Page 49 of Hidden Fates

I’m out of the room and up the stairs before I can catch my breath. Skye needs me. She’s hurting, and after what her mates told me the other night, I know this is my fault.

I have to get to her. To make the pain go away.

At the top of the stairs, a door flies open, and Quentin storms out. He freezes, light gray eyes narrowing. One finger points down the hall as he glares. “Go.”

I never stopped moving.

Skye’s bedroom is empty, but her closet door is cracked open. I push it further, wincing when it slams against the shelves, making her jump.

“C-Caleb?” She brushes away the tears lining her cheeks.

I tangle my hands in her hair and pull her against my chest. We collapse onto the bench that runs down the middle of the room, her legs straddling my hips as I hold her. “I’m so sorry.” I whisper the words over and over as I rock her. She clings to me, hands twisted in the front of my shirt.

I’m a fucking bastard for ever leaving her.

“Stop apologizing,” she says, frowning up at me. “This isn’t your fault. I’m just being stupid-”

My growl stops her, as does the hand that drops to cover her mouth. “You’re hurting. Because of me. You have bond sickness. Because of me. None of this is your fault.”

Her head shakes, tongue darting out to lick my palm. I don’t move my hand until she reaches up to pry it away. “It wasn’t the bond sickness.” She glances down at herself and sighs. Her lips are pursed when she looks up at me. “I still haven’t gained any weight. As you can tell.” She pinches the skin over her hip, and it clicks.

Running my tongue over my teeth, I take a quick look out the door. Fuck it. If anyone comes to check on us, they can help me show Skye just how much we adore her body.

Flipping her around, I grip her chin in my hand and make her face the mirror. She winces, trying to shift off my lap, but I bind my other arm around her waist and hold her still.

“Caleb, your legs.”

“Are fine. You aren’t hurting me. I love having you in my arms. Your ass pressed against my lap.” I grind up, letting her feel how hard I am. Her lips pop open, and I hate myself for making this beautiful woman ever doubt how obsessed with her I am.

Keeping my grip on her chin, my other hand travels from her waist up to splay between her breasts. I can feel the rapid pounding of her heart, see it in the flutter of her pulse in the curve of her throat.

“I know there are no words that will convince you to see yourself the way I do. The way we do. So I’m going to show you. Watch,” I motion toward the mirror, “as I make you fall apart.”

Distracting her with an orgasm might not be the best way to approach her body image issues, but it’s a start.

Her skin pebbles beneath my fingers as I glide them down her stomach, dipping into her belly button to make her giggle. I widen my legs, hooking her knees outside mine so she’s on display. She sucks in a sharp breath, a flush crawling up her chest as I force her to stare at her reflection.

When my hand reaches her core, I cup her, letting her slick coat my palm before I spread my fingers and open her up. “Such a pretty pink pussy,” I whisper against her skin, lips pressed to her shoulder.

“Caleb,” she whimpers my name, her scent swelling with the honey sweetness of arousal.

One finger circles her clit, teasing her with the light touch. Noise behind us has both our eyes flying to the doorway, where Emmett leans against the frame, his eyes heavy-lidded and his hand gripping his dick through his jeans.

“Damn, sweetheart, look at you. So fucking gorgeous.”

He meets my eyes, a question burning in them. I tip my chin, slowly accepting his silent plea to join us. It’s weird to share Skye with him, but this is something I will have to get used to.

It isn’t just her and me against the world anymore; she has a whole pack to protect her.

Emmett sits on the bench beside me, his lips meeting her other shoulder as one of his hands glides up the inside of her thigh. He pushes a finger into her core, chuckling when her hips buck.

“Does that feel good? Having the attention of two of your mates?” One finger quickly becomes two. Squelching fills the air alongside Skye’s panting moans. Slick shines on Emmett’s hand and my fingers where I continue to toy with her clit.

“Please,” she whines, trying to fuck herself on his fingers.

I shift my head up, tongue darting out to lick the shell of her ear. “Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Better than any sunrise or sunset. You’re magnificent, even if you don’t feel it here.” I drop my hand from her chin and point to her heart.

She’s a good girl and keeps her attention on the mirror as we double our efforts.