Page 43 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

My fingers pluck at his shirt buttons, and he hurriedly untucks the hem from his pants without ever breaking our consuming kiss. I push the open shirt off his shoulders and trail my palmsdown his chest and abdomen. His fingers dig into my sides as he grinds our hips together.

I slip my hand between our tightly pressed bodies to tug on his belt. He rasps against my lips, “Sinclair.”

The rough purr of my name makes me melt. Just like he melts when my hand strokes his silken cock in his pants. He sags into my touch, his forehead resting against mine as I lightly stroke him up and down.

I press my lips to his chest and whisper into his heated flesh, “Please.”

He moans in acquiescence before falling to the floor, taking me with him. He lands in a seated position with me straddling his lap. He pulls his shirt off me in one movement.

His palm flattens against my bare chest while the other clasps the small of my back. He drags his hand down my chest and between my breasts until he can brush his fingertips over my larkspur carving.

His eyes, heavy and soulful, lift from my scars to mine. “I’m going to make you proud to carry our mark.”

“I already am.”

Then our lips are colliding for another heady kiss.

My head swims and my body blooms with heat as I rock against him, his hard cock straining his pants.

“Please,”I beg again, pulling his belt from the loops. His hands reach between us to undo the front of his pants, and I slide his down his thighs so he can free his cock.

I clutch the side of his face with one hand while the other encircles his thick length. He tugs my panties aside as I slowly lower myself. His tip fills me, and my mouth falls open. He fits me so perfectly.

Wefit so perfectly.

“I want your other mark too,” I confess, my body and heart burning,yearningfor his.

His hand knits in my hair and tugs my head to the side, baring my neck. His eyes flash up to mine and they sparkle with gold, but he’s not in full rut yet. Which means he’s just as clearheaded as I am as he swipes his tongue in a wide path up my throat.

“You know . . . ,” he whispers in my ear. “You’ll always be mine, whether you wear my bite or not.”

At first, my stomach sinks with disappointment until I realize his words aren’t a rejection, but an option. He’s letting me know that if I don’t want to bond with him right now, it won’t change how he feels about me.

He doesn’t want to take anything more from me, unless I am giving it freely.

I’m sure this is what I want, but even so, I take a moment to feel the certainty in my bones.

“I want everyone else to know too.” The thought of wearing all three of my alphas’ marks excites me beyond measure. I used to hate the idea of belongingtothem, and now I can’t imagine anything else.

His face softens. “I love you, you know.”

His confession comes out of left field, but returning it is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

“I love you too.” With tears in my eyes, I chuckle softly. “Now fucking bite me.”

There seems to be relief in the way my words make him hold me tighter, like he wants to bask in this moment, not cling to it—because he knows I’m not going anywhere—but savor it. My heart skips a beat when his eyes meet mine for one last reassuring look. They flutter close and his hot mouth covers my neck.

I suck in a breath when I feel his teeth graze my skin. He bites me, his teeth sinking into the tight muscle at the same time I sink fully down his length.

He groans when he breaks the skin, and the sound claws at the most primal part of me. My body grows hot and feverish as our bond ignites. Pleasure blossoms in every muscle and my carving feels on fire.

A flood of emotion surges through the bond, lust and desire of course, but even stronger is relief. Relief that he doesn’t have to hide parts of himself anymore, relief that all those terrifying moments when he showed vulnerability were worth it, and relief that our pack is finally cemented together forever.

The claiming tips me over the edge as I feel his cock thicken and throb inside of me. I don’t know how it’s possible to come without any movement, but I do.

“Fuck, Omega,” he groans as my pussy clenches uncontrollably around him. “Mine.Mine.”I gasp as he lifts my hips, only to shove me back down on his cock.

He looks up at me, eyes fully gold and my blood dripping from his lip. I don’t fight the desire to taste it, kissing him with a passion only heightened by our new bond.

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