4. My Cock, Your Honor

Chapter 4

My Cock, Your Honor

Sinclair

“ D id you do what I asked?” Ecker asks when I walk out of my bedroom to where he, Titus, and Bishop are waiting in the common room.

He gives me a wolfish smirk that makes me want to sink to my knees. If I thought my omega nature was strong after bonding with Bishop, it’s grown tenfold since bonding with Ecker. Everything he—or Bishop for that matter—does makes me want to crawl at their feet and promise to be a good girl.

“Yes.” I nod. His eyes drop, hooded, to where I’m toying with the hem of my skirt.

The urge to please them is so powerful, it constantly makes me feel lightheaded, like I’m stuck on the verge of passing out until they give me their approval or praise. I’m constantly chasing the high of that first full breath.

I hate it.

But I also love it.

On paper, the idea of submitting and constantly seeking assurance makes me want to gag. But in reality, it’s so deeply gratifying that I can’t help but revel in it. It’s not just the act of submission. It’s the security that comes with it, the sense of belonging and comfort, knowing no matter what, I have two people who will always have my back. Even if they were once the people I’d least suspect.

I’m not saying I forgive her or even fully understand her decisions, but I am starting to see why giving into her nature was so appealing to my mo—Celia.

“Good,” Ecker murmurs into my hair as he pulls me into his side with an arm slung around my waist. Even such a simple, mediocre word as good when whispered in his lush, husky tone makes me melt.

“Everyone ready now?” Titus grumbles like we made him wait for hours, not minutes.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Bishop says, and the four of us file out of our common room.

The lust drunkenness didn’t last nearly as long this time as it did the first time, which is probably why I can pick up on the edge of unease shifting through the boys. All we know is that we were called to the Elders’ council room, but not why. There’s been no more surprise nobilities or graffiti stints. I can tell not knowing what we’re walking into has them tense. Even Ecker seems unsettled, drumming his fingers on my hip as we walk through the halls.

When we arrive, there’s a servant waiting outside the large double doors to let us in.

As we walk in, there’s only one Elder in a wolf mask, and he looks me over questioningly.

“There are only three chairs,” Bishop points out about our side of the long table with a firm tone, clearly unhappy with the implication.

Which is confirmed when the Elder says, “Right. Well, typically omegas don’t attend these kinds of meetings.”

Ecker steps up to the table but pointedly doesn’t pull out a chair. “You asked for the pack.”

“Correct,” Cobalt says with a slight sneer. “I suppose she can stand.” His lip twitches in amusement. “Or kneel.”

At the beginning of the Trials, I would have been validated by his inference that omegas aren’t members, but property of the pack.

Now, I’m just offended.

After everything they put us omegas through, we have damn sure earned our spot. And it’s not kneeling on the fucking floor . . . unless it’s to please my alpha, not this random bastard.

“It’s fine. I’ll stand.” Ecker pushes off the table.

The Elder tenses. “The Council has invited you to sit at their table. I suggest you don’t ignore the gesture,” he says tersely.

After a few heavy beats, he leaves through another door, saying, “I’ll let the others know you’re ready.”

“Fuck that,” Ecker scoffs as he pulls out a chair. “No omega of mine is going to be standing while we sit.”

Along with Bishop and Titus, he takes a seat and opens his arm out toward me. “Sit.”

“On your lap?”

“Best seat in the house, baby.” He winks, and I can practically hear Titus roll his eyes as he roughly pulls out his chair. 1

I perch lightly on his knees while Bishop takes a seat on the other side. The two of them start talking. About what, I have no idea because Ecker wraps both arms around my waist and tugs me back until I’m flush with his chest.

Heat drops in my stomach and my legs press together under my skirt. His lips feather against the shell of my ear as he whispers incredibly quietly, “Now be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”

My heart skips a beat. “ Eck— ”

“I said, not a sound.” He pinches my thigh sharply in reprimand, and I close my mouth. “Atta girl. Didn’t I tell you that if you were mine, I would be taking you any chance I got?” His soft murmurs feel like fine silk against my skin. My thighs slicken at that alone. “No matter who’s around or where we are . . . ?”

He discreetly pulls my skirt out from under me, and I grip the chair’s arms, exhilarated but still nervous as hell. I feel him fluff the back of my skirt over his lap and thighs then swallow in anticipation at the sound of him carefully undoing his belt.

