Page 8 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

Ecker gets the same suspicious look on his face that he got at my earlier growl. His eyes bounce between the two of us. “You’re not? It’s bound to happen sooner or later.” While his last sentence isn’t a question, there’s a definite prying tone to it.

Sinclair forces an overly light chuckle and picks up a tray of green beans, diverting eye contact. “Mm, this looks good!”

When Ecker lifts his eyebrows at me for a response, I take a card out of her playbook and slap a pork chop onto my plate, adding dryly, “Yum.”

“Well, you guys deserve a nice relaxing night after everything,” Paisley says as staff clear our plates. “What are you going to do—oh! You should borrow our projector.”

“You just casually have aprojector?” Bishop asks incredulously.

“Yes, Bishop, some of us enjoythe cinema,” she teases with a fake posh lilt. He laughs as we all get up from the long table.

Our two packs walk together until the hall splits toward our different wings. “You wanna come over now to grab the projector?” Paisley asks Sinclair.

“Yeah, sure.”

I hear Bishop and Ecker whispering to each other behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I can’t help but feel like they’re talking about me. I’m just overthinking everything. Or maybe not thinking at all because the only thing my mind seems full of is a flashing slideshow of last night.

Sinclair’s bikini top dropping to the floor, her shirt pulled teasingly between her legs.

The way her cheeks flushed when I described the way I would have fucked Majestic, pretending it was her.

The scent and sound of her orgasm crashing into her as she worked herself higher and higher at my instruction.

Her heaving chest and moans choked with pleasure as I came all over her perfect pussy and stomach—

“You should go with her.”

I whip around at Ecker’s voice, half startled, like I was shaken out of a dream. “Huh?”

“You should go with Sin to get the projector.”

Is he testing me?But to what end? I’ve been with Ecker all day, so I know she hasn’t told them what happened between us.

I give him awhat are you tryinglook. He just smirks out of the corner of his mouth then walks away, toward our wing.

“You coming?” Griffin flicks his chin down the hall.1

I catch Sinclair’s waiting gaze, and I swear to fucking god, I feel my cheeks heat. I make a weak grunt of agreement and start walking.

Paisley starts talking to Griffin, and I fall in step with Sinclair. I try to discreetly inhale her scent, not prepared for the wave of disappointment I feel when I can’t smell my cum on her anymore. She must have showered at the bungalow.

A part of me can’t believe last night was real, and I’m scared I’ll forget the intoxicating way our scents mingled, that I might not ever get to see her painted like mine again.

I steal a side glance at her and catch her hand between us flex . . . like she wants to reach for me . . .holdmy hand.

My muscles still ache from this morning, but fuck if I’m not tempted to close the gap.

I just want to . . .touchher.

God, what I wouldn’t give for even the lightest brush of her skin on mine to be painless.

Suddenly, her eyes cut to mine and my pulse jumps from feeling caught, as if she can hear my yearning. But she doesn’t look away. No, her gaze canvases my face longingly, like it’s something she’s missed.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Her question is so innocuous, innocent, but her voice sounds huskier, and I know if I answer, I’ll have the same desperate desire in mine, so I just shrug.

“I feel like Ecker is a rom-com guy,” she adds.

I laugh at the unexpected but very true statement. “He’s been known to watch made-for-TV Christmas movies year-round.”

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