Chapter 38
Life in the penthouse has been tense since Lex discovered one of Marcus’s lackeys hanging around the building two days ago. I’d returned from helping Bea’s parents to find him holding the kid up by his collar and using his bark to force answers from the teen.
Answers that yet again led us nowhere.
How does a man like Marcus keep slipping through the cracks? He’s a mid-tier Alpha. No superpowered bark or bulking frame to aid his ability to control others. Even within the Eternals, he’s nothing but a middleman. A grunt.
So why is someone putting in so much effort to conceal him? What dirt does he have on them? And how did he get it?
Glancing up from the glass of whiskey I’ve been twirling in my hand, I study Starburgh. He could be out there. Biding his time and plotting another way to torment my mate.
“I thought Lex was the broody one.” Bea’s arms wind around my waist, her face pressing into my back. Relaxing in her grasp, I rub my palm over her forearms.
“We both know he would win that championship with his world-class grumpiness. My brooding skills are a novice in comparison.”
She laughs, hot breath warming my back through my cutoff. Her arms adjust, slipping into the open sides so she can feel the bare skin of my stomach.
“Are you feeling okay? Hungry? Horny?”
Her head shakes, and she squeezes me tighter. “No. Just need to hold you.”
Turning, I slip the front of my shirt up and tuck it over her head. “Naked movie cuddles? You can warm my cock?”
The shudder that wracks her body makes my lips twitch into a knowing smirk. I’ll be surprised if we make it through the weekend without her heat starting. She’s been clinging to us and hoarding our clothes. Signs I know are from her baser instincts pushing to the surface.
“Mmmm. That sounds amazing,” she hums. I lift her into my arms, hands gripping her ass as I carry us down to the theater. It’s dark, and I spy a pile of blankets already waiting for us.
Setting her on the edge of the cushions, I let her make a mini-nest while I turn on the TV and grab drinks from the mini-fridge. I snag a few packs of her favorite snacks, just in case she changes her mind.
My breath whooshes out when I turn around. The sight of her glorious body bared beneath the dim lights and waiting for me… Fucking magical!
I toss everything into the corner, just outside the nest, and quickly strip my clothes off. Her skin is warm but not feverish as I crawl up her body. Electricity singes my nerves with each spot of contact, bringing the permanent desire I hold for her to a frenzied peak.
She turns to her side, head lifted so I can slip my arms around her. I curl around her back, biceps acting as her pillow. Gripping her thigh, I lift it over mine, grinding my hardness against her soaked pussy. Slipping inside of her is mind-blowing. Every. Single. Time.
“Fates, sunshine. I’m obsessed with the way you feel wrapped around me.”
Bea laughs, wiggling her hips to tease me further. I palm her ass and thrust hard into her once, twice, before stilling. “Okay, what are we watching?”
Her laughter is as awe-inducing as the feel of her pussy. I nearly lose myself in the way she tightens around me, her amusement making it Fates-damn hard not to come.
“You pick. I’ll probably pass out in a few minutes,” she admits around a yawn.
Why does the thought of her sleeping with me buried deep inside of her make my cock twitch?
Shrugging the thought off, I grab the remote and flip to a baseball game. The local major league team near my hometown in Ohio is playing. It’s funny as hell to watch their games. Part performance, part actually playing. Their idea of adding theatrics to their games saved the stadium from closing.
“This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be,” Bea tells me. Her voice is thick with sleep, her eyes heavy-lidded. It’s only moments later that her breathing evens out and she starts to softly snore in my arms.
Fate really blessed me with an incredible mate. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives spoiling her and fucking her senseless. She’s everything I ever wanted and more. The perfect Omega. My sunshine.
Pleasure zips up my spine when I awake sometime later. My eyes blink open, flying wide when I see my gorgeous mate riding me. Her head is thrown back, hands pressed to my chest as she takes what she needs from me.
“Hell yes, Omega,” I rasp, gripping her hips to help her grind her clit against my pelvis. “Use me.”
Bea’s eyes meet mine. Hazy and full of need. Her skin is warmer than earlier, so she must be having another heat flare.
A whine fills the air, her Omega struggling to get what she needs.
Palming her ass, I flip her until she’s pressed into the cushions.
One calf presses against my chest, the other wraps around my hips, and I fuck her.
Relentless. Ruthless. She was made to take me. To take everything we have to give her.
“Look at you, sunshine. Soaking my cock. So ready for my knot. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me? Let me lock myself inside of you?”
“Please.” Her plea is a gasp, swallowed by the moan that follows when I pound into her harder.
Her back arches, a scream of pleasure ripping from her throat as she shatters around me.
I don’t stop, don’t slow. I fill her over and over until I can’t hold back.
The audible pop of my knot locking into her pussy is loud.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, face falling to press against her chest as I grind against her, already flooding her core with my cum. It’s never-ending. Burst after burst, and then more when she squeezes around me.
I press a kiss to her sternum and glance up, biting back a laugh when I see she’s already passed out again. Shifting until she’s lying on my chest, I tuck a blanket around her body, not wanting her to get cold when the rest of the heat flare fades.
