Page 35 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

“I think I’m still supp—”

I stop her. “That doesn’t change a damn thing. I want you, Sin.You.”

She bites her lip, and maybe it’s a trick of the moonlight, but it looks like her eyes get misty. “Me?”

I sit up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, you. As long as you’ll have me.”

“I want to—I wantyou,but . . .” She swallows, her lips quirking. “. . . what if I can’t?”

I fight a smile. “Your omega nature may be suppressed, but I’m still an alpha. I can smell how wet your pussy is for me.”

She bashfully looks away, and I tilt her chin back to meet my gaze. “So, I’ll ask again: do you want me? Because I sure as fuck want you, just as you are.”

She gives me these small, excited nods, fighting back a smile, then pulls my face to hers and kisses me like she’s never wanted anything more.

I feel at home between her palms; bond or no bond, she’s where I’m meant to be.

My hand travels down her body and slips inside her bikini bottoms. She mewls softly into my mouth as I slide two fingers between her folds. The wetness waiting for me pulls a hungry groan from my chest, making her bite my lip with a tug.

I drag my fingers up and down her slit and either side of her clit. I can feel her breathing deepen.

“Bishop,” she pleads.

I think my name on her lips, dripping with desire, is a sound I will never get over hearing.

“Let me show you how badly I want you.”

She groans in protest as I pull my hand away to slide my body down hers and settle my shoulders between her legs, pushing her knees out. I trail my fingertips lightly over her thighs and untie the strings of her bikini. Cupping her ass in my hands, I pull the swimsuit out from under her and toss it on the blanket.

She gives a small gasp as I drag my nose up the crease between her thigh and pussy. The sound sends goose bumps down my back. “You’re so fucking perfect, Sin.” I trail my nose up the other side and revel in the way her legs twitch.

She begs, “Please . . .”

I press my tongue against her core, and she moans with relief, yet somehow the sound is still fraught with anticipation. “Is this what you want? Your pretty pussy licked until you’re a soaking, trembling mess, so desperate for my cock it won’t matter that it has a knot?”

“Yes,” she mewls. “I want your knot—”

“Shh.” I kiss her writhing hips. “I’m not gonna risk hurting you.”

She pushes onto her elbows and tries to close her legs. “But—”

“This isn’t a discussion. Now, lie back and let me worship you.”

She flops back with a stubborn sigh that quickly turns into a sharp cry when I sink two fingers into her cunt. I savor her taste, savor the slickness under my tongue and the clutching noises she makes every time I stroke her just right.

As intoxicating as being with her in rut is, being in this moment, clearheaded, is equally addicting. There isn’t blindingpassion and ferocious desire, but there’s something just as powerful: bare, raw connection between souls, not just biology.

She’s my girl before she’s my omega, and I don’t ever want to lose that.

“Bishop—oh god, that feels so . . .good.” She bucks into my mouth, and I palm her ass cheeks, clutching her to me and letting her ride my tongue just like Ecker taught me. I moan into her heated flesh, encouraging her to use me unapologetically.

“Fuck, fuck!” Her thighs quake and her back arches. Her fingers knit in my hair, clawing and pulling as she shatters on my tongue.

Her cries cease, and she exhales heartily. I’m tempted to stay right where I am and wring another orgasm from her. And another and another, until her body’s so exhausted she will fall asleep in my arms.

She looks down at me with a sly smile, and I already know that isn’t going to happen.

“You have that look,” I accuse teasingly.

---