Page 83 of Hidden Fates

“Your relationship with him is very real. For all of us. Bellamy is head-over-heels already. To no one’s surprise.”

His hand on the small of my back guides me into the room. It isn’t extravagant with a small sitting area and a king-sized bed. Perfect for a night with my largest, quietest Alpha mate.

“The rest of us have accepted Caleb. Helped him find his place. Was it difficult to get over him hurting you? Yes.”

Onyx slides his hand under the collar of my coat and pushes it down my arms, his stomach brushing my chest with each breath he takes. I shudder, confused and turned on.

I need to stop thinking.

“You’d tell me if you were struggling, right?” When his hand comes up to cup my cheek, I let out a long breath. “Okay. Will you help me shut my brain off?”

Heat warms his dark eyes, his fingers tightening in my hair as he leans down to brush his lips against mine. “It would be my pleasure, Omega. Strip and kneel on the bed. I want you to soak my beard in your slick.”

Scrambling to do as he said, I get my clothes off and pile them on a chair before climbing onto the bed. It’s soft, but not nearly as comfortable as the one in my nest.

When his weight dips the bed behind me, I straighten, hands on my thighs and my eyes closed.

Waiting.

For him. For pleasure. For release.

Thick fingers dig into my thighs, pushing them further apart and lifting me so he can slide under my body. I drop back down, his mouth immediately sucking on my clit, but I can’t focus on that when his hands are gripping my bony ass.

Flattening his tongue, he glides it down my center, lapping at the slick soaking my skin. My nails dig into my skin as I try to focus. To enjoy this moment without getting lost in the hatred I carry for my body.

“Omega.” His growl vibrates against my core, doing amazing things for my already heightened arousal.

Meeting his eyes, they narrow before he huffs and slides his hands to my thighs. Without worrying about what he thinks of my lack of a butt or hips, it’s easier to let the threads of fire climbing up my spine ignite into an inferno.

Palming my breasts, I toy with my nipples, hips rolling as he fucks me with his tongue.

“Come. Give it all to me.”

Spearing two fingers into my pussy, he sucks hard on my clit, his beard scratching the sensitive skin. All those sensations are too much, and I shatter, writhing on top of him as my body becomes a billion particles of glittering stardust.

Onyx powers through my release and licks up the proof of my orgasm. “Such a good girl, giving your Alpha what he needs.”

Forcing my eyes open, I startle when I see how blacked out his pupils are. Oh. He’s going to go into rut. That explains his scent. It wasn’t me doing anything to upset him causing the changes; it was his instincts.

Shoot, did Caleb’s near miss the other day start this? I wouldn’t be surprised if it did.

“Thank you, Alpha,” I coo, running my fingers through his hair and scooting my body down from his face so he can breathe freely. “Do you need me to present for you? Let you fill my pussy with your seed and your knot?”

“Yes.”

Rolling to the side, I push to my knees and drop my face to the mattress, arms stretched above my head. “I’m yours, Alpha. Use me.”

A pleased purr rattles his chest, making slick gush between my legs. I’m so ready it aches to not feel him buried inside me.

“Mine,” he hisses, cock slipping against the wetness. He grips himself, tip gliding through my folds, before he slams into me with one hard thrust. We rock forward, a delicious ache spreading through my core as he fucks me, stretching my walls in the most magical way.

Each snap of his hips is rough, almost punishing. Bit by bit, I can feel him letting go, allowing primal instinct to push to the surface.

Grunts and moans fill the room, my fingers clawing at the sheets as I’m pushed from one orgasm to the next. It’s too much and still not enough.

“Alpha,” I whimper, allowing my own instincts to take control. He needs the barest part of my soul to join with his to satisfy his rut. An act of submission I am more than willing to give.

Lifting one leg onto the bed, he changes his angle, hands gripping my hips tight. His knot pushes against my pussy, already swollen and heavy. Thrashing in his hold, I whine, trying to rock back to force more of him inside me.