Page 10 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

I scoot across Bishop and place one knee next to Titus’s thigh. His jaw clenches and his breathing slows, deepens as I carefully swing my other leg over his lap.

My heart hammers in my chest as I straddle him, bracing my arms on the back of the couch. He lulls his head back to look up at me with hooded eyes. I remain as still as possible despite my thundering pulse.

But all I can think about is lowering my hips, rolling against the bulge growing for me.

I can hardly breathe.

Ecker leans over and brushes my hair off my neck. Just his light touch makes warmth drip down my chest to my core. “What do you want, Omega?”

I feel empty, needy.

I know exactly what I want.

“Him.”

Flickers of gold cloud Titus’s stoney irises.

“I need more than that, baby girl,” Ecker purrs.

Titus’s nostrils flare hungrily.

I don’t stumble on my words this time. “I want him to grab my ass. I want to feel his fingers digging in when he drags me over his cock.”

“Give me permission,” Titus rumbles, sounding starved. “Let me please our omega.”

My heart trips over itself as I wait, the hungry pit in my stomach only growing.

“You have mine.” Ecker’s voice is deep, lusty yet unable to hide a hint of restrained jealousy. “B?”

My gaze sweeps to Bishop, and he tongues his molars in consideration. “Fine.”

Before he even finishes the word, Titus’s giant hands push under my pajama shorts to clutch my bare ass. He pulls me down onto him with a heady groan at the painless contact. “Fuuckk . . .”

I gasp as he drags my clit over his hardness. Even with the layers of clothing between us, my head rushes.

“But only how she lets you,” Bishop rushes to add.

“What?”Titus growls impatiently at the same time I moan. “Huh?”

“She gets to lead. You only have permission to touch her in the ways she instructs,” he clarifies. I can feel his reticence. His drive to protect me makes him wary of giving me over to Titus completely.

“Does it work like that?” Ecker asks.

“I don’t know. Try it.” Bishop shrugs. “Put your hands around her neck.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His hands leave my ass to collar my throat, but he whips them away just as quickly with a sharp inhale and wince.

“Well,” he drawls, slightly out of breath. “I guess you’re in charge now, Omega.” He returns his hands to my backside and grinds me against him. “So tell me, how do you want it?”

I try to answer, but he tilts my pelvis forward at the same time he thrusts his hips between my legs. “I—oh, fuck.”

“Or I could grind against your needy clit right here until you come all over my lap.”

All I can do is bite my lip and moan.That sounds pretty good to me . . . .

“Use your words, Sin,” Bishop pushes.

I cup the back of his neck, rubbing my thumbs into the taut muscle. I take a deep breath. “Take me to bed, Alpha.”

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