Page 7 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

“Shit,Ecker, I’m gonnacom—” She mewls, her abs twitching.

“Fuck yeah, show me how a desperate slut like you makes a mess of my cock,” I grind out, fighting to hold back my own orgasm as her pussy begins to squeeze and flutter around me.

She keens, thighs clenching and body shaking. A moan gets caught in her throat as she topples over the edge, coming hard for me, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp.

“Jesus—fucking—Christ,” I spit as her cunt milks me. My balls draw tight and my hips flex. “I’m about to come.” It’s a strain to talk. “If you want my knot, you know what to do.”

A few loaded breaths and heavy thrusts pass, and my stomach begins to sink despite the cresting pleasure. If she doesn’t say anything, I could still bite her, but the idea of forcing an unwanted bond on her feels wrong.

I exhale through my teeth, every muscle in my body preparing for release.

“Bite me, Ecker.”

My hips stutter. “What?”

“I want you to claim me. Please. Fucking bite me, then knot—”

I pull out, flip her over, and am plunging back inside her within a single second. My heart races as I hover over her, and she rolls her head to the side, exposing her neck. My nerve endings spark with electricity the moment my lips lightly brush her delicate skin. I pause here to savor this beautiful moment, but she must mistake it for hesitancy because she arches up into me and begs, “I fucking need you,please.”

I sink my teeth into her corded muscle. It feels like the earth quakes.

Intense, mystifying rapture consumes me in a sudden burst, and I feel like I could fly. My cock thickens inside her, and when I feel her pleasure and desperation through the newly minted bond as I stretch her even further, I can hardly breathe.

“So good . . . ,”she says on the sweetest, drawn-out moan. The sound rolls over my skin like divine chills.

Suddenly, her eyes—a dazzling gold—and her mouth fly open. “Your knot . . . Oh my god.”

Before my knot locks in place, I roll off her and onto my back. “Get on top, baby girl. Sit on my cock and take what’s yours. I want to watch your perfect pussy stretch around my knot.”

She straddles me and tugs her shirt off in a flash. Seeing her naked body makes my brain short-circuit. She’s a fucking vision.My mate.

I’m in a stupor of awe until she presses my tip against her entrance, and pleasure rocks through me. Just the lightest feel of her pussy dripping for me is almost as intense as a full orgasm.

“Shit, baby,” I sputter. “If you don’t put me inside you right now . . .” A throaty groan is pulled from me as she sinks down.

Her chest blooms with a pink that crawls up her throat to the bite marks now on either side of her neck. She rolls her head back and rocks her pelvis forward to rub her clit against me.

“Yesss,” she moans greedily and grinds harder, more feverishly. Her eyelids are half-mast, and a continuous, hungry whimper keeps spilling from her lips.

I could watch her take and take and take from me all. Fucking. Day. “Use me, Omega.”

My knot continues to expand, and she mewls. “You feel. So. Fucking. Good, Alpha.” The sound of her taking her pleasure from me makes me lightheaded. She chants a combination of sharp moans and sweet, little,oh,oh,ohs.

She comes with a loud gasp, falling forward as she plants her palms on my chest and takes my knot.

“Goddamn.” My knot inflating and filling her is a deep and throbbing pressure. And when it locks into place, the release takes my breath away. I come harder than I ever have before. I can’t help but wrap my arms around Sinclair and squeeze her tight to my chest as my cock pulses again and again.

“You take me so fucking well. Such a good fucking girl for your mate.” I rumble into her ear and can feel her smile into my neck before pressing a soft kiss to my heated skin.

I brush my hand over her hair, pulling it back from her sweaty temples to fall down her back. The feel of her pleasured shudder makes me warm with contentment. I repeat the motion as we bask in our new bond. It seems to soothe her as much as me.

Feeling her safe in my arms is like fitting a missing puzzle piece into place. But feeling her in my bond, in myheart,is likenothing was ever missing to begin with. I’m whole, as if I were never broken.

Brushing her hair off her shoulder, I run my fingers over the scar on her neck and ask, not for the first time, “Who did this to you?”

She chuckles then says with a hint of attitude, “You know, it would be easy to figure out if you really wanted to.”

“Always the brat.” I laugh and nip her shoulder. She squeals then nuzzles back into me. I sigh into her hair, looking up at the stars that break through the tree canopy, and can’t imagine ever letting her go.

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