Page 66 of Hidden Fates

I’m so close, ready to burst when he adds a third finger and stretches.

“That’s it, baby, let the pressure build. Hold it in until I get my cock in you.”

He pushes to his feet and coats himself in lube, fisting his length and tugging hard several times. I widen my legs, pulling them to my chest when he steps closer and lines himself up with my hole. Rough palms grip my cheeks and spread me open, his eyes glued to my ass as he slowly presses in.

I force my body to relax, pushing against him until he slips inside. “Fuck. Yes,” I pant, reaching down to grip myself. He slaps my hand away, giving me an unimpressed look as he continues to push deeper, inch by inch until his hips are flush with my ass.

We both groan, breathy and content. I can’t take my eyes off him as he pulls out, gliding back in just as slowly. Sweat dots his forehead, his palms tightening their grip on my hips as his thrusts grow in strength. “Faster,” I beg, but he ignores me.

At least until we both feel the overwhelming pulse of lust that shoots down our bond with Skye again. Gritting his teeth, Sterling loses himself in the residual need from his Omega. Frantic thrusts fill the room with the sound of skin slapping and our heavy breaths.

I could mute my bond with Skye, stop her emotions from leaking into me, but I never do. Knowing she’s feeling good makes me feel better.

Imagining her being railed by one of her mates makes my balls feel heavy, the knot at the base of my spine tightening as I edge closer to release. It’s Caleb in the nest with her. His tattooed, muscular body on display as he fucks her.

My eyes roll back as I picture it, and I come. Hard.

Sterling presses a sloppy kiss to my lips, uncaring that he’s spreading my cum all over his stomach. “What dirty thoughts are running through your head?” He eyes me, lips tilting into a smirk against mine. “It’s them, isn’t it? You’re imagining what Caleb is doing to our girl. What you want him to do to you. How fat his knot will be and how good it will feel when he shoves it in your tight, Beta ass?”

“Sly,” I whimper, cock twitching as cum splatters between us.

Licking across my lips, he leans back and presses my thighs tighter to my chest. His next thrust pushes his inflated knot against me, the grinding motion of his hips sends sparks of pleasure through my spent length.

“I’ll fill you up, baby, give you a taste of what you want from our new pack mate.”

“Fucking knot me already.”

Narrowing his eyes, he shifts back until only his tip rests inside me. With a wicked grin, he slams forward, forcing his knot to push through the tight ring of muscle. Pain blends with pleasure, morphing into the perfect type of agony as he swells thicker and thicker, pushing my abused body to its limits. I feel like I’m tearing in two, but that small flare of panic is soothed by the kick of his cock as he comes, filling me with the hot splash of his release.

I’ve never understood why I react like this, why I feel like I’ll shatter if I don’t have his or Onyx’s cum coating my insides.

Moaning, he drops his forehead to mine and shifts us onto our sides. We’re lying sideways across my bed, but we don’t care. All that matters is each other and the bond we share.

“I love you,” I whisper, brushing my lips to the corner of his mouth.

“I love you too, brat. Thank you for completing my soul.”

Rolling my eyes, I let them fall closed and pretend I’m not blushing. He always says that shit, and I light up like a damn tomato every time. It’s the sweetest thing ever, but I can’t make myself admit how much I adore hearing it.

Sometime later, he slips out of me and taps my hip, helping to support me as we rush through a quick shower.

I face plant onto the bed beside him, one arm tossed across his chest, and barely hear his puff of laughter before I pass back out, thoroughly fucked and well cared for by my Alpha.

Going to the gym is one of my favorite forms of foreplay.

That’s probably weird to admit, but if you saw the shit my mates do when we’re here, you’d understand.

Caleb joined us this morning, looking delectable in a pair of low-slung basketball shorts and a tight black tank top. He’s currently doing pull-ups, the muscles in his back stretching in the most enticing way.

Damn, is he ripped.

I can barely focus on my workout when his thick ass and firm back are calling to me like a damn bird doing a mating dance.

Caleb drops to his feet, turns around, and—Holy fucking Fates—this man whips his thick headphones off and slaps them around his thigh to answer the gym bro who steps up to talk to him.

That is way too hot to be appropriate in public.

For me, because I am harder than hell and my gym shorts do absolutely nothing to hide it.