Page 61 of This Fate That Guides Us
Nexus and I spend the ride back playing an alcohol-free round of Never Have I Ever bookish edition, earningquestioning looks from Lex in the driver's seat. We ignore him though, too lost in enjoying each other’s presence to care if he finds our choice in literature weird.
Sadness fills my heart as we pull to a stop outside of our buses back at the RV park. I don’t want my time with this sweet alpha to come to an end yet.
Sensing my longing for more, or maybe feeling the same craving himself, Nexus stops me before I get too far. “Ride on our bus to the next stop? We can curl up in the big bed in the back, just us, and find a smutty romance to read together on my e-reader.” His eyebrows dance suggestively. Hope reflects back at me in his brown eyes.
“Okay,” I breathe. I plan on telling them the truth soon enough, so getting close to them is no longer a problem. I want to enjoy every second I can with my future pack.
“Give me your bag,” Lex grunts. He doesn’t say anything else but gives me a knowing look as he takes my books and walks to the bus we share. I guess I won’t have much to reveal to Lex when I talk to him tomorrow. He seems to already know there is more between me and Pack Graves than I’ve admitted out loud.
Nebula, Titan, and Callisto are surprised, but happy to see me when I climb onto their bus with Nexus. We chat for a few minutes about my date–yes our trip to the bookstore was a date and no one can convince me otherwise! I’ve never been on a real date before. Well technically ziplining with Titan might have been one, but with the way it ended, I don’t think I can count it. No date should end in both parties lashing out at each other.
“Okay, sorry boys, but this sweet girl is all mine for the next two hours!” Nexus declares. I let out a shriek when he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the back, my face hot with embarrassment as the others’ laughter rings out behind us. He tosses me into the middle of their huge pack bed and I don’treact quickly enough to bite back a moan as all of their scents coat my skin. This is absolute heaven!
“Mmmm, gorgeous, you keep making sounds like that and this reading session will turn out as smutty as our books,” Nexus teases. He pulls the door shut behind him and crawls up the bed toward me. The muscles in his arms flexing and his abs tensing as he hovers over top of me. I squeal when he leans down and licks the side of my face before collapsing beside me. “So what do we want to read?”
Fifteen minutes later, we decide on a paranormal standalone on both our TBRs. I’m curious to see how Nexus reacts to the extensive trigger list the story has, especially after hearing from friends in the reading community how intense–aka spicy–the story gets.
Why did I ever think this was a good idea? Lying in Pack Graves’ bed, surrounded by their scents, and listening to Nexus’ deep voice reading a smutty romance?
Out.
Loud.
My thighs are soaked in slick, my legs pressed together as I try not to squirm where I lay on my side, my back to Nexus’ chest. I can tell our story is affecting him too based on the rigid length I can feel pressing against my ass.
“Why is this so fucking hot?!” Nexus whispers. I shiver when his nose presses against my neck, just below my ear.
“The getting railed by two men over an altar part or the roleplay kidnapping part?” My voice comes out much breathier than I intended. Nexus chuckles against my skin before promising the answer is ‘both, definitely both’. He picks his e-reader up from where it fell to the bed and continues the scene.
Hearing the filthy things these men are doing to the girl in the story in Nexus’ voice is the best kind of pleasurable torture. If I knew I wouldn’t turn into a possessive psychopath, I’d suggest he try his hand at narrating audiobooks. I don’t think my omega would enjoy knowing others could hear him speaking these filthy lines into their ears, though, so I’ll keep the idea to myself.
When the story gets to a particularly steamy spot, he jerks against me, his arm slipping down the front of my waist. He sucks in a sharp breath and groans long and low. “Fuck, gorgeous, you’re soaking your shorts.”
I can’t stay still anymore, pressing my legs together and accidentally brushing them against him. If I were in my nest, I would have pulled my toys out already and taken care of this growing need coursing through my body, but on the guys’ bus, I don’t have that option.
“Sweet girl, please let me take care of you,” Nexus growls. The hand resting on my side grips me tighter, his alpha rising to the surface when my perfume leaks into the air around us.
I should say no, demand we go out to join the others, and not risk anything more happening with these men while they don’t know who I am to them. But I’m just your average omega. I don’t have the superhuman strength it would take to deny my body’s needs. And right now, I need this alpha’s hands on me.
“P-please,” I rasp.
Nexus doesn’t hesitate. His e-reader is discarded on the mattress beside us. The hand on my hip crawls across my lower stomach before he unbuttons my shorts, pushing them and my panties both down my thighs. Without the protective layer, my perfume fills the air around us. My eyes roll back in my head smelling how perfectly my scent blends with theirs on the bed.
“You smell so damn sweet,” Nex groans. His fingers explore me. So close to where I want them but so careful to avoid my clit. A guttural sound escapes his lips, vibrating against my shoulder,when he slides them against my entrance and feels the copious amounts of slick leaking from my center.
Turning my head, I see his face twisted in concentration. His brows furrowed and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “Alpha.” The word is a plea and a demand. For more. For the pleasure he offered.
His mocha eyes flash to mine, one corner of his mouth turned up into a smile, before his attention returns to where his hand is buried between my thighs. His fingers tap rhythmically against my clit like he’s playing keys on a piano, causing me to jolt in his arms. Each little rap sends bolts of lightning up my spine, building the wave of pleasure slowly growing inside of me.
Two thick fingers push into my core, stretching me, but it isn’t enough. I need more, I need–
“Fuck, gorgeous, you feel so fucking good squeezing my fingers like that. I can’t wait to feel this tight cunt choking my cock.” His words are whispered against my ear. I can feel his dick throbbing against the back of my thigh and the words are on the tip of my tongue to beg him to push down his jeans and slip inside of me.
My thoughts scatter when his thumb rubs against my clit. He keeps a steady pace now, his eyes on me. When he adds a third finger, pumping them in and out of me rapidly, he curls his fingers to drag their tips along the most sensitive part of my inner walls. The pleasure grows.
He groans and growls. The sound so akin to the vibrato he’s known for on stage makes me even wetter. The room fills with the wet sounds of his movements and my own pleasured sounds. My mind is hazy, swimming in euphoria. I don’t even have the coherency to consider keeping my voice down.
“Come for me, gorgeous. Let go and soak my hand in your sweet scent. Let everyone at the show know exactly who I belong to.” My back arches, my legs clamping around his arm andholding him trapped against me. A silent scream rips from my lungs as I shatter into a billion stars, the world around us a whirling galaxy of color. “That’s it. You did so well coming for your Alpha. Such a good omega. We’re so fucking lucky to have you with us.”
