Page 41 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

A cold smile tugs the corner of his mouth. “What polite words for such a dirty whore.”

My stomach rocks as his words create a sharp spike in the scent of Sinclair’s arousal and the hands behind her back fidget.

“Does calling you a dirty whore make you wet, Omega?” he drawls with a hint of mockery.

“Yes, sir,” she admits softly. The top of her ass moves like she’s rubbing her thighs together.

“And what if I fuck your throat? I wonder how wet that will make you.” She doesn’t answer his rhetorical question, but I can hear her sharp intake of breath.

He reaches for his belt and unbuckles it. He doesn’t say a word as he slowly pulls the leather through the loops of his jeans.

I wish I could see her face right now. Are her eyes wide and scared or hooded and glassy? Are they dazzling with gold yet, or still just as cold and blue as ice?

“Take your dress off,” he orders. She obeys without protest, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the floor beside her.

With nothing underneath, she’s left completely nude. The fair skin of her back is capped with a hint of pink on her shoulders from the sun yesterday. My cock hardens as my eyes trace the delicate line of her spine to the crease between her cheeks resting on her feet.

Submitting on her knees, she makes a sinful offering.

I sink deeper into the chair, lust clawing at my senses, as he wraps his belt around her neck. He puts the tongue of the buckle through the last hole so that it sits like a collar around her throat but won’t slide any tighter.

Her hands move from behind her back for his waist, but he tuts with a sharp tug on the belt. “I didn’t tell you to move your hands.” She quickly clasps them behind her again. “Or are you just so desperate for cock that you aren’t willing to do exactly as I say?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. Now, tongue out and wait for me to give you what you want.”

I hear the faint wet sounds of her opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, but I can’t see it. Unconsciously, I exhale heavily in frustration, and Ecker’s eyes jump to me as if he forgot I was still here.

He quickly returns his attention back to Sinclair and begins undoing his pants. When he takes his cock out, it’s just as hard as mine. His jaw shifts, grinds back and forth, as he gives himself a few stilted strokes.

He’s trying to resist giving in so soon. I’m sure he wants nothing more than to plunge deep inside her wet and waiting mouth, but Ecker will torture himself as much as he tortures her.

He’s all about the art of the tease.

His breathing deepens, and his teeth notch into his bottom lip as he continues to jerk himself above her outstretched tongue. Her hips wiggle again, and her perfume thickens.

My skin feels hot and itchy as I imagine his view. Her pretty pink tongue glistening right below his cock, his hand sliding up and down. I bet he can feel the heat from it and is just building up the hunger before he gets to envelop himself in it.

Finally, he takes his hand from his cock and puts it on the back of her head before pushing his hips forward and sinking inside her mouth.

“Mine . . .” He exhales huskily, and his eyes flutter closed, the muscles of his neck flexing.

He pushes her farther down his length and a throaty groan leaves him as she gags. As if paralyzed with pleasure, he doesn’t move, keeping her there choking on his cock while he revels in the hot feel of her mouth surrounding every inch.

Suddenly, he yanks her head back. She gets in one big gasp for air before he’s shoving her back on his cock. This time, he doesn’t go slow. He fists her hair and pistons his hips. One of his hands remains on the belt, keeping it taut. Her fingers whiten behind her back as she clutches them tighter and tighter.

“This is what it’s like to be mine, Omega,” he grinds out. “Savage, out of control . . .desperate.”

She moans hungrily despite the assault, and heat sinks into my stomach.

“You make me so fucking crazy.” He pants between thrusts.

Sweat drips down my back and my chest feels like an inferno as I watch the silky strands of her hair knit between his fistsand listen to the wet, choking sounds she makes. It makesmefucking crazy.

“When I feed you my cum, you’re gonna swallow. All of it. You hear me, you dirty fucking slut?” She moans and nods as best as she can.

Blush crawls up his throat and he sputters, “F-F-Fuck!”He drops the belt and both hands clutch her head as he hits the deepest part of her throat and comes.

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