Page 8 of Waiting for Fate
Bea Powell is different.
And that fucking terrifies me.
Perhaps my imagination is conjuring this pull to torment me. It wouldn’t be the first ghost I created to haunt me. Letting my eyes slip shut, I feel the jagged edges of the shattered bond in my chest. The wound is still tender six years later. If I focus hard enough, I can see the echo of what it used to be. A ray of sunshine lighting up the darkest parts of my soul.
Bea stirs on my chest, a whimper slipping through her lips as she grinds against me. It’s for the best I get distracted. Thinking of the past is a dangerous path to walk.
Sliding my palms down her back, I grip her hips and help her work her hips. She hasn’t fully woken yet, but it won’t be long until those stunning blue eyes are peering up at me, all hazy from the heat fog. The first knot was necessary to curb the initial wave of heat cramps. I can take my time with her now, drag out the pleasure into bigger, explosive orgasms to ease the heat longer.
When she blinks her eyes open, I flip her to her back and crawl down the mattress. Golden skin tempts me, shining with a light layer of sweat. My lips press against her collarbone, tongue darting out to get a small taste of the coconut scent clinging to her. I trail them across her chest and down between her breasts, fingers pinching and teasing her peaked nipples before I lave my tongue over them. Her back arches when I nip at her skin with my teeth, her slick core sliding against my thigh where it has settled against her.
“Alpha!” Bea’s whine has my cock jerking, pre-cum leaking from my tip and smearing against her stomach. If she said my name right now, I’d go fucking feral.
“Shush, Omega. Relax and let me work,” I scold her lightly, moving my kisses down across her stomach to the apex of her thighs. So close to her pussy, her scent nearly bowls me over. A hint of sugary sweetness tinges her pineapple-coconut scent, like a mixed drink enjoyed on a sunny tropical island.
She’s intoxicating.
The first swipe of my tongue has her thighs clamping around my head. I chuckle against her skin as I wrap one arm around her waist to hold her in place. My shoulders wedge her legs apart, opening her up to me again. I savor every lick, every drop of slick that leaks from her hole. Her hands tangle in my messy hair, twisting the strands and tugging, trying to pull my attention up to her clit.
“So demanding,” I mumble as I give in, sucking the rigid nub between my lips. Her body twitches, moans falling from her lips as I tease her. Two fingers slide into her entrance with ease, curling to press against the spot where my knot will swell inside of her. It’s like a live-wire straight to every pleasure receptor in her body.
When her walls flutter around me, I pull back to kneel between her legs. An indignant huff escapes her lips, a frown turning them down. “Don’t stop!”
“You want my cock, Omega?” I ask, stroking my hand down my length to draw her attention to it. Her pretty tongue darts across her lips. I’d love to have my dick down her throat again, but we can save that for later. “Present for me and I’ll feed your hungry little pussy.”
She scrambles to comply, flipping to her hands and knees before sinking her chest against the mattress. I have to bite my fist to keep from groaning. She’s gorgeous. Bubbly ass, thick thighs, and the pinkest pussy all wet with her slick. A fucking wet dream brought to reality to tempt me.
I grip her hips, spreading her open so I can watch as she takes every inch of my tattooed length. Her walls choke me, trying to drag me in faster and testing my self-control, but I keep a slow, steady pace. Building her up with firm, deep strokes. She’s mindless with pleasure, pleas falling from her lips and hands scrambling in the sheets to anchor herself. Tilting my hips, I focus my thrusts so my tip glides against her pleasure spot with each pass.
It’s heavenly torture to pull out when her walls clamp down around me. She cries out at the loss, frustrated I have denied her yet another orgasm. I just laugh and grab her hips, flipping her onto her back. My body settles against her, my forearms pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. I push my lips to hers, sighing when she parts them for me, her tongue darting out to tangle with mine as I line myself back up with her core and press inside.
“Is that better, Omega? Is your pussy nice and full and ready for my cum?” She nods, her head bumping against mine. Her lips chase mine as I lean up to move her legs to wrap around my waist, changing the angle and allowing me to pound into her deeper.
I don’t hold back this time. She’s burning up, ready to be sated. Her magnificent tits jiggle with each harsh thrust as I rut into her. If I could capture this moment in my memory, I’d replay it every night as I jerked myself off.
“Knot, Alpha.” Her hands claw down my arms, leaving scratch marks I’ll cherish when her heat is over and she’s gone from my life once more.
My teeth ache as I slam into her, my knot pressing past her entrance and popping inside. When she begs for my bite, I nearly lose it.
What the fuck is wrong with me? This is getting dangerous.
As my cock kicks inside of her, flooding her pussy with my cum, she detonates. Back arching, pushing her tits against my chest as she screams out her pleasure. When her walls stop strangling my dick, I grind against her to extend her pleasure, enjoying the way her limbs shake with the aftershocks.
Clear blue eyes meet mine several moments later, pink tinging her cheeks as she gives me a shy smile. I grin back at her as I wrap my arms around her back and carefully pull us up. She’s still locked to my knot, settled on my lap and soaked in slick and sweat.
“Miss Powell, drink.” The beta helper hired for her heat breaks the moment by pushing a smoothie into her hand. He’s rash, but Bea doesn’t seem to mind. She gives him a soft ‘thank you’ before she drinks.
I’m entirely too focused on the way her throat works with each swallow, so the press of cold against my hand startles me. I accept the bottle of water and quickly down it before asking for another. Heats are hard work when there is only one alpha to help, even suppressed heats like the one Bea is experiencing. If this was an unmedicated heat, we would never manage alone. The exhaustion both our bodies would experience after four or five days of straight sex with brief breaks between rounds… No, thank you.
“How are you feeling, Miss Powell? Coherent enough for a shower, or would you prefer me to ask again during the next moment of lucidity?”
Bea takes a moment to check in with herself, hands lightly skimming her legs and back like she’s testing how sticky her skin has gotten. When she shakes her head to deny the need for a shower, my body hums with joy. I like her smelling like me. Our combined scent soaked into her skin is quickly becoming one of my favorite things.
Which is a damned problem because this omega isn’t mine. I’m just a temporary solution to a recurring problem in her life.
She wiggles on my lap, grinding against my slowly deflating knot. My fingers press into her jaw, turning her face to mine. The foggy look is back in her eyes, the beginning of another wave of heat. Derek takes her smoothie and disappears, leaving me to help her bounce on my still hard cock.
Her arms wrap around my neck, holding me close while she takes her pleasure from my tired body. This heat is only beginning and I already know walking away is going to be one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do.
