Page 72 of This Fate That Guides Us
My hands shake when I reach out to grab my favorite vibrator. It has an inflatable knot–a must-have for solo heats–but my favorite feature is the music activation. I can sync it with the paired wireless earphones and let the bass take me to oblivion.
A whine fills the space when I collapse onto my back. The room doesn’t smell right. It’s missing the scents of my pack. My instincts try to force me to crawl to my phone and call Pack Graves, begging them to fix it, but I bite back the need with a gut-wrenching scream.
They may have been Fated to be mine, but they’ll never accept me now. Not once they learn the truth behind my identity.
Slick flows like a river from my core to soak my thighs and blankets. I slide the galaxy-patterned toy along my slit to get it nice and wet before slowly working it inside. I force myself to take it slow. Inch by inch until the deflated knot is bumping against my opening. I pause and ride out another wave of pain before turning on my music.
Even though I will hate myself for it tomorrow, I press play and let Primordial Covenant’s first album fill my ears. The vibrator pulses in tune with Nebula’s bass. I let my eyes flutter closed and give in to pleasure-induced fantasies.
“Filthy little omega,” Nebula growls behind me. His voice is muffled behind his mask, but I’d recognize him anywhere. The smoked vanilla and tobacco of his scent wraps around me, making me wetter. “Dripping your desire for us all over the stage for our fans to see.”
Only when he says it do I hear the crowd. I can’t see them with the bright lights of the stage blinding me. “You like being watched, Omega? Want your pack to take you right here where the world can see who owns you?”
A moan draws from my lungs, carrying over the crowd as if I’d made the sound directly into a microphone. Heat crawls up my chest and neck, embarrassment turning my skin a flushed shade of red. Yet my pussy weeps with want and my perfume bursts free in heavy swells.
“Mmmmm,” Titan growls from where he’s seated before his drum kit. The twin snakes of his mask sparkling like diamonds, making his dark eyes appear almost demonic. His long legs are sprawled open. His black harem pants do little to hide his huge, rigid erection. “You smell so damn needy, darlin’.”
“I bet you’d taste as delicious as last time,” Nexus sings when he steps close enough for me to see him. Molten brown eyes roam over my body from beneath his mask setting my overheated skin aflame. Having his eyes on me feels like a physical caress and I can’t stop myself from whimpering.
“You are torturing our girl.” Callisto comes to the rescue as he presses his lithe body against my back. Long fingers dance up my arms and across my collarbone before descending down my bare chest. “Can’t you see she’s aching?”
He nudges my feet apart to allow our alphas a better view of my core. All three let out appreciative groans when Callisto uses two fingers to spread my pussy lips for them. The edge of his mask digs into my shoulder but I don’t ask him to move. I’m fairly certain I will die if he walks away from me right now. “Come on Alphas, aren’t you hungry? Feast upon our Omega’s sweet release and sate her pain.”
Nexus dives forward, a cheeky grin peeking from below his mask. Thick fingers prod at my entrance. Exploring and teasing. Working me into a frenzy until I’m begging for more.
“Such a good Omega, begging her Alphas so prettily.” Nebula’s voice is right by my ear now. The cool feel of his mask contrasts with the heat running rampant in my body. “You gonna open this filthy mouth and take care of Tee? Look at him, he's ready to blow just watching Nex play with your pretty little pussy.”
My eyes pop open so I can look at the largest of my alphas. He’s still sprawled by his kit, but his hand is working inside ofhis pants now. I follow the motion, drool pooling in my mouth as I wonder if he tastes as spicy as his scent.
“Please,” I keen when Nexus finally pushes three fingers inside of my core. His mouth covers my clit and he hums, the sound so reminiscent of the vibrato he’s known for that I’m quickly teetering on the edge.
One more thrust, one flick of his tongue, and I’ll shatter.
Callisto’s thinner fingers tweak and pluck at my nipples. Pinching and pulling in time with Nexus’ thrusts. My pleasure builds at a rapid pace, so close to overflowing. I need more. Their scents. Their cum. Their bites.
The stage lights dim. The noise from the crowd disappears. All four men back away until they’re standing shoulder-to-shoulder before me. My knees are too weak to hold me up, and I collapse to the stage floor with a pained groan.
A sneer stretches across Titan’s face when my eyes meet his. “Did you really think we’d fall for your lies? That we’d accept an omega with a background like yours?” He speaks the words dismissively, making them cut deeper.
“Were you hoping we’d forgive you? Sink our teeth into your undeserving throat and risk the fallout when the press gets wind of your true identity?” Gone is the happy, playful Nexus I’ve fallen in love with. In his place is a vicious, heartbroken man.
“You lied to us, Omen. Hurt your Fated pack by keeping secrets. What kind of omega does that to her mates?” Callisto’s face is hard, his expression disgusted.
My throat is raw from screaming; my eyes red and burning from the endless tears my pain brings. Each word is a blow to my battered heart, but it’s Nebula’s words that break me. “Are you really so arrogant as to believe I’d ever be able to love someone who supported my sister’s killer?”
My eyes open to the ceiling of my nest as I cry out. Pain wracks my body in never-ending waves even as I orgasm over and over again. My very soul hurts from the scars the fantasy-turned-nightmare has left. I try to remind myself it wasn’t real–they don’t know the truth yet–but for once my heart and mind are in agreement.
They might not know now, but one day soon they’ll find out, and that dream? It will become my new reality.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been in my nest. After another brutal mini-heat, I haven’t had the energy to leave. I’m also terrified walking out the door will bring me one step closer to my nightmare coming to life.
Hours, days, I lose track of time as I lay buried beneath my blankets. The room stinks of stale sweat and slick, but I can’t find the energy to care. I’m surviving on water bottles and protein bars when I can stomach the thought of eating long enough to get them down.
I’m drowning. Suffocating in the misery my mind continues to create. Why worry about the future when the dreams I was chasing lie in shattered pieces around me?
Something pounds against the door to my nest. This isn’t the first time. Maybe the fifth. Or the eighth. I don’t know. It all blurs together. It’s locked so they can’t force their way inside. Which I know Bea would do if she could.
“Omen! Open the damn door and talk to me!” she screams. Her fist pounds against the wood. I remain quiet. I know I’m hurting her by hiding away. She is worried about me, but I couldn’t take her hand even if I wanted to.
