Page 26 of Waiting for Fate
“For someone with firsthand experience in the New Hampshire cult, she sure doesn’t seem to give a shit if they find her.” Lex grits out. “That woman needs fucking therapy to deal with the trauma she is still harboring.”
My hackles are immediately up, ready to defend my best friend, but a small part of me admits he is right. Omen is behaving recklessly in a way she never did before. Her fear of discovery has always been prevalent in her mind, stopping her from taking risks. It seems whatever has happened between her and Pack Graves has had a bigger impact than I originally imagined.
“Ridley, a word.”
I sink further into the couch, guilt swirling uncomfortably in my stomach as he drags my bodyguard outside. It isn’t necessarily my fault Ridley didn’t notice Omen slipping outside, yet I can’t help but to blame myself.
RIDLEY
I follow Lex outside, hand running through my hair to prepare for the reaming he’s about to give me. Not that he’s wrong. It is my responsibility to watch both omegas when he is sleeping or taking a moment to himself, and I fucked up by not noticing Omen slip from the bus.
“I understand it’s difficult to watch Omen when Bea is in the room, but you need to get your shit together. Our job, protecting both omegas, comes first. Fate can fucking wait.”
Blowing out a breath, I’m torn between ribbing him for admitting he gets distracted by our girl too and wanting to admit my mistake. I opt for the latter, recognizing he’s too riled up to handle my teasing right now. “I fucked up. It won’t happen again.”
He nods stiffly, his body tense. “We’ll check on Omen later, but if this behavior continues, I will call Donovan and pull her from the tour. I will not have her traipsing into danger because she can’t deal with her trauma.”
Biting my tongue is difficult when I want nothing more than to point out he does the same thing. He accepted a position in the DAU’s security department to continue running from the demons chasing him. As much as I try to hope we get away from every mission unscathed, it can get treacherous.
“Let’s go back inside. Bea is probably worried as hell about Omen,” I offer instead. He tells me he is going to stay outside for a few minutes to get his anger under control. I leave him be and head in to check on my omega.
She’s a ball of guilt and concern where she huddles on the couch, nervously picking at her nails. I gently cup her hands, pulling them apart to stop her from hurting herself further. “She’ll be okay, sunshine.”
Bea collapses against me when I sit down beside her, and I wrap my arms around her. Pressing my face against the top of her head, the salty, tipsy scent of coconut and pineapple helps settle me.
She shifts, bumping her nose against my neck as she searches for my scent. My lips turn down when I remember the scent blockers preventing me from providing her with the same comfort she’s offering me.
Fates-damn this job for stopping me from caring for my omega the way I want to.
Last night after Bea convinced Omen to leave her nest, we discovered she had a mini heat. The overly sweet scent of sunflowers still clings to the back of the bus despite the air system constantly running to disperse it.
We’re headed to the next city early to drop by a laundromat to help Omen air out her nest. Bea seems worried, but not as concerned as I would be if my sisters started having the short breakthrough heats while they were traveling. Her reaction makes me think these may be normal for the other omega. Which is more concerning, honestly.
“Are you sure the two of you can handle her laundry?” Lex asks for the third time this morning. He is going to stay on the bus with Omen, who is still recovering from her mini-heat.
“Yes, Lex,” Bea grumps from beside me. Her hands are on her hips, like a magnet guiding my attention to the inches of skin I can glimpse beneath her crop top. Fuck, do I want her laid out before me, all those glorious curves on display and ready for me to taste them.
“Fine. Call me if you have any issues.”
She waves him off and drags a bag of pillows out to the car we called. Jogging along behind her, sweeping it from her hands and tossing it over my shoulder with the blankets I’d grabbed on my way out. I smirk when she protests, letting her watch me carry them with ease. I’m fully aware how turned on my mate gets when I flex my back muscles.
The drive to the laundromat is short, and it’s empty inside when we arrive. I aim for the back corner, where I can see both entrances and the back exit. Bea helps me load up several washers with Omen’s bedding, pouring in detergent while I drop coins inside to get them running.
Music plays on the radio overhead, a mix of popular songs and classics. Bea dances along to the beat, getting lost in the rhythm. I lean back against one of the folding tables and watch her, white knuckling the edge to hold myself back from wrapping around her. My control is tested when she sways closer, grinding her ass against me in a sensual motion that has me harder than I’ve ever been.
“Bea,” I warn, my voice thick with desire. This little seductress just flutters her lashes at me over her shoulder, baring her throat to me.
Fates fucking dammit, I cannot take one more second of this torture.
She yelps when I grip her around the waist and flip us around, sitting her on the table and stepping between her thighs. The heat of her presses against my aching cock, making me groan. When her hands grab the material of my cut off and tug me closer, I give in.
My lips meet hers in a clash of fiery passion. The wick of a candle ignited, burning brighter and brighter with each swipe of her tongue against mine. I nip the soft skin of her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth, soothing the pain. Her perfume is thick in the air around us, soaking into my skin and drowning me in the tantalizing hit of her pleasure.
When her hips start to rock, I drop one hand to grip her thigh and help her grind against me. The breathiest moan slips through her lips as I devour her, entranced by the way her eyes flutter with each bump of her clit against my tip. Her breaths come faster, her chest heaving and her nails digging into my pecs as she tenses. She’s so close.
“Eyes on me, sunshine. I want to watch you fall apart, grinding on my cock.”
Those mesmerizing dark blue orbs snap open to meet mine, dragging me beneath the crashing waves of her ocean. I’m so fucking in love it hurts to hold myself back from begging her to let me sink my teeth into her. I want to feel her in my soul, to know every emotion flickering through her heart.
