Page 42 of Hidden Fates

Swallowing thickly, I scan the backstage area for Quentin, hoping he can help with this situation, but when I find him talking to a member of the road crew, his lips pinched tight, I remember what he told me yesterday about not feeling arousal the same as others.

Shaking my head, I study Skye’s face. She bites back a whimper, her thighs pressing together and pinching the material of her dress. Perfume leaks from her, thick and heady. If it swells too much and reaches the crowd, we could have a riot on our hands.

Glancing onto the stage, I find Onyx’s eyes locked on us. He gives Skye a pointed look, one I take as permission to help her.

I hope that’s what he’s saying, otherwise I might get my ass kicked later.

Pulling my Omega to my chest, I wrap one arm around her waist to lock her in place, and lean down to brush my lips against her ear. “You’re perfuming, bunny. Do you want me to take you to the green room?”

Her head shakes, pleading eyes flickering up to mine. The jade-green orbs are so dark, her pupils swallowing the gold that rings their center.

“Do you want me to help you? Sink my fingers into your needy little pussy and get you off while you watch your mates finish their set?”

“Please,” she whines, grinding back against me. I groan, burying the noise in her hair.

To get to touch her again after so long…

I could come just imagining it.

“Okay, but you have to be quiet. You can’t sing your release for the whole venue to hear.”

She nods, head falling back to rest against my shoulder. I bunch her dress against me, careful to keep my body positioned so no one will see what I’m doing to her.

The first glide of my fingers up the inside of her thigh makes my dick twitch in my jeans. She’s soaked. Slick leaking from the pair of scent-canceling underwear she’s wearing.

I can feel the beat rattling through my body as I pull Skye’s underwear aside and glide a finger between her folds. Circling her clit with my thumb, I push two fingers into her core, eyes slamming closed when I feel the exquisite pressure of her clamping down on them.

I wish it was my dick. That I could bend her over one of those speakers and sink deep inside her, reuniting us on a primal level.

“Caleb,” she moans, hands gripping the arm locked around her waist.

“I’ve got you, bunny. I’ll give you what you need.”

Pressing firmly on her clit, I pump my fingers in and out of her, hoping the music drowns out the squelching. She’s shaking, breaths coming in short bursts as she bites back alluring sounds.

“Come for me, Skye. Let me feel you fall apart in my arms one more time.”

“Not one,” she pants, nails digging into my skin. Her muscles tense, walls locking down on my fingers as she tips over the edge. “Forever. You’ll feel me forever.”

My lips find hers, devouring her promise, and the keen trapped behind it. I can feel the racing of our hearts, so in sync, it’s unnerving.

Feeling her come is a gift.

One I still don’t feel like I deserve.

“Feeling better?” I ask as I slip my fingers from her pussy and wipe her release on the inside of her dress.

She sighs, still leaning against me as she catches her breath. “I feel perfect.”

We dance and sing along with the rest of the guy’s performance, getting lost in the music and each other.

The way it was always meant to be.

After the show, Skye changes into a clean outfit Quentin had on hand. His preparedness is admirable, and I’m glad she has him as an Alpha. He thinks ahead and plans for the moments she feels uncomfortable, like when her underwear and dress are soaked cum.

“I’m starving,” she admits, looping her arm through Bellamy’s and Emmett’s as we head to the parking lot. “Can we get something to eat?”

“Diner food?” Bellamy suggests, his eyes sparkling. He’s full of energy; his legs bouncing each time he tries to sit down. Which only lasts a few seconds before he’s up and moving again. “I could devour a hundred milkshakes.”