Page 63 of This Fate That Guides Us
“Nexus, sunscreen,” Nebula calls, breaking the peaceful moment. I would complain, but I know my alpha will be very thorough as he makes sure I won’t burn today. Or as thorough as he can be on a public beach anyway. There are children around after all.
“You need help with your sunscreen, gorgeous?” I send Omen a flirty wink as she watches me walk backward to where the rest of my pack has been setting up our beach towels and umbrella. She giggles but waves me off promising she’ll ask for assistance if she needs it.
Standing in the sand beside our beach chairs, I keep my arms and legs spread and mentally count out the notes to the song we’ve been working on in an attempt to prevent myself from getting a hard-on as Nebula’s large palms massage sunscreen into my skin. I’m partially successful, only rocking a semi when he smacks my ass and moves over to help Cal cover Tee’s massive body.
I glance at the spread-out towels beside us watching as Ridley scowls where Omen is spraying Bea down. I sympathize with his discontent. I too would prefer to be hands-on in helping my omega apply her sunscreen, but what can we do?
We’re all distracted when Omen whips the cute little sundress she is wearing over her head. She’s wrapped in a black halter one-piece swimsuit that shows off the tattoo running along her sternum and dips nearly down to her ass in the back. My semi is now fully hard and I need to get in the water before I give the families nearby a show they didn’t ask for.
Diving beneath the surface of the water, I let the waves crash over me for a minute before pushing back to the surface. Kicking my legs to keep myself afloat, I startle when an arm wraps around my waist. I let out an unflattering squeal as I’m lifted into the air and tossed back into the water.
I resurface to Omen’s melodic laughter ringing out from the shoreline. She looks like an alt-goth wet dream wading into the water toward us. It’s her turn to shriek when Nebula runs up behind her, tossing her over his shoulder and dropping them both down into the waves.
We’ve been in the water for a few hours, laughing and swimming, when Tee lets out an excited yell from where he went to grab us water from the cooler in the back of our car. Searching across the sand, I see him waving his huge arms in the air. When he sees he has our attention he points to the food truck taking up residence at the far end of the public parking lot.
“Fuck yes,” Omen grins. She scrambles out of the water with me hot on her trail, my eyes glued to the way her ass sways as she walks across the hot sand. She veers toward her towel to grab her wallet, but I snag her hand and pull her under my arm knowing Nebula will grab his. We’ll be treating her as much as possible while we are all out together.
“Wait I need–”
“Our treat,” Callisto tells her as he walks beside her. Their fingers brush as we make our way to the parking lot until she finally caves and entwines her hand with his. Cal’s cheeks turnthe prettiest shade of pink. I have to focus on the thought of food to keep my hormones in check.
‘You can’t have an orgy at the beach’ I tell myself repeatedly. Not this beach anyway. A private beach for the five of us. Yep, that’s definitely going on the bucket list.
When we reach the edge of the beach where Tee stands, Bea steals Omen from beneath my arm. I pout at the omega as she drags my girl away, but I’m happy to see the two of them so relaxed and carefree. The stress of the increasingly dangerous protests outside of our shows has left us all carrying a little extra weight on our shoulders. They deserve a day of fun in the sun without worrying about any bullshit.
“No way!” Bea exclaims when she gets close enough to see around the line of beachgoers waiting at the truck. “This is the crepe truck Azalea tweeted about a few days ago!”
Peeking over the crowd, I see the bright pink truck decorated with kawaii ice creams and ocean animals. The menu is still too far for me to read, but it’s clear they sell Japanese-style crepes, which makes my stomach rumble loudly. Food really is my love language and I could use some love right now.
The wait is long, with most of the beachgoers coming to order from the pop-up shop, but we spend the time playing a round of musical word chains where we can only name famous bands or artists. We’re sweating our asses off but having the time of our lives.
When it’s finally our turn to order, I find myself face-to-face with the conundrum of indecision. There are too many options and they all look magical. How am I supposed to pick only one? Omen appears to be struggling with the same problem in front of me so I offer to split mine with her so we can both try two different types. Knowing my mates, they will make sure we all get to try anything different our pack chooses. Just one of the many reasons I love them.
Omen finally decides on a matcha cheesecake flavor while I go for a strawberry lychee blend. The workers inside of the truck move quickly and efficiently, smiling and joking together. The monstrous-sized crepes they finally hand us have me double-checking to make sure I’m not drooling all over myself. They’re as big around as a baseball and packed full of fruit, ice cream, and other delicious bites.
I groan as the flavors coat my mouth. They’re magical! Not as delicious as the taste of Omen’s slick, but a close second.
“Here,” Omen offers me hers and watches as I bite from the same spot she did before holding mine out in return. We sit on the edge of the parking lot and enjoy our sweet treats together.
Omen finishes hers, offering the last chunk to Tee to try, and leans her head against me. Her hair’s pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head leaving her unmarked neck exposed. The desire to sink my teeth into her skin and claim her as mine strikes me suddenly.
I shake the thought away, focusing on the distant skyline instead. One day I will claim my omega, but not before she’s ready.
“Back in the water or do we want to take a break for a bit?” Nebula questions after he’s thrown all of our wrappers and trash away. He stretches his arms behind his head, flexing the muscles in his upper arms, and I’m not the only one who can’t pull my eyes away from the sight of his ripped torso. Omen tracks along each tattoo on his chest and arms, devouring them with a heat in her eyes that has me shifting uncomfortably.
Beach orgies are illegal, right? Yeah, probably best to distract us before this devolves into a level of debauchery we could face jail time for.
“I’m good out of the water for a bit,” I reply.
Omen manages to tear her eyes away from Nebula to scan the beach. A lot of the families are packing up for the evening,ready to head home with their exhausted little ones. I fight back a pout when she spies the empty volleyball net a short distance down the sand. Me and athletic games do not mix.
“Beach volleyball?” she asks. Her question isn’t directed to me or my pack though, she’s looking at her best friend. Bea shrugs before turning to look at us all thoughtfully.
“You look like you’re going to perish just thinking about playing, Nexus,” Bea snorts. “We could do three on three? That way Nexus and whoever else isn’t interested can sit out.”
Cal relaxes at her suggestion. My sweet beta isn’t very fond of athletic competitions either. We follow behind everyone else, his hand in mine, as we listen to them decide who will pair with who. Though it’s easy to see the divide between the six of them. So it’s no surprise when Omen winds up on the same team as Nebula and Titan while Bea pairs up with Lex and Ridley.
Ten minutes into their game it’s very clear neither omega is taking this seriously. Meanwhile, all four alphas are playing as if this were a championship game being broadcast on national television. Omen slips in the sand landing on her butt and bouncing the ball back into the air with her knee, not on purpose, earning a mocking tease from Bea.
