Page 37 of Hidden Fates

At first, my love for the pain of having them inked into my skin drew me to the art. I started designing them as a hobby when my mates bought me a temporary design kit.

One day, Shattered Horizons won’t be a big-ticket band. We’ll be too old, too dated, and I’ll need a way to spend my time when I’m not with my mates. Tattooing is the perfect secondary career. It’s creative and fills my heart the way drumming does, but without the pressure that comes from the band.

As I shift the paper, my skin crawls. Setting the pen aside, I focus on my bonds and feel panic from Bellamy. It fades, only to start back up for several seconds. The pattern repeats twice before I frown and close my sketchbook, sticking it in the desk drawer.

From the bathroom Sly yells, “What’s going on with Bee?”

“I’m going to find out,” I reply, leaving him to finish his shower.

Heading through the house, I take the stairs two at a time. Bellamy’s bond is back to normal now. Crazy aroused as usual. So is Skye’s.

Reaching her bedroom door, thick, honey-sweet perfume slams into me. Strong enough to make my knees shake. Shit, she must be having another mini-heat.

Pulling my phone from my shorts pocket, I message our group chat to let them know. I shouldn’t need them to help her through it, but they’ll want a heads-up before they feel it through their bonds.

Especially Quentin, who doesn’t like the way his body automatically responds to her heat scent. The way he described it to me, it’s like his body is saying one thing while his heart and mind are saying another. Being hard without being turned on.

Opening the nest door, I’m met with the sweetest moan, and an incredible sight. Skye is on her back, her hands buried in Bellamy’s hair, where he’s devouring her pussy. His round ass is on display in the tightest, shortest yellow boxers.

Wrapping a hand around my length, I have to grip it tight and fight against the instinctive need to rut trying to take control of me.

“More,” Skye whines, grinding against his face.

Bellamy chuckles and presses three fingers into her core. “Like that, dirty girl? Want me to get your needy little hole all nice and stretched for your Alpha’s knot? Fist your hungry pussy and make you come all over me?”

“Yes,” she screams, back arching, as he pumps his fingers into her at a furious pace. She shatters, legs locking around his head as she comes. His pace never slows, pushing her higher.

Grabbing a bottle of lube from the bench closest to the door, I strip and crawl across the mattress to join them. He jolts when I grip his hip, heat-filled eyes flickering to mine as he continues to roll his tongue across Skye’s clit. His ass wiggles in the air, tempting me to slide inside him.

Bee likes taking dick as much as, if not more than, Skye. If it were possible, he’d live with one of us inside him.

Sliding his boxers to his knees, I grunt when something glints between his cheeks. Parting them, I find a multi-colored plug buried inside him. “Look at that,” I rumble, pushing it in and out. “Such a good boy, prepping yourself for your Alphas. You want me to knot you tonight? Fill your ass so full of my cum you’ll be able to see your abdomen distend?”

Skye whines, her eyes flying open and locking onto me. She makes grabby hands, temporarily abandoning Bee’s hair. I lean over him to kiss her, tongue slipping into her mouth to tease along hers, and drag my lips across her cheek, sucking on the sensitive point below her ear before continuing my path down her throat.

The slightly raised edge of her bond mark feels incredible beneath my tongue. A visual reminder that she’s mine. Permanently.

“Alpha,” she gasps, head tilting in submission as I grip her skin between my teeth, right over my mark.

“Be good and let your Beta stretch you, and then we’ll give you what you need.”

“Knot?”

“Yes, Omega. Our knot.”

Her head bobs, lips parting when Bellamy changes what he is doing to her. Leaning back, I watch with heated eyes as he works a fourth finger into her pussy, stretching her obscenely around his hand.

I can’t take my eyes off them, not even as I lube my cock and pull the plug out of Bee’s ass. He stills, panting against her thigh as I work my fingers inside him, teasing him the way he’s teasing her.

“Get her ready, Brat.” My hand claps down on his cheek, tingeing his skin pink from the force.

The nest door opens and closes; the scent of tangerine and rosewood flowing through the air to twine with ours. Sterling takes us in, his golden-brown eyes darkening as he sets everything in his hands on the window seat and tosses his clothes to the side.

He’s a beautiful man. Lean but muscular, with a long torso and defined hips. His cool umber skin is swirled with ink along one thigh and his forearms.

“How long has she been under?” he asks, dropping to his knees and shuffling to the middle of the mattress to join us. Each step forward makes his thick cock bob against his thigh, and I have to swallow the drool pooling in my mouth as I stare at him. “X?”

“Don’t know. Bee?”