Page 57 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

“Which is?”

“Riding her hard while pretending she’s you.” He inches forward and looks down on my heaving chest like a starved man given a feast he can’t eat. “Or at least, I would have tried, but I wouldn’t have been able to go through with it. There’s no amount of pretending that could ever be good enough. No one could ever be the same as you.”

“Me?” I’m breathless, holding back moans. His nostrils flare, and he nods solemnly.

His forehead frets, and he swallows before admitting, “No matter how hard I fought it, you wereallI wanted.”

I worry my lip with my teeth and fight past the fear of being vulnerable. I slip my hand lower and sink two fingers into my pussy. “I still remember how you felt inside me.”

His eyes close briefly, and his throat bobs. He opens them again with a heavy exhale and look of dedication. As he scoots forward again, I widen my legs even more so he can fit between my thighs without touching me. His knees make a V so he canslide them on either side of my ass, again getting as close as he can without actually touching.

“This cunt always knew who it belonged to,” he says, staring down at where he strokes his cock right over my pussy, as if in a daze.

“Just look how wet you are imagining your hand is my cock.” His jaw is slack as he takes harried, stilted breaths.

“Fuck, Alpha,” I mewl, and he immediately growls, eyes snapping up to mine.

“Careful calling me that or I won’t care how bad the pain is and fuck you raw.”

“Okay,” I mutter between gasps as I thrust my fingers in and out.

“Good.” His voice is even more strained, like he’s really fighting the urge to say fuck it and bury himself inside me. “Now, tell me, what do you remember?”

“I remember how it felt to take every inch . . . the way you stretched my pussy . . . pounded into me like you owned me.” My pleasure winds higher and higher with the combination of the memories, the vision that is his chiseled body above me, and my fingers work me harder and harder. “God, you fucked me so . . . sopermanently. Does that make sense?” I ask with a gasp.

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” He groans desperately. “I know I hurt you, but I made you feel good too, didn’t I? If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be soaking your thighs right now, would you?”

I shake my head, memories of pain and pleasure so intensely intertwined.

“One day soon, I’m gonna have you again . . . on your knees, on your back, legs spread or thrown over my shoulders . . . . I’ll have you begging for my cock like a good fucking omega, but I won’t give it to you until I make you come on my tongue again and again.”

He talks in a heated, tortured stream of consciousness, showing me inside his twisted but devoted mind. “I’ll teach you to ride me just how I like, and I’ll make you scream, scream so loud my brother has to gag you with his cock—god, you’re so fucking gorgeous with tears streaming down your face and all your holes filled.Fuck,I’m gonna come . . .” He clenches his teeth together and his abs ripple.

“Fuck—fuck—if I can’t come in you, can I come on you, all over this perfect pussy? Paint you with my cum like you’re really. Fucking. Mine?” he growls.

I nod deliriously as pleasure spikes in my core, and I pump my fingers against my G-spot. “Please, please, Alpha,” I whine.

“F-Fuck,”he sputters then grinds out, thick and gruff, “Mine,” as he comes all over my pussy and stomach.

“Oh god—”I cry as my orgasm crests and crashes into me. I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my head back into the pillow and shatter.

When I open my eyes, Titus is sitting back on his heels between my legs, his chest rising and falling on heavy breaths.

In a sated, blissed-out haze, I drag my fingers through his cum as I sit up and then slip them into my mouth. My eyelids flutter as I suck them clean, the taste of our combined pleasure a heady drug.

“God . . .” He exhales roughly. “You’re going to be the death of me, Omega.”

I wipe the corners of my mouth with a smirk. “Good thing you’re hard to kill.”

1. “Drip Off” by Austin Giorgio

Chapter 21

And I Don’t Let Go

Titus

Idon’t know how I managed to fall asleep, but once I did, I slept harder than I have in months. I might have thought last night was a dream if I couldn’t smell Sinclair still coated in my cum on the other side of this pillow wall.

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