Page 18 of Waiting for Fate
Nebula nods, distracted by something his pack mates are saying.
Ridley’s eyes turn back to me, a smirk tilting his lips up when he finds my eyes already on him. His warm brown hair is messier than usual from being trapped beneath his hat, the strands long enough to invite me to dig my fingers through them as I pull him close and-
“Ready to go?” Lex grunts from across the table. He’s sitting with his massive arms crossed over his chest, a scowl on his handsome face. Steel-gray eyes bore into me with an intensity that sets my soul aflame. Fucking hell, these men are going to ruin every pair of panties in my wardrobe without even trying.
“Yeah, let’s head out.” I keep my voice calm and level despite the need threatening to send me into a frenzy. Maybe a quick utilization of my favorite vibrator will be necessary before I head to the festivals’ after party later tonight.
I feel like a proud parent dropping their kid off on their first date. Okay, Lex did the drop off, but the feeling is the same. Omen is at Pack Graves’ hotel for a game night, and maybe a knot or two. Lucky omega.
Glancing in the long mirror on the back of my nest door, I turn to the side, checking to make sure my outfit isn’t too revealing for a late night hang out with the other festival bands. After parties are surely going to be my favorite part of touring. All the delicious musicians and road crew hanging about. It’s practically a knot buffet begging for this omega to fill her plate.
As long as I don’t sleep with anyone signed to the Soulbound Echo label, I can live life to the fullest and ride as many hot musician knots as my horny omega heart pleases!
Swiping a smudge proof pink lipstick onto my lips, I blow myself a kiss and walk out of my mini nest. Noise in the living area has my eyes rolling. I don’t want the bodyguard duo tagging along and preventing me from enjoying my freedom. I also know I don’t really have a choice. We’re all grownups. They can look the other way while I have some fun.
Stepping through the curtain separating the living and sleeping areas, their eyes immediately snap to me. Heat vivid enough to make my toes curl in my boots sears my body as they scan every inch of me. Slick soaks my scent canceling panties, reminding me of exactly why I need to go out tonight. A horny omega trapped on a bus with two delicious, out of reach alphas is a recipe for disaster.
“Where are you going?” Lex asks, his gray eyes narrowing.
Throwing my hands on my hips, I frown at the overbearing man. He barely says two words to me on a good day, and he eye fucks me every chance he gets, yet he has the audacity to demand answers about my plans? He isn’t my bodyguard and I don’t owe him shit.
“I didn’t realize we had plans, sunshine,” Ridley adds, gesturing to his basketball shorts and cut off tank top. Sweet Fates, I can see his abs through the gap and, fuck, do I want to lick every single one of them.
Shaking myself away from that train of thought, I focus on his warm brown eyes instead. It doesn’t do much to ease the desire pounding through my body, but it’s better than drooling over his athletic physique. “The festival is having an after party for the bands.”
“Ah, you want to go schmooze with the other managers and bands? Network a little?” He throws the towel in his hands back on the counter and goes to step past me into the back. Hopefully to get dressed.
“No, I’m going to find a knot to ride.”
Ridley splutters, freezing a few feet away. His blue-green eyes are wide. Hurt flashes through the orbs before they shift to humor and a touch of anger. A smirk stretches across his lips, his arms crossing over his chest as he stares me down.
It’s Lex who reacts the strongest. A growl rattles from his throat as he leaps to his feet. A single breath, a blink of my eyes, and he’s there. So close I can feel the heat from his body against every exposed inch of my skin. His large palm wraps around my throat, gripping just tight enough for him to control my body. He propels us backward until my back presses against the wall.
“Like fuck you are,” he snarls. The sound of his possessive demand nearly has my eyes rolling back into my skull, but the spark of stubborn defiance I was born with chooses that moment to rear its head.
“Excuse me?!”
Ridley ambles over, leaning one arm against the wall to my right, caging me in further. I’m frustrated I can’t smell them. The stupid scent blockers they’re required to wear for work steal the intensity of their closeness from me. I’ve spent entirely too much time wondering what they smell like. Taste like.
“Oh sunshine, you didn’t think this little ploy would work, did you?”
“You have no right to dictate who I can and cannot fuck.” My hands clench into fists at my sides, partially from the anger coursing through my body, but also to stop myself from pulling them closer. Giving in to the pull between us right now would be catastrophic. I need to put these assholes in their place, not beg them for their cocks.
“If you need to get off, you’ve got an entire box of toys in your nest you can use.” Lex’s body is tense as he grits the words between his clenched teeth. What would happen if he snapped?
“He’s exactly right, Bea. We’re here to keep you safe, and random hook ups with unvetted strangers would be a failure of our jobs.” Ridley’s face portrays stern empathy, but his eyes still burn with desire and anger, betraying precisely how unrelated to their job this decision is.
The reminder I am nothing more than a job to them is enough to douse the lust burning between us. My palms connect with Lex’s chest, forcing him to release his grip on my throat and take a step back. “This is fucking bullshit, and you both know it.” I step around them, heading back toward my nest.
Letting the curtain fall behind my back, I stomp to my nest and throw open the door. Even the comfort of my safe space isn’t enough to calm the racing of my heart. Fuck them! Using my safety as an excuse to knot block me. They’re just fucking jealous.
“Argh!” I pull my hair from its ponytail, letting the curls cascade around my shoulders so I can bury my fingers in the strands and tug. The small bite of pain helps to ground me through the tidal wave of pissed off omega hormones flooding my system.
If they want to play, I’ll make sure the rest of this tour is fucking hell for them. By the time I’m finished, their knots will be so fucking backed up it will take a rut to clear their system.
This omega plays to win, and I have no qualms about playing dirty to ensure my success.
CHAPTER TEN
