Page 47 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

Her mouth, right in front of my cock, hangs slack as Titus pounds into her. She gazes up at me through her eyelashes with want. A kinetic ball swirls in my stomach.

She slowly frets her lip through her teeth. Her hands move up my thighs to my pelvis.

I drawl, “Hungry, little mate?”

She sighs, wetting her lips. “Starving.”

I gather her hair in my hands and tease, “One cock not good enough for you anymore?”

“Oh, it’s enough. But I still want more.” She finishes her sentence by reaching for Ecker, who is now sitting next to me.

Her fingers trail over his naked thigh. They lock eyes as she drags her tongue from my balls to my crown. She keeps her golden gaze on him as she takes my cock down her throat and shuttles her fist up and down his.

Titus fucks her pussy with the same force he always has but without any hatred. Her heat pulses through our bond as she revels in the feel and taste of us, her mates.

“Fuck, Omega,” Titus growls. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fill the slut’s greedy pussy while I give her something to swallow,” I say roughly, my balls tingling and fingers twisting tighter in her hair.

“No, no—in her,” Ecker says, wrapping his hand around my shaft to stop her from sliding back down. She lifts her head.Then his voice deepens as if the thought has woken something dark and primal in him. “I want her well-fucking-bred.”

“Is that what you want, Omega?” Titus’s words are ragged as he hangs right on the edge, still punching his hips against her ass, fingers purpling her fair skin. “To be pumped so full of our cum that you’ll have no choice but to carry our baby?”

“Fuukk . . . ,” is all she can manage as her eyelids flutter and her hands gripping my thighs squeeze. Titus buries himself inside her one more time as he comes with her. Her brows knit tightly, and she digs her teeth into her bottom lip. She looks tortured with pleasure.

I lightly cup her face, her cheeks hot to the touch. “You think your body can’t take anymore? That every ounce of pleasure has been wrung from you, that you couldn’t possibly handle another orgasm?”

Breathing heavy, she nods, eyes almost weeping.

“That’s too bad,” I say softly as my thumb strokes her cheek. “Because you have two more mates to please.”

Titus chuckles gruffly. “And everyone thinks you’re the nice one. C’mere, baby, we’ll make it easy for you.” He lies back on the pillows, taking Sinclair with him so she’s on top of him.

He spreads his legs wide then sets her feet on the outsides of his thighs. Her knees are forced open. Ecker and I kneel between them. I can see my brother’s cum leaking from her swollen, used pussy.

Ecker says my exact thoughts out loud. “Now that’s a beautiful fucking sight.”

He fists his cock and starts jerking off over her. I join him, working my hand up and down as our omega lies like an offering under us.

“Oh god . . . ,” she exhales when Titus wraps his arm around to gently circle her clit.

“I love how sloppy your cunt gets after taking me so well,” he mutters almost tenderly in her ear, and she sighs a moan of soft pleasure.

“Jesus . . . fuck . . . ,” Ecker curses with a groan, his forearms flexing. I move out of the way so he can plunge inside her right before he comes. Falling forward, he rests his head on her breasts and exhales heavily. “Goddamn, baby girl.”

He kisses her neck, inhaling her scent and dusting his lips across her flushed cheeks before sitting up and reluctantly sliding out of her.

When he pulls out, cum spills out of her, and I have the fiercest desire to lick it up and pour it into her mouth. But the second I hear the needy mewl she makes when Titus resumes playing with her clit, there’s nothing I want to do more than fuck my brothers’ cum deeper before adding my own and knotting our mate.

“Make her come, Ti,” I order, sliding back between their spread legs, Ecker lying alongside them. “I want our little slut trembling.”

He keeps his ministrations slow and light, but I can feel the heavy effect they have, not only through the bond, but by the way her pussy clenches my cock as I push inside. Their cum makes her feel extra wet and warm.

“God, Sin.” I slowly begin rocking my hips. I feel like a goddamn teenager when a few small strokes have me ready to blow. But everything about this moment is perfect. Surrounded and loved by the most important people in my life. The new ink-like lines claiming Sinclair as truly ours forever.

“Oh alpha, alphas—Bish!” She shatters, falling over that edge once again, milking my cock, and I’m fucking gone. When I come, pouring myself into her, it’s so much more than just a release. Despite the undeniable ecstasy coursing through me, the bodily sensations feel almost insignificant in comparison.

It may be crude, but I’ve never felt closer to these people I love than in this moment, feeling of all of us inside her. The desire—need—to share her is as strong and primitive as the desire to breed her.

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