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The thunderous look on her face when she returns has me jumping to my feet. “First of, fuck you both for not telling me she was fucking drugged at the festival! Second, I’m pissed as hell! Did you know she shares a Fated connection with Pack Graves?!”
My silence gives me away. Bea whirls on me, her finger digging into my chest as she berates me. “A heat after meeting your Fate matched mates, induced or not, won’t end without them helping. She’s been suffering for a damnweekbecause you two are too busy keeping secrets to think about the consequences they could have!”
“Whoa, sunshine!” Ridley swoops in, pulling her away from me. “Now, I know you’re upset and worried as hell, but this isn’t Lex’s fault. You know it wouldn’t be right for him to share Omen’s secret without her permission.”
“Of course I know that!” she shouts. “NowIhave to be the one to share her secrets! She wants me to go to Pack Graves and lay everything out so they know who she is before they come help her through her heat. This is an unfair responsibility to place on someone else’s shoulders.”
She collapses in on herself, only held up by Ridley’s grip around her waist. Tears stream down her cheeks in heavy rivers. I throw caution to the wind and step close, drawn by her need for comfort. Pressing her between us, both our purrs rattle to life.
“You need to rest,” I rumble softly, urging us onto the nearby bed. After she gets some sleep, she’ll feel better about facing what Omen has asked of her. Right now, it all feels too big.
“Sleep, sunshine. We’ve got you.”
Moments later, she passes out between us. I shift to watch her face, memorizing every micro expression.
“You need to stop holding back,” Ridley whispers. “She’s ours, Lex. All you’re doing is hurting you both.”
“I can’t.”
He sighs and curls tighter around Bea’s back, looking as tired as she does. “You’ll regret it one day, you know. Pushing her away when she’s the one person in this world built to help you.”
There is always the possibility he is right, but I can’t stomach the thought of what Bea’s life will look like if he’s wrong.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MY OMEGA’S FISTSpound against the heavy bag. Her movements uncoordinated and lacking power. The citrusy pineapple of her scent stings with each breath I take, full of her anger.
“Stupid motherfuckers,” she pants, grabbing the bag with both hands when her balance shifts mid swing. “I hope they get venereal diseases from whatever bitch they wind up hooking up with.”
I thought bringing her to Lex and my apartment to work out some of her aggression would help, but if anything, she’s becoming angrier by the minute. Time to try a different tactic.
Stalking over, I catch her arms and let them drop back to her sides. My hands slide around the top of her thighs, taking handfuls of her ass as I lift her into my arms. She throws her hands around my neck, meeting my lips with a ravenous hunger that has my cock jerking against her thigh.
We stumble to my bedroom, bumping against the wall as I fight for control of the kiss. Kicking the door open, I take several steps inside and drop her onto the bed. One handed, I pull my tank top over my head and drop it to the floor. My shorts and boxers follow, leaving me bare before her.
Lazily, I stroke along my cock, swiping across my tip to smear beads of pre-cum down my length. Bea watches me, her tongue darting out to swipe across her lips and her eyes riveted to the movement of my hand. “Is this what you need, Omega? Need your alpha to fuck the anger out of you? Stuff your greedy pussy so full you can’t think straight?”
“Yes,” she moans, those thick thighs rubbing together to ease the ache inside of her. “Get inside of me already,” she demands when I don’t move.
I grab her hands and remove the protective gloves, giving her the freedom to explore my body while I strip the rest of her clothes off. Nails glide across the ridges of my abs, swirling around my belly button before dragging through the small spattering of hair leading down to her prize.
When she’s naked, every inch of her glorious skin on display and begging for my attention, I grab her hips and flip us over. “Take it out on me, sunshine. Fate chose me to handle your pain. I can take your anger, too.”
Bea’s forehead drops to mine as she reaches between us and grips my length tight, pumping me a few times before lining me up with her center. She drops her hips, taking me in one harsh thrust. “Fuck,” she groans, sitting up and tossing her head back. Her hips shift, grinding down in small circles.
I let her set our pace, enjoying the way her full breasts bounce with each rise and fall of her hips as she rides me. Leaning up onto my elbows, I wrap my lips around one peaked nipple, nipping the bud with my teeth before laving it with my tongue to soothe the ache.
“Ridley,” she whimpers, her core fluttering around me. “Need your knot. Your cum. Mark me, so everyone knows I’m yours.”
My teeth ache at the image she’s creating. The thought of my bite on her throat is nearly enough to send me into a rut, but I fight it back. “Fuck, I can’t wait to make you mine.”
I take control, lifting and dropping her down on my cock over and over until she’s clenching down around me, a scream tearing from her lips. Pushing up to meet her, my knot slips through her slick lips and locks inside of her perfect pussy. I jerk my hips, small thrusts to extend both our pleasure as I fill her with my cum.
She collapses on top of me, panting and shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I wiggle us up the bed, grinning when each shift of my body sets off another mini orgasm for my mate. A purr rattles in my chest as we cuddle, soothing any remaining tension in her body.
“I’m scared, Alpha,” she admits softly.
Brushing my hands down the back of her head, I’m careful not to get my fingers caught in her curls. “All we can do is support Omen. Pack Graves has to realize their mistake themselves.”
