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Tell me that you feel it
Do you feel it too?
Callisto tilts his neck slightly. An act of submission before a crowd of thousands. My breaths come fast. Slick soaks my thighs. It shouldn’t be possible to orgasm from the sound of someone’s voice… but I might.
I’ve caught your scent
Tasted honey on your tongue
There’s no escaping me now
Nexus’ face doesn’t move. To the crowd, he’s still gazing down at his beta, showing his mate the devotion that is a core element of their entire band. But he isn’t looking at Callisto at all. Those brown eyes are trained on me from beneath his mask.
I am yours
and
You.
Are.
Mine.
He growls out the words with a possessiveness that leaves me swaying on my feet. Grant Montgomery himself could be walking across the stage and I would never know. I’m trapped in his penetrating stare. The promise written there as tempting as it is terrifying. This entire show–their new song–it’s a message of intent.
Primordial Covenant wants to claim me.
I shake myself out of the trance I’ve fallen into when Nexus presses a kiss to the top of Cal’s head before addressing the crowd. I don’t hear their reaction. I don’t think I catch a single word he says throughout the rest of their performance. My mind is stalled on the idea these men, even without knowing I’m their Fated mate, want me to be theirs.
Not that learning the true depth of their feelings changes anything. I have to tell them my truth. Reveal the person I was born as and the family I hold a blood connection to.
Tonight, I have to shatter their hearts.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
NOW PLAYING: VORE- Sleep Token
My chest aches as I exit the backstage area and skirt around the raving fans still waiting by the front. I know I won’t be able to avoid the guys for much longer. Soon, their instincts will make them snap and they’ll drag me somewhere quiet so we can talk. I just need another minute more. Time to gather my thoughts and steel myself for the pain I know is coming.
Screams and shouts fill the air as the guys exit the stage area behind me. The barrier separating the crowd from the performers groans as it takes the weight of their excited fans. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the band. A clue as to who they are beneath the masks. Their shouts drown each other out in their intensity, blending into a medley of their version of devotion.
‘We love you!’
‘Take off your masks!’
‘Sign my shirt!’
‘Marry me!’
‘I wanna ride your knots!’
I barely manage to swallow back a growl as that one carries over the crowd, earning disgusted looks from both security and the other fans. Everyone who follows the band knows they don’t do casual hookups. They’ve been waiting for their perfect match. Their Fated omega. Me.
Sadness is a black hole devouring everything good in my life. Despite the ever-growing connection between us, the burning chemistry, and the promise of an incredible future, we can’t be together. A thought that sends waves of pain crashing through my body. I stumble over my own feet when they hit.
No matter how painful it gets, or how desperate I become, I will respect their decision to reject me. I’ll find a way to survive without them so they don’t carry the weight of my death on their shoulders.
Because that’s what a good mate is supposed to do: protect the ones they love. Even from themselves.
