Page 13 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

Titus

There’s nothing to even think about. Her eyes widen when she sees what’s in my hand, flinching the smallest bit when I flip the blade open with a metallic click. I roughly shove her shoulder with my other hand, so she falls back on the bed.

I place a knee on the mattress, and she scoots back, cheeks flushed and eyes gold. Her gaze darts between the knife and my eyes as she tries to scoot farther.

I don’t let her.

Catching her wrists, I pin her to the mattress, caging her with my body. In one hand, I hold both her wrists and the knife handle. If she tries to fight, she could easily cut herself on theopen blade. But she doesn’t. In fact, she doesn’t move except for her heavy breaths, making her chest rise and fall.

I drag the tip of my nose against hers and across her cheek to rasp in her ear, “Do people who hate each other kiss when they fuck?”

She presses her cheek to mine. When she speaks, her lips feather against my skin, making chills run down my spine. “Yes.”It’s almost a plea.

I sit up just enough to be able to meet her golden stare. Hovering above her, I take the knife to my neck.

The sharp edge bites into my skin and I press harder, dragging it across my throat right above my collarbone. Ruby droplets fall onto her pale skin.

And when I’m done,she’sthe one to clutch my face and pull me down.

She captures my mouth with a feverish hunger that instantly consumes me, lights me on fucking fire.

I devour her back, desperate for every taste, every sensation, every lightning bolt of electricity between us. It makes my head spin.

She kicks her legs around my waist, pulling me into the cradle of her hips. My cock slides over her wet pussy and she mewls. I do it again, grinding harder against her, and she claws at my short hair, desperate for something to hold on to.

Suddenly, I’m plunging my cock into her dripping cunt. It’s not a conscious decision. In fact, free will doesn’t exist with her.

I forget where I am, who I am. All there is, is her.

I thrust in and out again and her back arches. She coaxes me deeper, digging her heels into my ass. “Harder, harder, harder,” she begs, so I quickly pull out and flip her over.

She scrambles onto her elbows and knees, thrusting her ass in the air. I slap it hard, watching my handprint bloom on her cheek. I grip her waist and shoulder then fuck back into her witha forceful punch of my hips. Her hands fist the sheets and she cries out, all while pushing back into me.

I force her head to the mattress and squeeze her hip, stilling her. “One day, you’ll fuck yourself on my cock. You’ll work hard to please your alpha. But tonight you’re just here to take it.”

As I pump into her, blood from my cut continues to drip onto the small of her back. It’s not deep enough to be dangerous, but it’s more than a scratch. There’s something so carnally satisfying about seeing my omega marked with something so vital, my lifeblood.

Pleasure ravaging all sense of control, I pound into her like she’s unbreakable. I smear my hand through the blood and drag it up her spine. It’s slick and warm and primal.

I take my hand coated in blood and cup her pussy. Her moans are muffled by the mattress, but I want to hear how I wreck her. So I grab a fistful of her hair with my other hand and yank her onto her hands.

“Oh, fuck, Ti—” Lightning strikes my chest . . . my name, her lips . . . but she catches herself. “Alpha, fuuckk,”she keens.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I have no right to feel this disappointment. After all, I’m the one who told her not to call me anything else when she’s taking my cock.

Any sinking feeling doesn’t last long. It’s impossible to think of anything else when I’m inside her.

When I open my eyes, I look at Ecker and Bishop for the first time. I practically forgot they were even here. Their cocks are out and they’re both panting, their fists jerking up and down. Except they aren’t working themselves—each guy is stroking the other.

For some reason, I’m not surprised. Bishop scrunches his brows and thrusts up into Ecker’s hand, while Ecker digs his teeth into his bottom lip and pushes into Bishop’s touch.

“C’mere,” I say roughly and drag Sinclair off the bed by her hair. After how hard I took her, her legs are unsteady. I act like I don’t notice, as callous as if I still hated her.

We’re standing at the foot of the bed with her slightly bent over. I don’t give her any time to steady herself. Lacing my fingers together in the front of her neck, I thrust inside her. Her hand shoots out for the corner post to stay on her feet.

“You’re going to watch them come,” I say through gritted teeth, “and they are going to watch me fill their mate’s pussy withmycum. It’s going to drip down your thighs, and you’re not going to wash it off. You’re gonna walk around covered in me like a dirty little cumslut, and the next time one of them fucks you, they’ll feel me.”

“Unh,”is all she can manage in response as I pound her tight cunt with my hands flat and hard across her throat.

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