Page 12 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

“And with a mouth full of cock. Stop teasing us, Omega,” Bishop growls. His rut rattles through our bond. It’s restless being on the sidelines.

I smirk at them before turning back to Titus. “Is that what you want, Alpha? To see your cock fill my mouth?”

“I don’t want to just fill it,” he says coarsely, his expression darkening. “I want to own it, pound it, fuck your tight little throat until you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but take it.”

His viciousness has always been a double-edged sword. It’s driven him to cruelty, and it’s driven me to new heights of pleasure.

“I want that too.” I gather my hair on top of my head and twist it into a rope. Holding my tongue out, I pass my hair to Titus, literally and figuratively handing him the reins.

His hips rock forward, and he drags the underside of his cock against my tongue. I hinge my jaw farther open as his thick head passes my lips.

“That’s it, Omega, give me that slutty little mouth.”

I watch his face flicker with ecstasy, my omega nature making me feel so turned on from pleasuring my alpha, I squeeze my thighs together with a whimper.

“Was that a plea for more, Omega?” he asks gruffly, and I nod the best I can.

Like the flip of a switch, he goes from slowly pushing forward to thrusting deep and hard. My hair can’t wrap more than once around his hand, but that doesn’t make his grip any less firm.

He uses me like a doll, fucking my throat with barely restrained brutality. The more he makes me choke, the rougher his sounds become and the more my pussy drips. His fist full of my hair tightens and my scalp stings. Zings of pleasure zap through my mate bond. I’m not surprised when I steal a glance through tear-filled eyes at Ecker and Bishop to find them dicks in hand, jerking off to Titus and me.

It’s all so much, my mates’ lust tripling mine, the rush of finally giving in with Titus. I feel like I could come just like this.

“As much as I like the idea of making you swallow every drop of my cum, I’m not coming anywhere but in your pussy tonight,” Titus says with a groan, forcing himself to pull out. I suck down a gulp of air.

He steps out of the sweats pooled at his ankles. He flicks his chin at me just like that night at Opulence.Your turn.

I plan to slowly strip, tease him the way we did at Opulence. But as soon as I stand, I can’t wait a second longer, flinging my clothes off as quickly as I can. “Fuck me like you still hate me.”

His brows pinch. “I don’t.”

There’s a hint of hurt on his face, and he searches mine for answers, but I don’t know if I have any.

How do I articulate that I crave his brutality, that I want it violent and bloody and questionably sane. I want everything he’s ever given—and taken—and more, not because we’re powerless slaves to our biology, despising every second of pleasure, but because it’s what I truly want.

“I know. That’s why it has to be this way,” I explain as best I can.

I don’t know if he understands, but it seems to be enough. His hand at the back of my neck delves into my hair and roughly yanks my head back. The movement makes my mouth fall open, and his focus zeros in on my lips.

Despite everything we’ve done, all the ways that we’ve seen and broken each other, it’s this that makes butterflies erupt in my stomach.

Inhaling, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip. His head lowers ever so slightly, and my heart skips a beat.

He’s never kissed me.

I don’t know why, but I say exactly what pops into my head. “You said you’d slit your own throat before ever kissing me.”

He releases my hair and steps back.

Then he reaches for his pants. And takes out a knife.2

1. “See You Bleed” by Ramsey

2. Continue playing “See You Bleed” until end of Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Bleed

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