Page 30 of Waiting for Fate
“That’s it. Such a good omega, taking her alpha’s cock into her tight throat. You gonna let me fuck your mouth? Flood your tastebuds with my cum?”
Moans vibrate around his length as I nod as much as I can with him still buried to the hilt inside of my mouth. He carefully grabs my hair, trying to avoid getting caught in my curls, and uses his grip to hold me still. Slow, dragging thrusts intermix with hard pulses. He’s toying with me, not keeping a pace that will bring him to release quickly.
Slick leaks out of my swim bottoms and coats my thighs. Need so strong it makes me twitch pulses in my core. I drag my fingers down, swirling them around my clit to relieve the pressure. What I really need is his knot.
“Love seeing your pouty lips stretched around me. Tears streaming down your cheeks each time you gag.” Ridley pulls all the way out and grabs me by my waist. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, my arms dropping to his shoulders. “As much as I want to fill your mouth, I’d much rather stuff your pretty pussy.”
He carries me into my nest, kicking the door shut behind him. The fairy lights on my ceiling help guide us as he drops me to my feet at the end of the bed. He pulls the strings on my bottoms and tosses them aside before doing the same to my top. When I’m bare before him, he kisses me again, leaning me back until I collapse against the mattress.
We’re immediately buried in pillows and stuffies. I bark out a laugh, helping him push them all aside. Seeing him kneel between my legs, his cock resting against my mound, my legs squeeze to relieve the ache in my clit.
“You’re all mine, sunshine. I can’t wait to worship every inch of your gorgeous body.” His hips shift so he can slide through my slick. It’s erotic the way his cock shines when he’s coated in my essence.
“Fuck me,” I demand, pushing up to my elbows and pressing my mouth to his. He kisses me back with fervor, sucking and nipping at my lips. When I feel his tip press to my entrance, I pull back far enough to glance down. He slides inside of me slowly, inch by glorious inch.
I grip the sheets of my bed as he draws back out, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure radiates through me. Slow and steady is nice, but I want him to rut me into the mattress. “I said fuck me.”
A cocky grin meets my demand. The breath whooshes from my lungs as he slams into me. I have to scramble to put my hands on the wall above the bed to stop myself from crashing into it with the force of his thrusts.
“Yes! More!”
“Fucking Fates-damned perfect,” he groans as he pounds into me. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, lifting my hips to change his angle so he’s constantly grinding against my g-spot. Fucking perfect is right.
Ridley’s abs ripple with each fierce thrust, mesmerizing me. When his pace somehow picks up, the rapid slaps of our skin echoing in the tiny room, I’m lost. A supernova explodes behind my closed eyes as I scream out my release. Colors dance in my vision and my body shakes with the immensity of my orgasm.
“That’s it, sunshine. You’re so fucking pretty when you come around my cock.” One hard thrust and his knot wedges inside of me, expanding and pressing on all the pleasure points inside of me until I’m riding a tidal wave of orgasms. I can feel the heat of his seed spilling inside of me, marking me in the most primal of ways.
He collapses on top of me, one arm holding his full weight off of me. I lick across his lips, tangling my tongue with his as we trade lazy kisses while we ride the last waves of our high.
Ridley flips to his back, keeping me pressed against his chest. Burying my face against him, pouting and fighting back a whine when I can’t find his scent. “I’m sorry, omega,” he coos as he gently runs a palm over my hair. “I’ll be able to stop using the scent blockers soon. Then you’ll never go without smelling like me.”
I nod, biting my lip hard until the pulse of need passes.
We lay there for a while, basking in each other’s presence and waiting for his knot to deflate. His phone chimes from its spot on the floor, but neither of us moves to grab it. It isn’t until Lex knocks on the nest door, shouting to tell Ridley they’re being called into the DAU for a meeting, that we let our little bubble of peace pop.
Worry floods through my veins as he slips from beneath me and throws his shorts back on. He steps out of the room and a small part of me thinks this is it. He got what he wanted. What reason does he have to stay?
When light trickles back in and a warm washcloth presses against my abused flesh, I can’t hide my relieved smile. He hovers over me as he cleans me, lips brushing against mine as he speaks.
“You are mine, Bea Powell. This is only the beginning of our love story.”
Starburgh might as well be a wasteland for how riveted my attention is to my time at home. Lex and Ridley are off working a job for the DAU after the emergency meeting they were pulled into yesterday. It’s barely been an entire day since I saw them last and yet my omega is crawling out of my skin to get back to them.
Tossing my head back against the couch, I stare up at the ceiling and try to force my mind to a place where I’m not ten seconds away from crawling into my nest and never resurfacing. Being an omega really fucking sucks sometimes.
Omen isn’t faring any better than I am. She’s been aimlessly shuffling about the apartment, reorganizing things to distract herself from the absence of Primordial Covenant. The difference between us is she could easily call Pack Graves and ask them to hang out. I don’t have that luxury when my mate is offline for work.
My phone pings in the pocket of the oversized hoodie I pilfered from Ridley’s bag before we parted ways. There are the faintest hints of lime and sweat clinging to the material. Just enough to keep me sane.
The screen lights up when I dig it out. A message from Foster sits on the screen inviting us for a night out at one of the best omega safe clubs in New York. Fairytale lives up to its name not only in decor but also with whimsical cocktails that taste as magical as they look.
Stretching my arms, I head into my bedroom and pick out an outfit for the night. Inside, I may feel like I’m standing in the middle of a hurricane, but on the outside, I plan to look like the goddess Ridley claims me to be.
A lavender bodycon dress hugs my curves, the hem stopping at the top of my thighs. The molded top cups my breasts, elevating them and giving the illusion I’m showing off more skin than I really am. Sleek silver platform heels finish the look. It’s flirty, sexy, and fun. Exactly like me.
After styling my hair into a messy ponytail and adding sleek silver eyeshadow to make my eyes pop, I snap a selfie in the mirror and send it to Ridley. He won’t see it tonight, but when he does, he’ll know exactly what he’s missing.
Omen is lounging on her bed when I burst into her room, announcing our plans for the evening and digging into her closet. She tries to argue, reminding me our bodyguards aren’t available to accompany us. Too bad for her. Shepherd will be with us. We will be perfectly safe for a night out.
