Page 44 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

It’s the most beautiful sensation, his warm body all around me, inside me, and the glowing rush of claiming each other.

I gently ride him, sliding my wet pussy up and down his hard cock. Desire is a twisted, pulsing thing wrapping around us, lassoing us together. Our lips continue to dance as we breathe with one set of lungs, survive off the beat of one heart.

“Alpha . . .” Pressure begins to coil in my core again, light dancing behind my eyelids. “Oh, Alpha.”

“My name,” he pleads into my skin, his voice tight and rough with pleasure.“Pleasesay my name.”

“Titus,”I moan, and he curses, arms squeezing me tight.

“My mate,” he says on a husky exhale, thrusting up into me.

“God, Titus.” I gasp as he strokes a spot inside of me that makes my legs shake.

“Yes, Sinclair, let me feel your pussy beg for my cum.” He repeats the movement, hitting the same angle again until I shatter. “That’s a good fucking omega, milking your mate’s cock—Fuck . . .”He growls, and the sound strums the chords of our bond.

“Titus, Titus,” I chant over and over as my orgasm consumes me.

“You want my knot, Omega?” He groans coarsely, and I mewl.Yes, please. “I’m gonna come in this perfect pussy, fill you up like you’re mine. And then I’m going to knot you because youarereally—fucking—mine.”He spills inside, and I feel his release like another orgasm through the bond. I don’t know if my body can contain any more pleasure.

And then he knots me. The thick base of his cock swells, stretching and filling me until it locks in place, and I explode in a shower of light. I exist everywhere and nowhere, tied to nothing but him and our bond.

1. “MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT” by Elley Duhé

Chapter 24

Pack

Ecker

Bishop and I both agreed before they even got back, that we were going to give Titus and Sinclair the night together alone.

But this morning is a different story.

I’ve been rock hard since the ass crack of dawn, Sinclair’s fresh bond lust shooting through me like the strongest aphrodisiac straight into my bloodstream.

I don’t even bother putting on my boxers, as I’d only take them right off anyway. I knock on Bishop’s door, cracking it open. “It’s time.”1

“Thank fuck.” He groans gratefully and slides out of bed, just as hard and buck naked as I am.

“That was a long fucking night.” He sighs, clapping me on the back while we head to Titus’s room.

Unlike last night, this morning his door is ajar, which no doubt stands as an invitation. Sinclair’s gorgeous moans come through the crack, and my spine tingles in anticipation.

Quietly pushing the door open, we step inside. We’re greeted with the beautiful vision of Sinclair’s bare back, her hands on the headboard as she sensually rides her new mate. His large hands are splayed wide on her hips, which are dotted with bruises, evidence of their night together.

I’d expect the sight to make me feel instinctively protective, or at the very least feel a flash of irrational envy. But I don’t. Instead, seeing his marks on her, knowing he gave it to her the way she craves, strokes my alpha desire to see her taken care of and turns my already hard cock to stone.

His handprints on her might as well be mine. She doesn’t belong to any one of us alone; she belongs to our pack.

“Fuck, Sinclair, you know just how I like it.” Titus’s voice is deep and husky. I think I hear the hint of a smile. “Show my brothers how good you ride me.”

She looks over her shoulder, her cheeks pink and flushed. A light smirk curves her lips. Her golden eyes, lidded and half-mast, lower to where Bishop and I shamelessly stroke ourselves. “I think they’re enjoying the show.”

Her tongue traces her teeth as she watches us fuck our fists and resumes slowly riding Titus’s cock.

“You think they’d like to see your new marks too, Omega?” There’s a different quality to Titus’s voice, and it takes me a moment to realize what it is. He’s at ease. It’s been so long that I forgot what he sounds like when he’s truly relaxed.

She’s good for us, our omega.

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