Page 66 of This Fate That Guides Us
Mom startles, nearly falling on her butt. My sister laughs, the sound echoing around the building. She’s grinning from ear to ear, a proud look in her eyes. I can’t help but smile and laugh along with her. Sure, we’ll both get an earful for this stunt later, but right now her joy is contagious enough it doesn’t seem to matter.
Omen giggles, her head resting on my shoulder while she listens to me share all of my happiest memories of my sister, and a few sad ones too.
We sit in the sand for a long time. Wrapped around each other and talking. When the sadness my grief brought starts to fade into the background once more, I realize how cold it’s gotten. Omen’s back is covered in goosebumps from the chilly ocean air. I rub my palms up and down to warm her up, ready to lead her back to my pack so we can sit by the fire.
“Thank you,” she whispers. Her lips brush the skin of my neck where she’s tucked against me. A shudder shakes down my body at the faint touch and my length starts to harden beneath her.
“For what?” I grunt. I try to shift subtly so she doesn’t feel my semi, but I know I fail when she perfumes for me.
“Telling me about Elizabeth. She was lucky to have a brother like you to take care of her.”
My heart aches hearing the words, but I’m quickly distracted when Omen grinds her hips down against me. I know it’s a natural reaction to the wave of hormones she’s experiencing so I hold myself back.
“We should head back,” I manage to choke out when she shifts against me again. Her lips brush my shoulder now.
“Probably,” she says, making no move to get up. I’m losing the tight grip I have on my instincts. My inner alpha begging me to grip her hips and slide her along my length until she’s screaming my name for the world to hear.
“Omen, if you don’t get up, things between us are going to escalate quickly,” I warn her. I can feel her smile against my skin when she grinds down much more intentionally than before. Bratty little omega. My hands grasp her waist and pull her harder against me. She gasps, her head falling back as I rock my length against her clit. “You sure you want this, Omega? Because if we don’t walk away now everything will change. You’ll be ours if I get a taste of your pleasure.”
Omen stills. Her icy blue eyes find mine, searching for the truth I know she will see there. When her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she nods, I let my restraint go.
One hand tangles in her messy hair gripping the long strands and angling her head so I can devour her lips. She’s soft and luscious, pliant. I dip my tongue into her mouth, moaning at the hint of her sunshine scent. My tongue piercing clacks against her teeth with the nearly violent way I’m exploring her. A whimper slips from her mouth to mine as she grinds against me fully now. I can smell her perfume in the air and feel her slick leaking fromher swimsuit bottoms onto my shorts. It would take nothing at all to slide them both down and slip inside her.
She rips her mouth from mine, panting heavily. Her pupils are blown, her arousal obvious. “Alpha,” she cries when I move her against me faster. The piercing in my tip catches against her with each pass of her hips. “Is that–”
Her question fades to a moan when I lean down and suck her peaked nipple into my mouth through her swimsuit. I huff my disapproval when my mouth fills with the taste of ocean water and push the material down exposing her skin. Leaning back, I take in the sight of her. All lightly tanned skin with dark tattoos. Ample breasts I want to sink my teeth into. My cock throbs with the need to feel her heat wrapped around me.
I focus on helping her reach her own peak, staving off my orgasm for as long as I can. My tongue traces along the wings of the butterfly tattooed across her sternum, down the row of flowers spread beneath her breasts before traveling up to flick across her nipple.
Omen shudders in my arms when I nip at her, keening as her pleasure spirals tighter. Her thighs tense around me telling me she’s close to coming.
“Not yet,” I growl. “Your pleasure is mine, little omega. You’ll come when I tell you.” She whines in protest but listens. “That’s it, Omega, push yourself higher.”
I’m practically rutting against her now, my knot swelling at the base of my cock. She bumps against it with each of my hurried thrusts, drawing pleasured groans from my lips. My balls draw up, my orgasm hanging on the edge of the cliff to euphoria.
“Now, Omega, come for me. Soak my cock in your slick. Let the whole world hear how well you come for your Alpha.” She detonates, a soft scream rips from her throat, and slick pours from her core. My shorts are drenched in her essence, the wetfeeling of it setting me off. My cock jerks against her, my release filling the inside of my trunks.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur as we both come down from our shared bliss.
When I’ve caught my breath, I pull her to her feet, making sure she’s steady on her shaking legs before I guide her into the water to rinse our releases from our skin. As much as I would love to walk back to the fire soaked in her slick, I don’t know how my instincts would react knowing someone outside of our pack could smell her desire.
As clean as we can be, I wrap my arm around her shoulder to lend her my warmth. My lips press a soft kiss to the top of her head reminding her of my promise. Omen is ours now. We may not have bonded her yet, but she now knows we intend to. One day very soon she will proudly wear the bond marks of my pack.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
NOW PLAYING: SWAY- So Below
When Nebula and I returned to the fire last night, Lex and Ridley immediately whisked Bea and me back to our bus to start the drive back to Starburgh. Apparently, the DAU had reached out to ask them for assistance with something today so we couldn’t stay at the beach any longer. They’ll be gone for at least the next three days but will hopefully return in time for the guys’ next show in DC.
Until then, we are apartment bound. Something I can’t complain about. We’d barely gotten to enjoy our new shared home before the tour started. While I love my mini-nest on the bus, it isn’t the same as my actual nest here. A bit of the restless tension I wasn’t aware I was holding faded after I slept in my safe space this morning.
Lying in the pile of soft blankets and pillows, I watch my fairy lights dance along the ceiling, blown gently by the small fan in the corner. Guilt pounds painfully with each beat of my heart, leaving me unable to focus long enough to accomplish anything else. I let things go too far with both Nexus and Nebula. I don’t regret either moment of intimacy, not really. I just feel bad for lying by hiding our Fated connection. And for the secrets I’m keeping about my birth identity.
I should have taken time at the beach yesterday to talk to Lex. Then I could have told Pack Graves everything before our physical connection intensified. I let myself get so wrapped up in enjoying a day of fun I lost sight of what should have been more important: telling them the truth.
“Okay, settle down,” I tell myself when I start to spiral. “You only have today and tomorrow off, then we head back out for their next show. You can talk to Lex and tell them after the show in DC. Or Philadelphia the day after if you don’t see Lex before then.”
A knock at my door startles me from my sinking thoughts. Pulling it open I see Bea on the other side with a concerned look on her face. “Okay! I’m calling for a night out! You are losing your mind being away from those hunks you’ve found yourself twisted up over, so we’re going to distract you for the night by hitting the club!”
