Page 14 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

“Sh-shit,”Bishop curses, his thighs and abs flexing. Sinclair’s legs tremble, probably from feeling his encroaching orgasm through their bond.

Her moans grow more high pitched and needy, almost desperate. Especially so when he finishes with a hoarse groan, spilling onto Ecker’s fist. My rut spikes as seeing her mate come makes Sinclair’s pussy pulse and flutter around my length.

I want to make her come like that. I want her to be wracked with so much pleasure, it makes her fall apart.

I take one hand away from her throat and shove it between her thighs. I find her clit slippery and swollen and press two fingers in firm but small circles, letting her grind into my hand too.

“Yes . . . yes . . .yes,”she shrieks, and I pinch her clit, making her yelp.

“You’re not to come before your other mate,” I growl into her ear. When she nods, I feel her temple slick with sweat.

Ecker grips the armrest tightly and his jaw works back and forth, Bishop still sliding his fist up and down his shaft. His head falls back, and he groans. “Fuh-fuck yeah . . .”

He comes with a strangled sound, and Sinclair rocks on her toes like the orgasm struck her too.

“Now? Now, please, Alpha?” She whimpers, absolutely delirious with need. I feel her pulsing all around me, trying so hard to stave off her climax.

Maybe another day, I’ll have the urge to play with her some more, tease and deny her until madness. But not tonight.

Tonight, I just want her shaking and breathless in my arms.

“Yes, you’ve been such a good omega. You’ve earned your reward.”

“Oh, thank god.” She sighs in blissed rapture, her body letting go and coming hard.

Her knees buckle, and I catch her, fucking her through every crashing wave. The breathy, sated sound she makes when she finally goes limp in my hold is what sends me over the edge.

Her pleasure, her comfort, her, for once, feeling safe in my arms is more powerful than any physical sensation.

I spill inside her, barely able to hold the both of us up.

Luckily, I don’t have to. Ecker comes over and gathers her in his arms. While he sets her in the middle of the bed, Bishop clasps me on the shoulder and cheek. I can’t describe the look he gives me, but it strikes me almost as deep as his next words.

“You did good. I’m really happy for you, Ti.” My throat clogs up. I can’t wish him a good night, so I just nod in appreciation. “Now, get into bed, she’s gonna want something to wrap around.” He smiles before leaving the room with Ecker.

He makes her sound like a boa constrictor, I think as I slide under the covers.

My head isn’t even on the pillow before Sinclair pulls herself to me. She throws her leg over my waist and wraps her arm around my shoulder, snuggling tight into my side.

For a moment, I’m stock-still, unsure what to do, almost scared to move. But then she sighs contentedly into my neck and all those foreign feelings melt away.

She nuzzles impossibly closer. “Good night, Alpha.”

I find myself smiling to the ceiling.

“Good night, Sinclair.”

Chapter 9

One Big Happy Family

Ecker

Islide into the vinyl booth next to Titus, and he gives me a smirk. “I dare you to ask for unsweet tea again.”

“Titus Cerulean.” I gasp, clutching nonexistent pearls. “Was that ajokefrom you?”

“I think a joke needs a punchline. That was closer to bullying.” He shrugs then settles into the corner of the booth and the wall, stretching his arm over the back of the seat.

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