Page 81 of This Fate That Guides Us
Bea is right. We don’t know what Omen went through before she was able to get away. Why she’s still so terrified of what would happen if her family found her with us. I can’t leave her to suffer through a horrendous solo heat any longer than she already has. She’s my omega and she needs me. I may not know what I’m doing, but whatever it takes I won’t let her down.
Walking into the car park where we keep our vehicles, I slide into my Audi. I try for the third time to call Bea. She isn’t answering my texts and my calls are now going to voicemail. I guess it’s understandable since, in her eyes, my pack rejected her best friend. Not fully since none of us spoke the words to Omen, but abandoning her to a Fate driven heat is basically the same.
Luckily, I have Lex’s number from when I arranged our bookstore date. He answers almost immediately, sending me an address for the hotel my girl is still at in Boston. Swearing, I quickly pull out of the lot and hit the highway. I can’t afford to wait for a plane so I guess I’ll be driving instead. Maybe I can cut these four hours into three and a half if traffic isn’t too heavy.
My hands shake on the steering wheel. Sneaking behind my mates’ backs leaves me gutted, but what choice do I have? My girl needs me, and for once in her life it’s time someone put her first. At least long enough to get through this heat.
Imposter syndrome strikes hard each time I think about what I’m going to be walking into. I’ve never experienced an omega’s heat. Never had to lead someone in the bedroom. I’m not fully submissive, I just prefer to not have to think. Something my mates enjoy taking care of for me. Will Omen take control once I enter her nest? Or will I have to discover some new side of myself to meet her needs? Am I even alpha enough to help her through this alone? Doubt swirls relentlessly through my mind for the duration of the trip.
Paying the hotel's valet to take my car, I send Lex a text to let him know I’ve arrived and head inside to wait for him. He doesn’t take long, waving me to the elevators as soon as he sees me. We take the private elevators used for heat wings. One that requires a coded keycard to work.
“Is she-– I trail off, unsure of what to even ask. Bea made it sound as if Omen’s been alone for the past week so I doubt her bodyguard knows what I should expect. “I’ve never done this before,” I admit instead. Lex gives me an assessing look as the elevator slows to a stop on the right floor.
“You are her mate. Just follow your instincts.” I nod in response to his on-par, but unhelpful advice. My hands tug at my shirt, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my sweatpants and borrowed shirt. Perhaps I should have–
The door to the suite opens and my thoughts stall as I’m hit with the full force of my omega’s scent. A full-body shudder rushes down my spine and my cock instantly stands at attention. I don’t hear or see Lex beside me, my eyes are locked on the nest door.
Almost as if I’ve been hypnotized, my feet carry me across the room. My knuckles knock against the wood. “Gorgeous, it’s me. Nexus.” There’s a pause before the door clicks open. I can hear her inside, the most devastating sobs escape the room. The sound tears my heart in two.
“May I please enter your nest, Omega?” When she nods, I kick my shoes off and crawl inside, making sure the door closes behind me. My girl is laid out in a pile of blankets. All of her incredible body on display for me. My eyes trace from her toes up her thick thighs and hips to her soft stomach and further still. My cock throbs inside of my sweats, begging to be released so he can find his home in Omen’s pussy.
Pushing my pants down, I stutter when I finally look up to see my girl’s face. Her lips are chapped and raw. Her sea-greeneyes red and swollen from crying. She’s barely hanging on. It’s a kick to the gut realizing how close we are to losing her to this heat.
Anger at my other mates pulses sharply through me with guilt following quickly. They each have their own reasons for not being here. I won’t fault them for doing what they think is best. I’m here and I’m not going to leave my girl to this misery a moment more.
I spy an open case of water sitting on the floor and snatch one on my way. My entire being focuses on my girl’s needs. The rest is background noise.
Omen grabs my discarded clothes and presses them to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her body shakes and her shoulders collapse in relief. She carefully arranges the items in her nest. When she turns back, I can see a bit more clarity behind her eyes. Like my presence alone is enough to start to pull her out of the heat fog.
