Page 70 of Waiting for Fate
My temporary nest is a mess. Saturated in the scent of slick and sweat. I crawl across the cushions, fixing blankets as I go. When I have them rearranged so I’m not kneeling in a wet spot, I press my chest to the floor and keep my ass in the air.
It feels like an eternity before I sense him behind me. His eyes roaming my skin feel like a physical caress. One that spreads gooseflesh across my limbs.
“Much better, Omega. You look so delectable when you present for me, offering this pussy for your alpha’s enjoyment. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
I shudder, on the verge of tears as my instincts rear their head. “I’ll be good.”
His hands rub tenderly over my ass, soothing the ache from his spanking. Lips and tongue trail up my back, tracing the curve of my spine until he is pressed against me. I can feel the weight of his heavy cock against my thigh and I want it inside of me.
“Please, Alpha.”
Something presses against my temple seconds before a beep fills my ear. A thermometer. “As I thought. Your fever is much lower today, Sabine. We are nearing the end of your heat.”
I nod mindlessly, shifting slightly so his length is rubbing against my pussy. If he doesn’t get inside of me, I will cry. This is torture.
His weight disappears from my back, then I feel his tip sliding along my slit. “I am going to wring enough orgasms from you to kick the remaining embers of your heat.” He presses into me slowly, letting me feel the stretch. As his knot bumps against my entrance, he pulls back until only his tip remains inside of me. “Hold tight, Omega. I’m going to ruin you.”
Each thrust is harder and faster than the last until he’s rutting against me. A scream tears from my sore throat as an orgasm barrels down my spine, stealing my breath and leaving me dizzy. One turns to two, two to three, until I’m an overstimulated mess of slick.
Shiloh pulls out suddenly and I want to cry, but he flips me to my back and presses back inside. Knot and all. Euphoria spreads through my body. Every nerve ending alight with electric desire.
I keen when we shift to our sides, my leg tossed over his hip to accommodate his knot. Moving sets off another series of mini orgasms that leave me breathless.
My instincts demand he bite us. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I bite down on my cheek until I can taste the coppery tang of blood. I am far too delirious to be begging my boss to claim me, and we both know he wouldn’t do it even if I did ask. Better to spare myself the humiliation now.
After we’ve slept off the post-heat exhaustion and eaten our weight in pizza, I will bring up the connection between us. Whatever jealousy issues he believes he has, we can work through them as a pack.
Placing the last blanket on the bed in Shiloh’s guest room, I take a moment to enjoy the pleasant ache in my body. When I was still a student at the Omega Academy, I never would have imagined enjoying the way my body feels after a heat. Suffering through a medicated heat alone is miserable.
A heat with Shiloh? This is a memory to last a lifetime.
My nose twitches at the lack of our scents in the room. A cleaning company had arrived early this morning to gather all the blankets, pillows, and sheets used in the temporary nest Shiloh built in his closet. They returned an hour ago. Freshly washed and smelling of scent-neutral laundry detergent.
The timer on the oven beeps, letting me know dinner is almost done. I grab the now empty laundry basket and carry it downstairs. Under the steps is a small storage closet, where another basket is neatly stacked in the corner. Dropping mine on top, I follow the scents of chicken pot pie. Post heat hunger rivals newly presented alphas. Burning so many calories so quickly leaves omegas in a calorie deficit that our bodies demand be reset as soon as we are fully coherent.
“Would you like to eat on the balcony?” Shiloh asks, pushing a steaming bowl my way. A bottle of wine sits open on the counter, two glasses already full and waiting.
“That sounds lovely. Thank you.” I grab my bowl and glass, following as he leads me to the wall of windows. I’m awestruck as he pushes one open to reveal a small balcony with a metal garden dining set and a sun lounger.
A gentle breeze cuts through the oppressive September heat, allowing us to enjoy the fresh air without sweating through our t-shirts. We eat in silence, comfortable enough with each other now to enjoy the moment.
I study Shiloh after I finish. He’s dressed casually in a faded Shattered Horizons shirt and black joggers. It’s still odd seeing him out of his usual suits and dress clothes.
His dark hair is messy from his shower, sticking up all over his head. The wet strands highlight the silver starting to grow at his temples. Imagining him a few years from now, when it has all turned silver, has me pressing my thighs together. My handsome mate will be the definition of a Silver Fox.
“Sabine.”
I blush knowing he has caught me staring, but I don’t apologize. Why hide my interest after everything that has happened between us?
“Yes?”
“Seeing as you’ll be staying here for an undetermined amount of time, I took the liberty of ordering you a floor cushion to place in the bottom of the guest room closet.”
“Thank you for taking my comfort into consideration,” I say with a tight smile. Moving back into the guest room and away from him isnotwhat I want, but I know I have to take baby steps with my skittish mate.
He nods, returning to a silence that is now awkward.
“Shiloh… About our Fated connection,” I start, rubbing my palms on my legs below the hem of my shorts. Bringing this up makes me nervous. After he’d told me he could never share me with my other mates, it feels a little hopeless to ask him to try for me. But I can’t sit here with his scent still clinging to my skin and pretend he doesn’t mean something to me.
