Page 45 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

Titus picks her up and sits her on the mattress next to him, facing us. A beautiful storm thunders through our entangled bond at the sight of her new chest markings.

Her ceremonial carvings now look like an inked delphinium flower. It’s no longer a crude brand of ownership but a work of art—just like her. A permanent expression of her place in our pack.

I step up to the foot of the bed and yank the sheets all the way down. They join the duvet, which is already in a heap on the floor.

I climb onto the mattress, and she bites her lip. “Has your new mate been treating this perfect pussy right?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her lusty gaze tracking my prowling movements as I slowly crawl closer. She slides two fingers down either side of her clit then spreads her lips to show her leaking cunt.

I hum in appreciation. “Our perfect little cumslut.”

She gasps as I tug on her ankles, pulling her down so her head’s on the pillow and I’m between her legs. Sparks of desire dance on my tongue. “Let’s see if I can taste him.”

My palms glide the length of her legs, and it’s like she comes alive all over again just for me, each one of us able to unlock a different layer of our girl. Pushing her knees wider, I drag my nose across her inner thighs, drinking in her delicious, heady scent.

She squirms at my featherlight touch, which only makes me want to drag it out all the more. I look up when she whimpers to see Bishop has now joined her other side and is teasing her nipple with an equally delicate graze of his lips. He meets my eyes, and we both pull away at the same time. She huffs in frustration.

“No pouting now.” I can’t help my mocking tone. “Not when you know how to be a good girl and beg for what you want.”

Unable to resist being a brat, she rolls her eyes. Titus’s hand jumps out to grab her chin. He roughly forces her to look at him.“Don’t be smart.”

He moves her head again, making her look down at where I hover between her legs, mouth just millimeters from her cunt. “Rude omegas don’t get their pretty pussies licked . . .” He jerks her chin next toward Bishop. “Or their perky tits sucked. Is that what you want?”

“No, please—I’ll be good for my alphas,” she hurriedly agrees.

“That’s good.” His firm grip on her chin loosens, and he trails the back of his hand up her cheek then brushes her hair off her shoulder. “Because I’m sure my brothers would be incredibly disappointed if they couldn’t give you what you want.”

With her agreeing to behave, I finally give in and drag my tongue up her slit—though, let’s be honest, nothing was going to stop me from eating her pussy, even the brat herself.

She mewls. “Yesss . . .”

The tastes and sounds of her pleasure make my eyes roll back. “Fucking divine,”I mutter before kissing her clit. I alternate laving my tongue over the swollen flesh then sucking on it gently.

Call me a romantic, but this lazy, horny morning makes me want to take things slow and savor every sensation as it builds in layers, one after the other.

Bishop tugs on her nipple with his teeth, and she arches into him while Titus collars her throat and steals her mouth for a bruising kiss. I love the way they share and worship her. They growl simultaneously, and I notice she’s started stroking both of them, a cock in each hand.

I don’t stop worshipping her pussy as I watch Bishop lull his head back, basking in her touch. Then he sits up and gathers her hair at the nape of her neck. My stomach knots with hunger at where this is going.

I sink two fingers into her at the same time Bishop guides her head to his cock, making her moan right when she takes him in her mouth. Her sweet taste amplifies as he fucks her face.

Our perfect little fuckdoll. I want her coming on my tongue while she chokes on my brother.

I pump my fingers in and out, curling against her G-spot and lavishing her clit with hot, wet circles of my tongue. Her desperate cries are muffled but still so fucking delicious. Titus gently caresses her body, trailing his fingers across her stomach, between her breasts, around her nipple, up her neck.

His light, canvassing touch is the last strike, the one that sets the match on fire. She bursts like a flame, coming on my tongue and shuttling me headfirst into rut.

1. “ANGEL” by Toby Mai

Chapter 25

Claimed

Bishop

Sinclair’s orgasm reverberates through our bond like a ricocheting bullet. Once it hits me, I’m a goner. I go from being relatively in control to being consumed with the flames of rut.1

A tight ball twists and constricts in my chest. Every cell in my damn body demands that I take, claim, fuck,rutmy omega.

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