Page 7 of Waiting for Fate
Before I carry my bags out to the car, I grab an unopened pack of suppressants and take two. They are low dose to help shorten my heat without stopping it. I will also have longer bouts of clarity to make sure no one is taking advantage of my hormone addled state.
Omen hugs me, promising she’ll let my parents know what happened. She also promises to pick me up from the hotel when my heat ends in a few days. I pout as she pushes me into the car, sad I have to leave our new home so soon. As disappointing as it is, I won’t subject her to having strangers in her safe space to help me with my heat.
I’m sweating and miserable by the time I stumble into the heat suite the hotel assigned me. Since neither of my temporary partners is here yet, I take the time to construct my nest. A soft blanket here, wrapped over the giant pillow there. Step by step, I rearrange everything until it feels right.
It’s missing something I can’t quite place, but nothing in the room fills the empty spot my instincts are declaring is there. When I hear a knock at the room door, I step away and accept this is the best it will get.
My eyes widen when I greet my guest, heat pooling in my stomach at the tall, tattooed alpha standing before me. He’s dressed casually in basketball shorts and a tank top. His peacock blue hair is messy around his head, like he’s just woken from a nap. The color makes his amber eyes pop. A grin stretches across his lips as he takes a moment to scan me from head to toe. Every inch of my body comes alive beneath his gaze.
The tiniest warning bell rings in my head when I feel the small spark of connection between us. Like the horny mess of an omega I am, I ignore that bitch and invite him inside.
The beta helper shows up a few minutes later. He’s reserved, almost clinical as he goes over his role. He won’t fuck me, but he will assist with ensuring I shower and eat.
I wave him off, my eyes still glued to the smirking alpha across the room. The black tank top he’s wearing shows off the intricate, colorful designs of the tattoos running down both his arms and up his neck, disappearing beneath the fabric. How low do they go?
“Miss Powell, please focus,” the beta, Derek, snaps. I know he’s just trying to do his job, to define my limits before we step into the nest, but I officially have knots for brains. The heat fog is descending and if I don’t get that alpha’s dick in me now, I’m going to cry.
Derek sighs and hands the checklist to the alpha, who steps closer. His tattooed knuckles run across my collarbones, teasing the edge of my white crop top as he reads everything over. Once Derek appears satisfied with his acceptance of my boundaries, I’m swept against my alpha’s muscular chest and he carries me into the nest.
I scramble to get the scratchy clothes off my body, preening when he lets out a low groan once I’m bared to him. “Look at you, Omega. Gorgeous and soaking the nest for me. Spread your legs and show me the sweet little pussy I’ll be fucking.” I keep my eyes on him as I do as he asked, letting him look his fill.
Slowly, he pulls his tank top over his head, letting me see the colorful ink stretching below his jeans. A deep v cuts towards the bulge hidden there, and a whine slips through my lips. I need it. Need to taste him on my tongue and feel him buried in my throat.
I’m on my knees, crawling to him as he undoes the button and slowly works the denim down his thighs. Skin tight black boxer briefs cover my prize, already damp with pre-cum. My nails trail through the hair on his legs, traveling up and up until I reach the band of his underwear and quickly remove them.
He bobs in my face. Long and thick and… “Holy fuck,” I moan as I grip his knot and lean in to get a closer look at the ink lining his length. He has a tattooed dick! A massive Kraken spans his left hip and one of the many tentacles drops to wrap around his magnificent cock.
My tongue has a mind of its own as it traces the lines of ink down to his tip. The first swipe of salty, slightly citrusy pre-cum has slick flowing down my thighs in tiny rivers. I need more, so I take it, wrapping my lips around him and sucking him down.
“Such a hungry little omega, aren’t you? Need a belly full of my cum to help ease the heat burning in your veins?” One hand digs into my curls, pulling at the tangled strands as he grips the back of my head and guides himself further into my mouth. I gag a little before swallowing around him, letting his length slip into my throat. When his knot brushes my lips, he pulls back and roughly thrusts back in.
Watching his abs ripple with each pump into my mouth makes me wetter. This view is heavenly. If I wasn’t riding the edge of painful heat cramps, I would sit on my knees all day and let this alpha use my mouth for his pleasure.
He must recognize the look in my glassy eyes because I’ve barely blinked before he’s pulling me off of him. One hand splays between my breasts, slowly guiding me to lie on my back in the middle of my nest. I track his every move as he kneels between my thighs, cock bouncing as he shuffles forward.
A needy moan slips through my lips, my hands reaching down to grab him, but he pushes me away. Smirking as he strokes himself against my soaked pussy lips. “I’ve got you, Omega. Gonna stuff this pretty pussy full and give you all the cum your body craves.” He slips down, tip teasing my entrance for several seconds before pressing inside. The stretch is tortuously slow as he feeds me every inch of him until his knot presses tight against my entrance.
My mouth opens, ready to demand he push the rest of the way inside, but all thought cuts off when he pulls out just as slowly. The quiver of my walls around him is mesmerizing, creating a burning euphoria ignited by the heat in my body. When his hips snap forward, spearing into me hard enough to push me up the bed, my back arches and I come. Slick soaks his knot and thighs, leaking down onto the bed beneath us.
“There’s one,” the alpha grins. He moves my legs up to his shoulder, lifting my hips off the bed far enough to allow him to slip into me even deeper, teasing me with his knot on each thrust. Time fades to nothingness as pleasure consumes me. My world devolves to the colorful swirls of his tattoos, the wanton sound of my moans, and the electric feel of his cock pumping into me.
“Two,” he murmurs to himself, the number barely filtering into my brain as I’m thrown over the edge again.
Weight settles against me, warming my cool skin and settling my haywire instincts. Wet warmth envelops my nipple, a tongue laving over the tipped peak and teeth teasing the flesh to add an edge of pain to my endless pleasure.
When my walls contract again, squeezing his cock as I come again, he buries his face between my breasts and pushes his knot in. The pop of it locking into place is loud in the quiet room, drowned out by my pleasured scream as he throws me into an orgasm to end all orgasms.
I can feel the kicks of his cock as he comes, filling me with his seed and sating my need to be bred. He rolls us to the side, one hand brushing my messy hair away from my face.
Exhaustion weighs me down, forcing my eyes to slip closed. The last thing I see before the first heat nap claims me is his warm amber eyes, so bright they almost glow golden beneath the soft nest lights.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE SWEET OMEGAcurled against my chest has long buried instincts stirring awake. A beast I’ve worked tirelessly to tame blinks its sleepy eyes just to get a look at her.
It’s unnerving.
Taking part in heats through the Mateability app has been the only way to prevent myself from going feral. It’s physically relieving, and sates my protective urges. In all the years I’ve taken part, I have never felt drawn to an omega I helped. I’ve appreciated their beauty and the pieces of their personality I could see during the time they were clear-headed, but there has never been a genuine connection between us.
