Page 35 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

Her, in my bed, on my tongue.

I gently pull out, roll her onto her back, and toss the covers off us, unwrapping her like a gift so I can look my fill at her perfect body.

The perfect gift.

It isn’t lost on me that’s exactly what she’s given me with this night together.

It’s more than just physical. It’s something intangible, something that, while still a gift, can’t be wrapped up in a bow.

And I try to receive it with gratitude as I kiss down her naked body. Her chest, her waist, her stomach, her hips. Every brush of my lips another thank you. Every inch of skin, a treasure worth cherishing.

I push her knees to the sides as I settle on my stomach between them. I lightly drag my fingers through her pussy, spreading her lips to see my mark.

“Your pussy is so pretty overflowing with my cum, so perfect, so . . . well bred.”

My two fingers holding her open come together to push into her entrance. Our cum soaks them, and I use the mess to stroke in and out, curling against her G-spot with each pass.

My mouth joins my fingers, and I become lost in the way we taste together. Is it possible to become addicted to something with a single taste?

Soon, my cock is hardening again, and just like in my dream, I grind my hips into the mattress.

Suddenly, I stop. Was that me rocking the bed . . . or was that her? I get my answer when her hips lift in a small and subtle nudge against my mouth.

“Yeah, Omega, speak to me.” I breathe into her flesh, begging it to use the language only we know. Her pelvis rocks again. I press my tongue firmly against her clit to meet her small movements.

It’s slow and exquisite as she comes back into her body. We easily sync with each other’s rhythm, working together to bring her back to the edge. I feel her tense above me and her pussy pulses around my finger.

She’s so close to coming undone for me again. My rut and alpha nature demand I take her there, make her shatter once more, but a soft, barely-there whisper pulls me off my one-track mind.

I lift my head but keep my fingers pumping gently in and out. I’m sure she said something.2 “What was that, Omega?”

Her eyelids look heavy and weak, but her eyes peek out at me. I see her lips move, but the sound is too faint. “Tell me what you need,” I encourage.

“K-ki . . .” Her brows pinch in effort. “K-kiss . . . m-me.”

My chest blooms, my ribcage stretching to accommodate the way my heart beats twice as fast. Despite my increasing heartbeat, I move slowly, scared to rattle this moment. I place my forearms by her head and gently dip my head to meet her.

Her mouth melts into me, and I drink her in, every taste, every sigh, every smooth caress of her lips against mine. Perfect. Dizzying.

I lower my hips to rock into her, my cock sliding over her pussy. She moans and this time, there’s no doubting that sound. It’s one of pure pleasure as she tastes us at the same time as she feels us together.

It ignites me. Suddenly feverish to be surrounded by her again, I can’t help it.

“I can’t stop—” I confess, plunging inside her on the next rock of my hips. “I’m lost if I’m not inside you.”

She whimpers in response, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “Alpha . . .”

I melt into her, burying my face in the crook of her neck and driving into her with hard, deep thrusts. Each one cracks something apart inside of me as the voice from the Fortitude Trial comes back to me.

Why did you think they’d want you?

Her hands curl around the back of my head, stroking my neck and hair.

Why did you think they’d want—

“Oh, yesss,” she mewls in my ear.

Why did you think—

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