Page 53 of Waiting for Fate
“You are a sight to behold, sunshine,” I murmur as I kick the door closed and crowd her against the island in her kitchen. Her soft skin brushes against me with each rise of her chest, and I can’t wait another second longer. My lips slam to her, all tongue and teeth, bruising her with the molten desire her presence sparks in my soul.
“Alpha,” she whines, her head tilting to the side and baring her throat to me.
Fucking Fates.
The air wheezes from my lungs, and my forehead falls to her shoulder. Her body stiffens at the soft rejection. I brush my lips against the spot she offered me, an unspoken promise and apology.
“We’ve been called out on another assignment.”
Bea’s jaw locks, her eyes pinned on me. The fire in her deep ocean orbs burns me from the inside out, but it’s the slash of pain that reduces me to ashes.
“The DAU and FCDA are spread too thin. They need us on the task force tracking Doctor Harrison.” I straighten, dragging my hands from her hips to cup her cheeks. My eyes bore into hers, begging her to understand this isn’t me brushing her off. “If we lose his trail, he’ll start kidnapping omegas again. Experimenting on them the way he did the ones held captive in New Hampshire.”
A noise of disgust slips from her tight lips. Bea knows too well what the doctor is capable of. Her best friend nearly died at his hands a few days ago.
“They also believe he may target Omen in retaliation for exposing his true work.” My thumb brushes against her lips, pulling them apart and easing the tightness in her jaw. “There is a possibility he could try to get to you instead.”
“They think he will come after me?” She looks skeptical, like the idea of her being used as a pawn to hurt Omen is unbelievable.
“Yeah, sunshine, we do. He won’t, because Lex and I are going to catch him. We’ll make sure he can’t ever threaten you, Omen, or another omega ever again.”
Her eyes flicker between mine, tongue darting out across her lips. “What does this mean for us?”
I let my forehead rest against hers, pressing her harder against the island until our bodies are flush as they can be while we’re standing. “It means it’s going to be a bit longer before I can sink my teeth into this pretty throat. But make no mistake, Omega, you’re mine.”
She shudders, eyelashes fluttering from the growl in my voice. “I’m yours,” she repeats before pressing her lips to mine.
My hands wrap around her thighs, lifting her to perch on the edge of the counter. I need her taste on my tongue and the sound of her screaming my name fresh in my memory before I walk out that door. She goes easily when I press on her sternum and guide her to lie back on the warm granite. The silk pajama shorts she’s wearing are already soaked in her slick, nearly translucent as they cling to her sweet pussy.
Gripping the top, I slide them down her long legs and drop them to the floor, pocketing the lace panties that came with them. A groan reverberates from my chest as I bury my face between her thighs. Absolute perfection. Using my fingers to spread her lower lips open, I try to memorize the way she clenches around air. The gleam of her slick soaking her skin.
“Take a picture.”
My eyes fly up, meeting hers where she is leaning up on her elbows to watch me.
“Take a picture,” she says again. “A whole album if you want. As long as it’s my image in your mind every time you get yourself off while you’re away.”
“No one could ever compare to you, Omega, but I’ll gladly fill my phone with delicious snapshots of your pleasure.” I dig the device from my pocket. She spreads her legs, feet resting on the outer edges of the island giving me an unhindered view of her entrance.
Picture after picture, I capture her. The swell of her breasts, and the look of euphoria on her face when I roll a peaked nipple between my fingers. Stretched limbs, her body contorted to showcase every curve, taunting me with her beauty.
When my patience reaches its end, I drop my phone onto her discarded shorts. My fingers dance up the inside of her thighs until I reach her core. Leaning down, I lick a line from her entrance to her clit, laving over the small bud in sure strokes. She jolts, hands burying in my hair and tugging. Holding me against her.
I push two fingers into her core, thrusting them into her relentlessly. Each of her moans drives my need higher. The urge to drown myself in her slick and coat every inch of my body in her fruity scent is almost unbearable.
“Give it to me, Omega,” I growl. Her back arches off the counter as the sound vibrates against her clit. “Come all over my face. Mark me in your pleasure, and know exactly who you belong to.”
“Alpha,” she whimpers, canting her hips to force my fingers deeper. I press two more in, stretching her wider and curling to press against the area my knot would lock inside of her.
A few thrusts is all it takes to send her careening over the edge of oblivion. My name tears from her throat as her release slides down my wrist. I pull my fingers away, tongue darting into her entrance to catch as much of her as I can. Greedily, I swallow her down. Letting the taste of her soothe the ache of our separation.
She’s panting, collapsed against the island when I lean to press my lips to hers. As much as I would love to fuck her, knot her so deeply she won’t be able to go a single day without feeling the echo of me between her thighs, I know if I don’t leave now I’ll convince myself it would be better to stay.
“I love you, sunshine. So damn much it makes my chest ache.”
Sweet, soft kisses are exchanged. Filled with all the emotions and longing we share.
“I love you too, Ridley.”
