Page 26 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

His metallic eyes flash up to mine, and for a moment, I worry I’ve gone too far. But then he tongues his molars and his lips curve with a hungry smirk that saysI’m game.

Sinclair temporarily stops her blowjob to watch, tantalized, as Ecker bends over slightly and circles the head of my cock with his tongue. Starting at the bottom, he swipes his tongue around, licking the whipped cream on the top and then finishing with a slow, flat drag over the pre-cum glistening on my tip.

“No one told you to stop, Omega.” My voice is low and dangerous. My body shudders as it slips into rut, the feel of his hot tongue breaking down whatever wall remained.

I don’t know where to look as he familiarizes himself with my cock in long, broad licks. I’m drawn to the sight of my pack brother slowly lavishing my dick with his tongue. But I’m also constantly pulled to my omega and the way she can’t take her eyes off us either.

I reach my hand toward Ecker’s head slowly, as if unconsciously giving him a chance to stop me. My palm rests on the top of his hair and my stomach swoops.Is this nerves? Excitement? Or just pure lust?

My fist closes around a handful of his hair, and I tug his head back just a little. It’s not a dominating move in the same way it would be if it was Sinclair instead of him. Sinclair wouldn’t be able to stop me, but he lets me. It feels more like a handshake, an agreement. And that gives me the confidence to say, “Now, show me how that mouth feels, brother.”

A throaty groan is pulled from my chest as he takes the order like a challenge and takes me deep . . . deeper and evendeeper.His nose almost touches my small thatch of hair.

My free hand smacks the table with a loud slap when he swallows, his deep throat muscles working my cock. “F-f-fuckk!”

He slides off, inhales a deep breath, then takes me again. Not as deep this time, but with more movement, gliding his hot mouth up and down.

My face scrunches and my hand on the table presses harder and harder until my knuckles whiten.

“Jesus . . . ,”I sputter. He sucks me off like a goddamn champ.

When he adds his hands, removing them from Sinclair’s head, she teeters to her feet as if in a daze. Her cheeks are flushed, and she doesn’t brush the messy wisps of hair out of her face.

Wordlessly, with parted lips and attention fixed on my cock down Ecker’s throat, she pulls her panties off and tosses them absentmindedly onto the bench by my knee. When she goes to straddle him, Ecker stops to look at her.

“Don’t stop,”she says breathlessly as she hoists her dress up and climbs onto his lap.

She exhales a pleasure-filled, little sigh as she lowers herself onto his hard and spit-soaked cock. The back of his throat vibrates around my tip when he moans, and I can’t help but tighten my hold on his hair. She starts to slowly ride him with small, undulating movements, and I mirror her pace with short, light thrusts.

I get a little rougher than I mean to and make him gag. “Shit—” But he doesn’t stop or break our rhythm, making me groan. “So fucking good.”

Sinclair cups the side of his face. Her fingertips curl in his hair at the back of his neck and her thumb strokes his cheek. She gently encourages his head toward her, and I pull out of his mouth.

Her hips grind down as she kisses him passionately and pleasure spikes in our bond. They’re beyond beautiful together.

She moans into his lips before pulling apart and immediately turning her gaze to me. With a heady, drunken look in her eyes, she wraps her lips around my cock. My chest grumbles as she uses her mouth to fuck me, sucking and swirling her tongue.

“God,”I rasp. “Fuck yeah, that’s my girl.”

Her eyes smile up at me, and I’m struck dumb, wondering how I got so lucky.

Sinclair and Ecker continue to take turns sucking me off until I’m strung so tight I can hardly keep my eyes open, about to blow at just the sight of them. Sinclair’s pleasure syncs with mine through the bond and she mewls needily, despite the mouthful of cock.

I can sense her orgasm is so close but still just out of her reach. I pull her off me and she eagerly wraps her arms around Ecker’s neck, using the leverage to fuck him the way she loves.

“Oh my god, oh my god . . . fuck . . . oh, oh, ohhhh,” she cries, her brows fretted like she’s going to cry if she doesn’t come soon.

I grab Ecker’s face. “You’re gonna pump her pussy full of your cum while I fill your mouth with mine.” He nods, eyes dazed and lusty. We’re all so close to losing our minds.

My cock disappears down his throat, and I groan fiercely, throwing any attempt at restraint out the window and punching my hips. Sinclair’s pleas and needy, little begs get louder and louder, more and more desperate. It’s all too easy to forget we are in the public dining hall where technically anyone could walk in at any moment.

I grab her panties and stuff them in her mouth. “Quiet now, Omega. Be a good little mate and take his cum.”

She bobs her head in frantic nods while riding Ecker’s cock. Her thighs shake and squeeze either side of his hips as she screams behind the wad of fabric. Her forehead drops to his shoulder as she comes hard, all cries muffled but still riddled with ecstasy.

Her orgasm ricochets through our bond. Ecker palms her ass and holds her down hard on his cock as he comes. His groan is strangled around my cock, and seconds later, I am spilling into the back of his throat with a full body shiver.

After we collectively catch our breath, I’m sitting next to Ecker on the bench and Sinclair is still on his lap, curled against his chest. Vestiges of the rut and another mind-blowing threesome leave me tingling and high.

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