Page 9 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

“I knew it.” She chuckles as the Berylls let us into their wing.

The bones are the same as ours, but everything inside makes it look completely different. The fine wood furniture is polished and gleaming with the diffused light from several antique lamps, one of which probably costs more than everything I own. Their couch is sprawling and velvet, complete with plush cushions and luxuriously soft looking blankets. There’s even a hand-painted mural of forget-me-nots on one wall.

“The projector is in there.” Griffin points to a closet. “I’ll get the sheet down.”

I help him take down the white sheet pinned to the wall, while Sinclair goes to the closet.

When we get it down and folded, Sinclair is still out of sight in the closet, so I go see what’s holding her up.

I find her stretched on her tiptoes on top of two stacked shoeboxes, trying to reach the top shelf.

She hears me and turns around with a huff. “I think I need your help.”

Her back seems to press against the shelves as I step closer, but she doesn’t get down from the boxes. Instead, she meets my stare and swallows.

With the added inches, she’s less than a head taller than me. She releases a breathy exhale when I get so close our noses almost touch.

“Sure thing, Omega,” I say, barely above a whisper, eyes fixated on the way her lips part ever so slightly, just enough for her tongue to flick out and wet her lip.

I reach above her, letting my arm rest on the shelf that is just out of her reach. I look down at her breasts rising and falling with every breath, and my pants grow tight.

“Thank you, Alpha,” she rasps, and a quiet but rumbly growl escapes me yet again.

I lean in farther, testing the limits. How close can I get without actually touching her?

Close enough I feel the heat radiate off her blushing cheeks. Close enough I feel her increasing breaths feather against my neck.

“You and closets, hmm?” I mutter, falling under her spell.

“I promise to be quiet,” she whispers right when my hand wraps around the projector, as if daring me to forget about the movie and say “fuck it” right here.

“I resent the implication that I wouldn’t want you screaming just as loud for me as you did for my brothers,” I drawl, my voice like hot coals. Her eyelids flutter, and I swear she fucking shivers. I hold my breath, anticipation lighting up my spine.

Before she can respond, Paisley breaks the spell by shouting from the common room, “Did you find it?” I pull the projector off the shelf and step back.

Who am I kidding?

Nothing can break this spell.

1. “More Of U” by Sami The Collector

Chapter 6

Breaking Point

Sinclair

We’re forty-five minutes into this movie and, lord help me, if someone asked me a single question about it, even the main character’s name, I wouldn’t be able to answer.

For some reason, all four of us squeezed onto our single couch. I’m half on Bishop’s lap and half stuffed in the gap between him and the armrest. Ecker’s on the opposite end with Titus stiff in the middle.

I doubt he’s paying much attention to whatever we’re watching either because when I’m not giving in to the urge to look at him, I feel his burning gaze on me. My stomach flips every time I thinkof his husky words scraping across my cheek. He wassoclose. I could feel sparks jump the small distance between us.1

My skin still tingles, every brush of Bishop’s thumb on my thigh or hip electrified. I can’t sit still, constantly squirming and repositioning. It doesn’t help that both he and Ecker are shirtless.

Eventually, Ecker sits up and says, “Why don’t you give Bishop a break, baby girl, and come over here.” He pats his lap with a playful curl of his lips. I move to stand, but he clicks his tongue and leans into the corner of the couch, shaking his head. “Nah—climb over.”

He needlessly flicks his chin at Titus, and I realize there was definitely a meaning behind his smirk. Any response dries up on my tongue, and I figure there’s no reason not to. In fact, Iwantto.

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