Page 84 of Hidden Fates

Twisting a hand in my hair, he pulls my back up against his chest, one hand releasing my hip to collar my throat. “Behave.”

Forcing myself to relax is difficult, but I make myself go limp. “Good Omega.”

His thumb brushes my pulse as he continues to fuck me. Taking his time and driving us both mad. Stars dance in my eyes, the burn of overstimulation brimming tears along my lashes. Each thrust pushes me higher, toward a release that will destroy me.

“Please,” I beg, clinging to his arm. My body is shaking, sweat-soaked skin burning with the heat of him searing my back.

Dropping me onto the bed, he picks up his pace, pounding into me. The sexiest noises fall from his lips, morphing into a raspy moan as his knot slips into my abused pussy and inflates, locking us together. Lightning arcs between my nerves, setting my body ablaze with unending waves of pleasure as I come again.

My walls clench around his cock, dragging his release out. Each spurt of warm cum inside me soothes the ache between my thighs.

We collapse, his arm snaring my waist and shifting us to our sides before his weight crushes me. Our chests heave, panting the only sound in the room as we ride out the aftershocks of our explosive release.

“Sleep,” Onyx commands, lips pressing to my temple. I want to ask if his rut is satisfied, but I don’t have the energy to force the words from my lips.

Oh well. If he needs me, I’m right here.

He can use me as he sees fit.

Soft light filters past the curtains when I wake. Onyx snores softly behind me, his cock soft inside me. Biting my lip, I shift to let him slip free.

“No,” he growls, hand splaying over my mound and trapping me against him. His nose presses into the crook of my neck, chest rising as he takes a deep breath of my scent.

“Good morning, Alpha,” I giggle, groaning when he twitches, starting to get hard again.

The hand on my mound slides up over my stomach, cupping my breast and thumbing my nipple. “Mornin’.” Sleepy kisses and slow touches lead to soft sex, so full of emotion that I can’t hide the tears streaming down my cheeks. Our bond gleams in my chest, overflowing with our love for each other.

“I got you, bubbles. You’re safe with me.”

I cling to him as I come, shuddering in his arms. Languid waves of pleasure sweep over my body, curling my toes and drawing a keen from my throat. His knot pushes into my core, locking us together before his cum fills me.

“Get some sleep,” he urges, tucking me against him and pulling the sheet up over us. “I’ll order breakfast after we unlock.”

Letting my eyes flutter closed, I sink deep into my bonds, sending bursts of love down each of them. The ball of multi-colored threads wraps around my heart, reminding me they’re mine. My Fate-matched mates. Picked for me by the Fates themselves.

Cinnamon sweetness tickles my nose, making my stomach rumble loudly. Holding out my hand, I silently demand my breakfast in bed.

Onyx snorts, flicking my nose as I sit up. He sets a plate on my lap, full of yummy cinnamon rolls, fresh fruit, and a bowl of granola-topped yogurt.

“Thank you,” I mumble around a bite, too hungry to wait for him to join me. Helping an Alpha through a rut really takes it out of me.

“Quentin messaged. We’re taking a detour on our way home to grab your dress for the holiday show next weekend.”

I swallow before responding. “Is everyone going down for that? Or just me and Q?”

While I love having my mates at my shows, I never expect them to make it to all of them. Especially not when they have their own lives and careers to focus on.

“We’ll be there. Shattered Horizons doesn’t have any obligations until January.”

“You’ll need to practice if Caleb is going to join the band,” I remind him. I’m excited to see how Sterling adds him to their existing tracks, and what new material he comes up with. Next year is going to be exciting for both our bands.

Before we leave, I take a quick shower—alone, so we actually make it out of the hotel before our checkout time.

The drive into New York seems to take hours, my skin crawling with the need to be home and away from the crowds clogging the streets. Luckily, the shop Quentin ordered the dress from has an attendant deliver it to us curbside. The pretty blonde Beta woman is awestruck as she helps hang it in the backseat. Her eyes barely leave mine, but she doesn’t ask for an autograph or anything.

As we pull back into traffic, I text Q and ask him to send her something as a thank you.

I used to love surprising my fans. Encountering them in public and taking pictures or signing things.