Page 69 of Waiting for Fate
“Alpha,” she pants. A flush of color rises from her chest to her cheeks, painting her golden skin in a pink hue that calls to my baser instincts. How pretty would she look with her ass painted the same shade?
Taking both ankles in one hand, I bend her legs toward her chest, folding her in half. “This pussy is mine, Omega,” I tell her as I push inside of her in one rough thrust. Her back bows off the cushions, tits bouncing as I begin to pound into her. “Mine to fuck.” Thrust. “Mine to breed.” Thrust. “Mine.”
Instinct takes control, setting a punishing pace as I fuck into her. When she clenches around me, coming with a scream that echoes through the closet, I fuck her harder. Outside of this room I can deny the connection between us all I want, but here, with her pussy sucking my cock deeper into her body and begging for my knot, we are inevitable.
Sabine Powell is mine. My omega mate. No one but me will ever touch her again.
Leaning over until her knees are pressed to her chest, I press a filthy kiss to her mouth. It’s all tongue and spit and moaned pleas. Trailing my lips down her neck, I suck the skin into my mouth, leaving a row of marks behind.
My teeth ache to break her flesh and bind her to me, but I’m still coherent enough to hold back. She will be coherent and willing when I claim her.
Straightening, I tighten my grip on her legs and hip, forcing her to take the full power of my rut. Pleasure has my balls drawing up, and electricity burns down my spine as I slam my knot inside of her, locking us together.
“Shiloh!”
A smirk stretches across my lips as my name rips from her lungs. My cock kicks inside of her, flooding her warm pussy with my cum until it leaks out around my knot.
“That’s it, Omega. You were built to take me. My cock, my knot, and my cum. You make such a pretty toy for your alpha to play with.”
Aftershocks shake her body as she comes down from her orgasm. I lower her legs until they’re draped around my hips and flip to my back with her sprawled on my chest. Sleep is already calling both of us, weighing our eyelids. The softest, most precious purr vibrates from her chest to mine, bringing a contentedness to my soul I never imagined I would experience.
As inconvenient as this early heat has been, I am grateful for the chance to experience Bea like this. Fate knows this tentative peace we’ve built will come crashing down around us when it’s over.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
“YOU NEED TOeat,” Shiloh growls, gripping my hips hard enough to hurt. I can’t help it if I’m squirming with his cock buried inside of me. The need for a release is an instinctual drive I literally cannot ignore when I am in heat.
And he feels way too damn good stretching against all the most intimate parts of me. How am I supposed to focus on food when his knot is right there, begging to squeeze inside of me?
“Alpha,” I protest, but he lifts the fork to my mouth, offering me another bite of the protein packed pasta his chef left for us. When my attempt at pouting doesn’t work, I open my mouth and grudgingly accept the bite.
Sure, the cheese covered noodles explode with flavor, filling my gurgling stomach with warmth, but I could be enjoying the slightly salty taste of his cum instead.
“It seems you’ve decided to be a brat today, Omega. I do hope you are ready for the consequences your misbehavior will bring.” His words are spoken firmly against my ear and punctuated by another squeeze of my hips.
If I get a little wetter at the thought of him punishing me, that’s the heat talking.
Only when both our bowls are empty does he loosen his grip on my body. I shift my hips, trying to grind down on his knot, but I am stopped when his palm presses my chest against the cold counter top. I whimper in protest when his cock slips from my center, leaving me empty.
“Brats are not in control,” he growls, kicking his stool backward so he is standing behind me. “Brats get to take what is given to them.” The first swat of his hand lands on my ass, stinging with the intensity. Several hits follow in rapid succession, turning the sting into a burn. “When I tell you to sit still and eat, you will listen.”
Shiloh switches to the other cheek, landing five quick slaps against my skin. His fingers dig into the tender skin as he grips my hips and slams back inside of me. My cries echo through the open kitchen as he fucks me against the counter, ignoring the way the marble digs into my hips.
“Knot, please!” I beg, tears soaking my cheeks as I teeter on the edge of oblivion.
He stills, warm cum spilling inside of me and leaking out on the floor when he pulls away.
“No,” I sob, trying to grab his arm and pull him back.
“On your knees, Omega. Clean up the mess you’ve made of me.”
I’m tempted to reach down and get myself off, but I know that will only delay him giving me his knot. Slipping to the floor, my legs shake as I drop to mouth at his still hard cock. The mix of our flavors on his skin has my eyes rolling back into my skull. I eagerly lap up his release, circling his head with my tongue and pressing against the slit in his tip.
His hand grips my hair, tangling in the messy curls, and he pulls me back. I’m forced to stare up at him, delirious with the need to be knotted. “You will drink a full bottle of water and return to the nest. If you want my knot, you will have this bubbly ass in the air, presenting for me when I rejoin you. Do you understand, Omega?”
“Yes, sir,” I bite out. He raises a brow at my petulant tone, but doesn’t comment. I accept the water he offers me, guzzling it greedily. Heats really are no joke. We’re both exhausted and due for a twelve hour nap as soon as it breaks.
I leave him in the kitchen, trying not to drool over the sight of his magnificent ass as he rinses our dishes and puts them in the dishwasher.
