Page 59 of Hidden Fates

“S-Skye.” Digging my fingers into the bedding, my eyes widen as she takes more of me, inching my length into her throat. I curse when she swallows, losing the fight to keep my hands to myself. One of my hands flies to her head, tangling in her hair to hold her steady as my hips jerk. She moans, shuddering as I use her mouth.

“Shit,” I curse, fighting to get control of myself. I should be taking care of her, bringing her pleasure, but it’s been so damn long since someone else has touched me like this.

Feeling her fingers rolling my balls, her throat constricting as I push deeper, is too much. I swear, body tensing as I spill over her tongue. She laps at my tip, shaking my body with aftershocks before she pops off me with a grin.

“Fuck, bunny,” I groan, pulling her into my arms and burying my head into the curve of her throat.

“I forgot how good you taste,” she admits, and I squeeze her tighter.

A squeak fills the air as I flip her onto her back and slam my lips to hers, tasting myself in the kiss. “You’re killing me,” I grumble, hand slipping beneath her sleep shirt to splay against her ribs.

“Death by orgasm, what a way to go,” she teases. Her words taper into a moan when my hand slips higher, palming her breast. Peaked nipples scrape against my skin, begging for my tongue, so I push her shirt up, exposing her chest.

So fucking beautiful.

I’m ravenous now; the beast buried inside me awakened now that she is in my bed.

“Caleb,” she whimpers as I tease her with my teeth. I take my time, cherishing each moan and breathy cry of my name. Perfume thickens in the room as I kiss between her breasts and down her stomach. Her scent is so strong that it makes my teeth throb and my dick swell with the need to sink inside her and mark her as mine.

“Please,” she begs, writhing as I slowly peel her thin panties down her legs.

“Hush,” I chastise, nipping her ankle. “Let me worship you.”

She tracks my every move as I kiss my way up one leg, then the other. By the time I reach the apex of her thighs, the bed is drenched in her slick and her chest is flushed with need.

I inhale deeply, groaning at the familiar smell of her honeyed sweetness. “Fucking mine,” I growl, diving in and lapping up as much of her as I can reach.

Skye shouts, back bowing as I devour her. I remember every spot that makes her breath catch, the speed and pressure she needs to come, and I take advantage of every memory. Panting moans fill the air as I push two fingers into her core, fucking her fast and hard with them as I suck her clit between my teeth.

“Caleb.” she cries my name, her release soaking my face and chest as she explodes, head thrashing back and forth on the bed. I slow my furious pace, prolonging her orgasm until she collapses, her body loose and exhausted.

Crawling my way up her body, she wraps her legs around my hips, pressing her core to my cock. Fucking hell. I shake my head, slipping us back over so she lies against my chest. “Rest, bunny.”

Her lip juts out, and I can’t resist sinking my teeth into it. “When I take you again, I won’t be able to hold myself back from bonding you.”

Understanding fills her eyes as she presses her cheek against my heart. “And you aren’t ready for that.”

Gripping her chin, I tilt her head back toward me. “I would claim you in a heartbeat, but you deserve proof of my devotion. Especially after the years of hurt you’ve experienced because of me.”

I can tell she wants to protest, so I silence her with a quick kiss. “Rest. It’s early and I know you’re still tired.” Petting her hair, I brush the sweaty strands away from her face and revel in the feel of her skin against mine.

One day soon, I will claim her. There’s no way I can stay here without giving in to my instincts. But I’m going to earn my place in her heart and her pack before I do.

Before Skye left my room yesterday afternoon, I stammered out a request to take her on a date.

We’ve been on hundreds of dates, but planning this one is more difficult than I imagined. There are a lot of factors to take into consideration, like her fame and the instability of our connection.

The media would have a field day if I took her out somewhere and attacked someone for looking at her wrong, which is a real risk until she wears my mark.

I’m scrolling through date ideas when my phone chimes with a text from my group chat with Matt, Joey, and Lee. Swiping it open, I’m bombarded with several messages begging me to meet up with them at Fairytale tomorrow. Apparently, the club is having an ‘Across the Universe’ theme night, which will replace their usual enchanted realm aesthetic with something sci-fi-esque.

That’s a great idea. I know from spending time with Bea and Omen that they take their VIP’s safety extremely seriously, and getting the Crowley pack in shouldn’t be an issue.

Leaving my bedroom, I track Quentin down. Before I respond to the guys, I need to talk to him about the logistics, just in case he doesn’t think it would be safe without additional security.

He’s sitting in the small sitting area on the second floor with a book open on his knee. I take a moment to study Skye’s quiet, studious Alpha. Dark, ashy brown hair is perfectly styled on his head, matching the perfect press of his brown sweater and slacks. Thin-framed glasses sit on his straight nose, and light gray eyes pour over the pages.

He hears me approach and slides a bookmark from the back of his book before setting it aside. “Caleb.”