My stomach is full of crashing waves as I try to subtly hold myself up above his lap while he frees his cock under the cover of my skirt. A delicious ache builds in my core at the first feel of his silken skin against my bare pussy.

When Ecker told me to wear a skirt with no panties for the meeting, I thought it was just for the illicit thrill of knowing that I wasn’t wearing anything.

I don’t know why I’m surprised this is the real reason. Ecker is nothing if not bold.

I squirm as he uses a hand on my hip to guide me back and forth on this hard length. Suddenly, Titus turns our way, and I freeze. He looks us up and down with a suspicious scowl, then he returns to his conversation with Bishop.

“I bet he can smell you dripping all over my cock,” Ecker whispers crudely in my ear, and chills run down my spine.

“The Elders will scent me too,” I hiss so quietly it’s barely audible.

“Maybe, but they will never guess that our bratty-mouthed omega is really just a submissive little cock warmer. It won’t even cross their minds that anyone would dare.” I whimper, unconvinced, and he tightens his grip on my hips to lift them up. “Now, bite your tongue and sit on my cock.”

As I slowly lower myself to sink down on him, I hold my breath and struggle to keep my eyes open and face casual. I dig my teeth into my lip at the exquisite stretch, lust, and heat spreading through my veins.

I feel rather than hear his rough groan. His hot breath on my neck grows heavier.

“That’s it, let me feel every inch of that tight pussy.” He’s not as quiet this time and both Titus and Bishop whip toward us.

“Are you—”

“No fucking way—” they exclaim at the same time and are both cut off by the back door opening. The first member of the Council steps in.

“Look down if you can’t hold back your heat,” Ecker whispers, hushed but hurried, before the rest file in. “But if you can, I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.”

“ Stop . Talking ,” I whisper-yell as quietly as possible. The sound of his low, smokey voice is an aphrodisiac of its own.

Three Elders join the table opposite us. There is no Cerulean Elder of course, but a Beryll Elder is also noticeably missing. It seems no one else is coming because the Azurite begins. “The Echelon has a long history of intelligence gathering. Our ability to uncover secrets, reveal deceits, and illuminate darkness is one of our greatest strengths and, in turn, greatest weapons.”

Ecker clenches his glutes, making me bounce ever so slightly in his lap. My hands fly to the table and the smallest gasp escapes me. A vein in Titus’s neck pops and he brings his hand to his temple like he’s trying to block his view of us.

Azurite flashes his flinty gaze over us, and I hold my breath. His expression is unreadable under the stag mask, and my heart races as I wait to be scolded. Ecker must sense my tension. His hands on my hips, he soothingly strokes my sides with his thumbs, wordlessly willing me to relax.

When the Elder speaks again, I feel like I can see a lingering suspicion in his eyes. Maybe it’s just in my head. “For the Intelligence Trial, each pack is given a target to gather sensitive information on that can be used as leverage. This leverage is vital to our subsistence as an organization and to keep a firm hold on our power.”

“It is traditionally an external ally or enemy.” The Cobalt Elder takes over. “However, for reasons we cannot disclose, we are breaking tradition, and your target is the current Trial’s Beryll pack.”

Titus and Bishop both perk up, leaning forward at this momentous news.

“You want us to spy on fellow nobles?” Bishop asks incredulously. I can tell in his voice he thinks this is a trap.

“Not spy. Gather intelligence,” the Cobalt Elder says pointedly.

Titus sounds unimpressed. “Dig up dirt, that’s what you’re saying?”

“ Ordering ,” Azurite snipes. “This is not a request. It is a Trial, and the value of the information you provide will determine whether or not you succeed.”

“Are you looking for something in particular?” Ecker asks. He sounds totally focused on the conversation, but his hand snakes under my skirt. I try to avoid obviously sucking in my breath when his palm runs over my thigh and his fingers delve between them.

“There is endless information in the world. What differentiates those who succeed is knowing how to filter it, identifying what is important, and then capitalizing on it.” No one speaks after the Azurite’s cryptic nonanswer.

I’m wondering if we’re about to be dismissed when Ecker’s fingertips ever so lightly trace over the slick pearling over my lips. The gentle caress makes desire twist viciously inside me, wanting more.

My eyes feel dry and hot as I resist the heat wanting to invade my bloodstream. I look down in case I fail. Which I may be closer to than I realize because Bishop growls, and I feel the tie of our bond crackle. It’s like the zap of a cattle prod. Sharp, painful, but undoubtedly pushing me toward one direction.