I’m careful not to touch her as I crawl over her body. Hovering above her so we’re eye to eye. “Hello Sweet Girl. Do I have your permission to touch you? To help you through this heat?” She nods, croaking out her approval. A smile crosses my lips hearing her shaky voice. “Good girl. My pretty, perfect Omega.”
My hands work over her shoulders and down her arms before I grip her hands and help her sit up. She complains, but I raise an eyebrow and press the bottle of water into her hands. “Drink.”
While she slowly sips the water, I let my hands continue their exploration of her body. Taking advantage of this lull in her heat to work some of the tension from her overworked muscles. Omen groans happily when I work out a particularly nasty knot from her shoulders. The sound shoots straight to my balls. I haveto recite the alphabet several times to keep from blowing my load before I’ve done more than give her a massage.
When she finishes the first bottle, I hand her another. She only makes it halfway through this one before her need starts to rise again. “What do you need from me, sweet girl?” I question, unsure of where to take things next. Do I just fuck her? Foreplay? Is there a heat etiquette I’m unaware of?
“Your knot,” she rasps. She falls to her back, her seductive curves luring me in. I think Cal called her his siren once and the pet name seems very fitting as my own mind starts to grow foggy.
I’ve never knotted an omega before, but I have been on the receiving end of a knot so I know it takes a lot of stretching to make it fit. I drag my palms down her sides, following the curve of her breasts to her waist and down to her hips. I spread her thighs giving myself the first glimpse of her pretty pink pussy. It’s red from days of abuse but still leaking slick for me.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Omega. Those stunning green eyes. These magnificent tits. This pussy that was made for me to worship.”
I need to taste her. Dipping my head down, I slide my tongue down her center, licking up every drop of her slightly floral honey I can find. She’s the greatest delicacy this world has ever offered me. Her slick a drug I’d love to grow addicted to. The small taste I’d had after our bookstore date wasn’t nearly enough. Getting the full flavor profile here, while she’s deep in a heat, I realize what I’ve known on some level all along: this omega is meant to be ours.
“Alpha, knot,” she begs.
I look up and meet her blown green eyes. My fingers press into her core, three at once to start stretching her. I saw a few of the toys she’s been using buried in the blankets and they aren’t nearly as girthy as the real thing. “You want my knot, Omega?You’ve gotta earn it. Let me devour this sweet cunt, give you at least three orgasms. Only then will I give you my knot.”
Omen relaxes as much as she can with my fingers pumping slowly in and out of her, so I reward her with my mouth suctioning over her clit. Her back bows off the bed, a soft drawn-out moan leaving her. I lose myself in her taste. The sounds of her pleasure the soundtrack to my new paradise.
“Yes, please, more,” she cries as her body starts to shake. She falls over the precipice, flooding my hand with her release. I don’t relent, pushing her from one orgasm to the next. I get four out of her before my throbbing cock demands attention.
“How did I get so fucking lucky, gorgeous, to have a mate whose pussy tastes candy sweet?” Pink tinges her cheeks when I push to my knees between her thighs. A puddle of pre-cum pools on the blanket where I was lying. Sliding my fingers through the sticky liquid I bring it to her lips and paint them with my scent. Her tongue peeks out to glide across the skin, tasting me with an intensity that sets my soul aflame.
Shuffling forward, I let my dick slap against her clit before I coat myself in her slick. Omen lifts to one arm with a shocked gasp, her eyes wide as she watches me. “You have a piercing too?”
I chuckle at the question, imagining she felt Nebula’s prince albert piercing when they were dry-humping on the beach. “Oh gorgeous, I don’t have just one.” I grip myself in my fist raising my length toward my stomach to show off the row of glinting metal balls running along the underside. “I’ll let you explore them later. With your tongue. Right now I’m going to sink into this tight little cunt and ravage the hell out of you.”
