Page 19 of Hidden Fates

One finger slides into his heat with ease, so I add another, stretching him with purpose. His eyes peek open, tenderness reflected at me as he senses my thoughts through our bond. When a third finger pushes him open, he grunts, thighs twitching as I work him over.

“Get inside me already.”

Raising a brow, I make him take a fourth finger instead of giving in to his demand. He knows who is in charge here, and it isn’t him.

“If you keep that up,” he pants, “I’ll come before your cock touches me.”

He relaxes as I push inside, grimacing from the burn of the stretch when I slam the rest of the way in. Rolling my hips, I give him slow, firm thrusts. Watching him take me is almost as mesmerizing as the feel of his warm walls locking around me each time I slide deep, hitting all the spots that force curses from his lips.

We don’t talk. Lost in the sensations. Who needs words when you can feel every thought as it pours down our bond and directly into each other’s souls?

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

More.

I know his every plea before he can speak it.

Slapping skin fills the room, accompanied by my panting breaths and his deep moans. His cock twitches against his stomach, pre-cum streaming to pool at the base.

“Onyx.” He gasps when I take him in my hand, pumping in time with my hurried thrusts. Fingers dig into my thighs, grounding him as he’s forced over the edge with a keen. His cum coats my hand and his stomach.

I pop my fingers into my mouth to clean them. It’s the saltiness of his flavor that sends me skydiving into an orgasm. My release floods his ass, leaking out around my knot where it swells and pulses.

Flopping onto the bed beside him, I huff out, “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

We lay there for a few minutes before he heaves himself to his feet and heads into the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth and tosses it to me.

“I’m going to start dinner.” His lips press to mine in a quick kiss, and then he’s gone, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling.

I’m playing a couple of rounds of a new battle royale game with Bellamy when Skye flutters into the room. We’ve been at the estate for three nights now. She’s barely slept through any of them.

If I knew where that asshole, Caleb, lived, I would have dragged him here and locked him in.

He’s hurting my Omega, and it pisses me the hell off.

Skye drops onto my lap, her arms winding around my neck and her face burying against my throat.

“Decided to leave your nest for a bit, bubbles?”

Running my hand up her spine, I tangle my fingers in her white-blonde hair as she hums her agreement. Soft kisses trail up my throat, her teeth grazing my bond marks. Honey-sweet perfume fills the air, hardening my cock where it juts against my thigh.

Pinching her chin, I tilt her head back to press my lips to hers. Devouring her with slow intensity.

“Is my Omega feeling needy?”

“You’re too tempting sitting here in these tiny gym shorts with no shirt on,” she teases the words onto my lips as I hold her.

“Before you begin tearing each other’s clothes off, I have news,” Quentin cuts in. “The FCDA has found Orbital Somatic’s manager. She is safe and recovering at a hospital in Alabama.”

All eyes turn to him as he clicks on the news, grimacing when his eyes find mine.

On the screen, images from the raid on the breeding ring’s hideout pair with stills from a massive compound. Reading the subtitles, my breath catches.