Page 9 of Waiting for Fate
We’re getting close to the end of Bea’s heat. Her bouts of lucidity are getting longer, and her need to be knotted isn’t as fierce. Pressing a hand to her temple, I note the decrease in her temperature. One big orgasm should be enough.
Pressing my hand between her shoulder blades, I holding her down and pound into her, entranced by the way her ass bounces with each of my thrusts. I’m close enough I could knot her, but she isn’t ready yet. With my knot pressed against her entrance, I still. My hand digs into her hip hard enough to bruise as I come.
Bea keens as I drag my length back out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. I drop to my knees, watching my cum drip out of her abused core before sliding my tongue up her slit. She jolts, then settles against me, moaning as I fuck her pussy with my tongue. Popping back, I flop to my back and pull her to straddle my face. “Smother me with your slick, Omega. Drown me in your pleasure.”
She’s gorgeous as she presses her full weight against my mouth, unconcerned about my ability to breathe. When she reaches up to cup her tits, pinching her nipples as her hips grind against my face, I nearly come again. Such a pretty fucking sight.
“More,” she demands, grabbing one of my hands and pushing it to her center. I oblige her, pressing three fingers inside of her core to stretch her as she uses my tongue to find her release. She flutters around me, body locking up and head falling back as she comes, shuddering on top of me with the force of her orgasm.
Sliding from beneath her, I flip her to her back and push her knees up to her chest, folding her in half as I thrust my aching cock back inside of her. She’s still experiencing aftershocks as I relentlessly pummel my hips against hers, forcing her into another orgasm before she can fully recover from the first. Her nails dig into my forearm, thighs shaking as I push my knot inside of her. Those stunning sapphire eyes roll up into her skull as she convulses.
I’m fucking gone, barely holding myself upright as I empty myself inside of her for the dozenth time today. My muscles are screaming from overuse, my skin sticky with sweat, slick, and cum. As her eyes slip closed, soft snores filling the air, I move her legs to settle outside of my own and roll to my back so she’s lying on top of me.
Derek shuffles in, a thermometer in hand. When he presses it to her forehead and shows me the screen, we both blow out a breath. Her fever is rapidly dropping, marking the end of her heat. She may have another small spike when she rouses, but the worst of her haze is over.
I pinch my eyes closed to hide how sad I feel. I’m not ready to say goodbye to this beauty, but that’s the way our world works. Being a heat helper isn’t about finding a mate, and if I’m honest with myself, I don’t know if I’m ready for that type of commitment again.
Chasing a pull likely caused by her heat is a ludicrous idea.
Walking away is what’s best for both of us.
“Orion, it’s good to see you.” Shiloh Acherley, my former band manager and the man responsible for dragging me from the brink of death, stands to shake my hand. I asked him to meet me for dinner, a small way to thank him and check in now that I’ve moved back to the East Coast.
“Shiloh,” I acknowledge. A server arrives to take our orders, and I quickly scan the menu. I’m starving. Still burned out from helping Bea through her heat for the past two days. I order way too much food, earning a raised brow from my companion, but I just shrug. “How’s life as a label executive? Do you miss managing bands yet?”
“I still deal with all the same nonsense, only from the comfort of my office.” Shiloh used to manage my old band, Shattered Horizons, when we were still performing six years ago. He’d joined the rank of execs a year after I had left the band.
“I don’t think I could handle sitting inside all day. I need concerts to keep me sane.”
He studies me as our drinks arrive, searching for signs I am struggling. When I first met Shiloh, I was young, happy, and in love. My bandmates and I had recently graduated from the Alpha Academy, and I had bonded my high school sweetheart, Serenity. I was on top of the world. Our music career was taking off, the dream I’d had since I was in middle school and bought my first guitar.
One year is all it took for everything to come crashing down around me. A car accident took the life of my bonded mate, leaving me in ruins on stage several hours away.
After we found out what had happened, Shiloh pulled the rest of our shows, giving me a break to decide whether I could continue in the music industry. My life devolved to drugs and alcohol. Any quick fix I could find to ease the pain in my shattered bond. Shiloh found me a year later, passed out and on the verge of overdosing. He’d forced me onto a plane and booked me into a rehab facility out in California. They’d detoxed me and put my ass in therapy to deal with the grief I was drowning in. I was there for two years before they let me out into the world.
I owe this man my life, not that he will ever admit he saved me. He’d much rather remind me I’m a pain in his ass than accept my gratitude.
“I’m good. Exhausted, but that’s for other reasons.”
He quirks an eyebrow as our food arrives, but I just grin and toss a wink his way. I’m certainly not going to tell my old manager about Bea. It’s not like I’ll ever see her again.
“Are you here to visit, or is this trip to the East Coast permanent?” Shiloh asks as we leave. I’m sure the label has already informed him of my transfer back home, but it’s nice he asked.
“I’m ready to be home. It’s time to face everything I left behind.”
“You will return to work at the label.” He demands, tone hard as he stops beside his car. He’s worried I will spiral again, which is always a possibility.
“Yep. Though I’m not singing anymore. I write songs and work in marketing now.” His nose scrunches, making me bust out a loud laugh. Yeah, I never would have expected this career change either, but I enjoy creating ad campaigns for the new bands. “I know it’s out of character. You’ll see, I’m badass at getting ticket sales.”
“I look forward to judging your creations,” he responds, his tone as serious as ever.
“I’m out of the office for the rest of the week, but we should grab lunch next week!” I call over my shoulder as I head to where my ride share is pulling up. He doesn’t respond, but I hear his car door click shut so I know he heard me.
Riding through the busy city streets, I stare up at the bleary sky and try not to let my thoughts drift back to the tantalizing scent of coconut and pineapple. Fate really likes to test my limits, dangling such a dreamy omega in front of me and surrounding me with memories of my time with Ren. Guilt churns in my stomach each time my thoughts drift to Bea.
Somehow it feels like acknowledging the way she’s ingrained herself in my mind is an injustice to my first mate.
CHAPTER FIVE