It’s the weirdest sensation, not only feeling my arousal build within my own body, but also being able to feel it from another person’s perspective. It’s like sinking with a life jacket on.

He tries to cover the low growl by clearing his throat and asking, “Is there anything else we need to know?”

“Just that under no circumstances can anyone discover your target. Especially as it’s an inside pack, utmost discretion must be maintained at all times.”

As if mocking the very definition of discretion, Ecker presses two fingers between my folds. I fight the urge to fall forward as he makes contact with my clit, his fingers sliding down either side. I feel my pussy clench at the stimulation, and a soft punch of hot air hits the back of my neck.

I’m wound so tight, so hypersensitive as I resist going into heat, it’s to the point of discomfort. The light puff of his breath feels like an electrifying caress, painful yet soothing. I grip the arms of the chair, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. My blood thrums in my ears. I can feel the pulse on my neck, thumping with each heartbeat, ticking like a bomb. My skin pricks with sweat.

The first Elder stands. “We look forward to your first report in a week’s time.”

Thank fucking God . This is almost over .

Bishop and Titus both move to rise and panic jumps in my chest—Ecker can’t stand right now; I can’t stand right now. A quick look passes between them, and Titus gives an almost indiscernible nod before rising on his own.

“We appreciate your trust in assigning us this Trial.” Titus’s voice is bland and diplomatic as he outstretches his long arm across the wide table to shake the Azurite’s hand.

Bishop’s gaze flick to mine from where he’s still seated. With hooded, nearly glowing eyes, he subtly dips his chin, and I realize now what conspired between the two of them. In a matter of seconds, they silently agreed Titus alone would stand. This allowed us to maintain expectations of respect for the Elders, while not singling out Ecker and me for remaining sitting.

It’s these small moments with unspoken words and silent conversations that remind me how intrinsically linked these men are. A pang of emotion strikes me. It’s too convoluted to be encapsulated by a single word. Part of it is longing, wondering if even being bonded mates, I will ever get as close to these men as they are to each other. Another part feels similar to regret, but perhaps more wistful, for trying to cause a riff in something so sacred. Even finding joy in that divide.

My morose musing manages to temporarily distract me from my invading heat, but the moment the back door slams shut after the last Elder leaves, it comes rushing back.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Titus shouts, nostrils flaring.

Bishop throws his hand in our direction and whines to Titus. “There is no way we were that fucking bad!”

“ Guys . . . ” I whimper, turning feverish as I finally allow myself to be consumed by the heat. Bishop’s eyes, full of concern, flash to mine, and I gasp at the sharp pang of emotion I feel through our bond. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

I shiver with body aches, and the softness in Bishop’s eyes hardens as he turns them on Ecker. “See, you goddamn idiot! You made her sick, forcing her to resist going into heat for so long—”

“ Shh , baby girl.” Ecker ignores Bishop’s reprimand. He stands up, keeping a firm grip on my waist so that I stay in the cradle of his hips the entire time. “I know how to make it better. I’ll take all your pain away until it’s nothing but pleasure.”

“ Please . . . , ” I beg as I place my palms on the table and arch my back. The flu-like feeling slips away with his first thrust, radiant warmth taking its place. “Yes, yes, more .”

“This is all you needed, huh?” he whispers softly and sweetly, but punches into me in a way that is anything but soft and sweet. “To get fucked good and hard by your mate. This is what you were squirming so desperately on my cock for.”

He bites off a gritty moan and I feel the sound cascade down my back like falling sand. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, and I plead breathlessly, “Mates. I need to get fucked by my mates .”

Bishop’s voice is strained. “I’m here, Sin—”

Titus’s hand flies out to stop him, slapping him in the chest. “ Not in the council room.”

Bishop growls. “But—”

“There’s a closet outside. You have five minutes to do what you need to do to get her through this heat, but don’t even think about knotting her,” Titus orders, his tone a mix of jealousy, annoyance, and sacrifice.

Before he even finishes speaking, Ecker has already pulled out and swept me up in his arms. It’s a quick blur as he swiftly leaves the council room behind Bishop, who holds open the door to a dark closet across the hall.

“Five minutes,” Titus reminds us coldly as he takes up a lookout position, dragging his palm over his cock and adjusting his pants with a heavy, testing breath. Before he shuts the three of us in, I meet his steely yet burning eyes and hear his gruff voice grind out, “And try not to scream so fucking loud.”

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