Part of me thinks I should text the others and warn them how close she is to a full heat, but finding my phone would mean leaving her side. And there’s no way I’m letting her go when I have her all to myself.
When I wake for the second time, I’m alone in the theater. I sit up, scrubbing a hand through my hair before I search for my mate. And maybe some food, because I am starving.
In the hallway, the most delightful scent tickles my nose.
It’s faint, like a recently lit candle. Gooey baked pineapple, rich vanilla cake, and shredded coconut.
Leaning my head back, I freeze with my hand on my stomach.
The immediate hardening of my cock should have been warning enough, but the sharp spike of secondhand pain in my abdomen forces my clarity.
Bea is in heat. Full heat, not just a flare.
Excitement rumbles in my chest, my feet stalking across the hardwood as I let the allure of her mouthwatering slick lead me to her. Up the stairs. Through the living room. Further still, until I’m crossing through her bathroom.
Another scent reaches my nose now. Sunbaked leather and sandalwood. Lex. My steps falter with the strength of it. Is he… I force myself forward, eyes widening in shock when I reach the doorway to Bea’s nest.
Holy Fates, this is not good.
LEX
Returning from work an hour ago, I found Bea and Ridley locked together and passed out in the theater room. As tempting as it was to stay, I didn’t want to intrude on their alone time. Fate knows that with five Alpha mates, she’s going to have to make a schedule to spend time with each of us.
Cleaning up the mess of shoes in the entryway upstairs, I check the trash and sink to make sure they’re also clear. Ridley isn’t a slob, but that asshole tends to just leave things lying around to take care of later. A trait Bea and Orion both share. It frustrates the hell out of me sometimes.
With a quick text to our group chat and a peek into the fridge, I pull out a tray of Monterey chicken that Shiloh’s chef prepared for us. Labeled side dishes make it easy to throw everything in the oven later.
Bea will probably be hungry when she wakes up, so having food ready is crucial to avoiding her hanger.
I’m contemplating a shower when Bea walks up the stairs. Her naked, curvy body fully on display for my perusal. Fates, she’s magnificent. Thick thighs, bubbly ass, perfect handful tits.
Her eyes lock onto me, tongue darting out to swipe across her lip as she pivots to meet me in the kitchen. It’s faint, but tantalizing notes of her scent sweep through the room, teasing me. The smell grows the closer she gets. So powerful, it nearly takes me to my knees.
Fucking Fates, she’s in heat.
Her hands press to my chest, skin to skin without my shirt on, and it’s like a switch flips. Rational thought disappears, replaced only by an all-consuming need.
My hand fists her hair, dragging her mouth to mine. Our kiss is ferocious. Tongues tangle, teeth clack. A battle for dominance that I demand she relent in.
“Mine.” The word growls from my mouth as I pull her against me, hands gripping her thighs to lift her into my arms.
I don’t remember carrying her up the stairs or entering her nest. It’s only when I see the gauzy pink curtains hanging from the ceiling that I realize where we are.
Bea paints a delicious picture. On her knees with her ass in the air, chest pressed to the mattress. Presenting for her Alpha. For me .
Palms glide down her back, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. I grip her hips, pulling her back against my aching cock. She’s so fucking wet. Drenching her thighs and coating my cock before I even attempt to enter her.
Sanity has been thrown out the window. Replaced by the primal urges I’ve been fighting since I walked into her apartment last May.
Thrusting into her molten core, I don’t hold back. I can’t. Not when she feels like home. When her pussy is acting as the tether tying my soul to her.
I need more. Closer. So close it feels like I’ve crawled inside her body and wrapped myself around her heart. My life the protective shell keeping her safe.
A hand grips her throat, pulling her up to lean against my chest. She’s mindless, grinding against me and begging for more. For my knot. My bite.
Yes. That. That’s what I need.
I squeeze the hand on her throat, immobilizing her and reminding her I am in control. Her need burns her from the inside out, only sated by the pleasure I give her. Firm thrums against her clit have her clamping down on me, dragging me further into her core.
“Mine,” I demand, pulling out only to slam back inside. Exquisite pressure acts as a fist gripping my spine, so good it almost hurts. My knot swells in her pussy, ensuring my cum stays locked inside her body. Where it was always meant to be.
“Alpha,” she whimpers, coming again and again, and I continue to rut into her as much as my knot will allow.
Another body joins us, pressing against her front and stealing her lips. Smothering her sweet sounds. I growl, baring my teeth at the other Alpha. He rolls his eyes and leans down to nuzzle her breasts, lips wrapping around one peaked tip and sucking.
The way her body reacts stops me from lashing out. Her pussy somehow grips me tighter, choking me with the evidence of her pleasure.
Bite , my instincts urge. Yes, it’s time. I tilt her head to the side and strike.
Bonding my mate feels… weird. Wrong. The pastel blue threads that wrap around the charcoal gray strands of my soul aren’t right. Their energy doesn’t match my Omega.
I pull back, a savage growl ripping from my lips when I see the other Alpha’s arm protectively jutting between us. He prevented me from bonding with her. Made me sink my teeth into him instead.
My body tenses, ready to fight the other man off. He mouths words of apology before something collides with my temple and darkness consumes me.