Page 61 of Hidden Fates

It’s mid-afternoon, the perfect time to steal Skye away from the others and take her out. She’s in the conservatory with Bellamy, watching Mochi run around the room, weaving through all the plant racks along the outer wall.

The little bundle of fur is a lot faster than I thought she would be. Cuter too.

“Hey bunny,” I greet Skye, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. Bellamy’s eyes heat as he stares, and I have to shift on my feet to hide my reaction to them both. “Want to get dressed and let me take you to dinner before our date?”

Skye beams up at me. Bellamy helps her lure Mochi back to them, and he offers to get the guinea pig settled while Skye gets ready.

“Have fun tonight, dude,” he says, slapping my shoulder as we go our separate ways.

I sit on the end of the giant bed in Skye’s room as she gets ready, music playing softly from her closet. “What should I wear?” she calls out, head poking around the door. Her eyes light up when I tell her where we’re going, her excitement amplifying mine through our connection.

I nearly choke when she finally walks out. Her sparkly lilac dress isn’t overly revealing with its high neckline, but it hits her mid-thigh and clings to her body like a second layer of skin. She’s pulled her hair up, leaving her neck exposed and highlighting the marks from her other mates.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper, dumbstruck by how gorgeous she is.

Skye giggles, stalking over to stand between my legs. A pair of thin clear heels adds a few inches to her height, letting her look down at me. “You’re drooling, Alpha,” she teases, swiping her thumb along my lip.

Gripping her hips, I pull her closer. Her breath catches before her arms wind around my shoulders. “The Fates blessed me when they connected my soul to yours, bunny. Seeing you wrapped in this sexy little dress is like a wet dream come true. If I didn’t have eight years of dates to make up for, I’d toss you onto this bed and lick your sweet pussy, making you come over and over until you pass out from the pleasure. Then I’d wake you with my cock buried deep inside you and watch as you fell apart all over again.”

“Caleb.” Skye moans, her body listing toward me and her eyes darkening until there is barely any green left. The faintest hint of her perfume leaks through the air, and I have to fight against the instincts demanding I bend her over and lock her on my knot.

“Downstairs,” I bite out. “Now.”

Skye snickers, but she listens and skips out of the room, giving me time to get myself under control.

Getting through tonight without burying myself inside her will be the best kind of hell.

Chapter Twenty

After an amazing dinner at a Lebanese restaurant in town, Caleb drives us to Fairytale. I searched it up while I was doing my hair and immediately fell in love. The aesthetic of the whimsical club is dream-worthy. From its costumed dancers to the forest decor, it’s almost as magical as the estate.

My leg bobs as we crawl through evening traffic, music softly playing on the radio and Caleb’s hand on my knee. That small point of contact has done wonders for my anxiety. Crowds have never been my favorite. At least not when I am in the middle of them.

Being on stage and watching thousands of people dance and sing is different. There’s a barrier, space to breathe.

“If this is too much, we can leave,” he promises as we park near the club. His reassurance brings a soft smile to my lips. Slipping my hand into his, I let him help me from his car.

Our fingers stay twined until we reach the doors where security checks our IDs and waves us through. Then he slips behind me, guarding my back as we’re guided up a back staircase to their VIP area.

My jaw drops as I take in the venue. Caleb had mentioned tonight’s theme was sci-fi, but the changes they’ve made shock me. The white-petaled flowers of the trees that crawl up the walls glow in shades of neon blue and purple, appearing holographic and flickering between the two colors as you move. Strips in the same colors line the dance floor below, crossing over in angular patterns.

A server greets us as Caleb helps me onto a couch where I can see the people dancing below. I love her iridescent silver outfit. It’s cut to look like armor, a blend of curves and angles that only adds to the environment.

She’s polite as Caleb rattles off our drink order, the names of which I’ve never heard before. After she leaves, he explains that they’re all specialty menu items for tonight only.

The tray she slides onto the table in front of us holds glowing green shot glasses filled with slime, and tall glasses filled with a glittery, pink and blue swirled drink that glimmers like the night sky. They’re adorable.

Caleb hands me the shot first, clinking his against mine. My nose wrinkles as the sourness from the drink spreads over my tongue. He runs a finger down my nose, bopping it before he sets the glasses aside and passes me the galaxy-themed one instead. “This one should be sweeter.”

I sip it, enjoying the fruity flavor as the crowd grows. A buzz settles over me, pushing away the remnants of anxiety clinging to my mind.

“Dance with me, bunny.” Caleb stands with one hand outstretched toward me and a smirk stretched on his kissable lips.

I can’t help but run my tongue over my bottom lip, eyes trailing from his tattooed fingers up his forearms where he has his sleeves rolled up, to the thick swirls of ink that wrap around his throat. I remember the feel of them beneath my tongue. The way his throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

A shiver of longing wracks my body as I slip my hand into his and let him pull me to the small, private dance floor.

Somehow it feels like no time has passed and we’re still those twenty-year-old kids who were so madly in love they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.