17. A Transition Of Destiny
A Transition Of Destiny
-KAISOR-
W hy can’t I resist myself when it comes to her?
I keep questioning it, again and again, yet I can’t stop myself from acting this way. Unable to resist this wondrous allure she has on me.No female has made me feel this heightened sexually.
No Omega has lit a flame as strong as this.
Until Astraea .
This Sweet Omega of ours.
Now, the idea of all of this being temporary is a questionable ideology because I don’t want to fathom her not being in our lives. How can an instance change my entire standpoint?
She’s just arrived like a hurricane, none of us saw coming.
Which leads me here, kissing her like my life depends on it because that’s how it feels in this grand scheme of fate.
Her quiet moans of relief encourage me to keep going. To dive deeper as my tongue pries her lips open, begging for access.
It’s granted with a gasp, allowing me to enjoy the hollows of her hot mouth. My hand possessively squeezes her thigh, moving further inward, between her legs, which I assume are soaked for me.
The idea further riles me up,the vibration of a growl thrumming against the hollow walls of my throat. Such a raw yet powerful sound seems to grant me more access. Her legs pry open a little, like a command her body wouldn’t dare disobey, giving my nostrils exactly what they’ve been yearning for.
“Astraea.” I groan her name as if I’ve just smelled the best thing ever created in this world. It is the best thing I’ve smelled. “You’re all wet for me?”I ask, knowing damn well all this slick pooling against the fabric of her panties is thanks to me.
I’m the sole reason for her arousal, just like how I want to be the sole individual to make her scream my name.
“Y-Yes.” She sounds embarrassed yet appeased. It’s hard to describe, but I don’t even care about that. I just want to please her. Give her what her body is desperately craving.
“Does my Sweet Omega want me to continue?” I have to get some sort of permission. So, if I lose control and give her what she craves, I know it’s not in vain.
I can’t even think of regretting this moment, which feels so right and yet so fast.
To be willing to give up my worries and fears because this moment feels so fucking right.
“God, yes,” she moans impatiently, trying to wiggle. I can only assume she’s attempting to get out of her dress, but she doesn’t need to struggle with that.
That’s why I’m here.
“Good.” It’s all I can say because the last restraint of control snaps like a twig, leaving me running blindly on my Alpha instincts.
One minute, we’re on the couch, and the next, I’m carrying her—lips locked, those long legs of hers wrapped around me for dear life—and following her lingering scent until we’re in a room that’s brewing strongly with her sweet aroma.
I use my feet to kick the door closed, my hands gripping her ass as I keep her propped up in my grasp.
Now that her legs are wide open, the full force of her arousal is drowning me. If I get to dive into those dripping folds and suffocate off her juices, I will die a happy Alpha.
Fuck, I can’t keep imagining things.
“Your room?” I only ask out of respect for the best friend she mentioned lived with her.
“Y-Yes,” she pants heavily, looking completely aloof, as if she can barely grasp my question. My poor Omega just wants me and nothing else. Understandable. “I… um…”
I remove my shirt, and her bugged-out eyes take in my body as she sees the multiple tattoos I hide far too well from the world. You wouldn’t think I have any because they’re not on my arms or in visible spots like my neck or fingers, but my chest and backside are the canvas full of ink, leaving my Sweet Omega gawking in admiration.
“I hope you don’t mind tatted men,” I whisper, though I’d hope she’s fine with it because Kenji has double the amount of ink on his flesh. Let’s not start with that pierced cock of his that I forget is a big deal to everyone else.
I barely notice it when I suck and play with his cock. He must have taken the barbell out to clean it.
“I love tattoos,” she confesses breathlessly. “And piercings.”
I see the twinkle in her eye, and I immediately smile as I lean down so I’m hovering over her, keeping her pinned to the bed beneath us.
“Piercing like what Kenji has?” I taunt her just to see the way she’ll react. Her cheeks begin to burn crimson, and she’s trying to answer coherently enough to make sense. I’m being cruel for letting her try to think when she needs me to be fucked, but I want to know her perspective of him.
On the potential idea of us.
Kenji wouldn’t want me bringing it up, but I can’t stop myself.
I want him… but I also want Astraea now. Not a competition… but a collaboration?
Thinking about it makes me feel confused, which is why I want to know what she thinks.
“Yes.” I hear the firmness in her response, leaving me to wonder if she understands why I’m asking. She searches my hooded eyes despite hers being so full of lust. I’m being a party pooper here, but I don’t know when the next time we’ll have this moment.
A moment of blissful quietness between us with no interruptions…
“Do you like Kenji?”
I have to fight not to smirk at her perspective.
“What do you think?” I toss a question back to her.
“There’s hunger there,” she confesses. “Lust when you two stare at one another. Only for a moment, but it’s strong enough to see the chemistry on the tour bus,” she reveals and proves that she’s not only smart but very observant.
I love an observant Omega.
Crazy to think I once believed I didn’t need them—Omegas. All of a sudden, Astraea strolls into our life, and suddenly, I know exactly what I’ve yearned for in an Omega.
Her.
As simple as that.
“Guess you wouldn’t approve of that, huh?” My eyes trail down her body, noticing how her perky breasts press against the thin layer of the dress she’s wearing. It’s such a simple dress, yet it’s so seductively complimentary against her curvy body.
I can tell Astraea’s curvy skinny. Not too thick, but not thin enough that you’d think she’d never worked out a day in her life. The lines of muscle in her biceps and thighs prove she goes to the gym and enjoys taking care of her body image.
All I can think of is having her legs around my neck, trying to squeeze the life out of me.
I have to fight chuckling dangerously at the idea.
“Why?” She stares up at me when my hand trails up her stomach, feeling the lines of her abs while dragging the material of her dress upward.
She watches every inch of movement, even as her single-word question rings in my brain. I don’t stop until I reach her breasts, tempted to make that final lift to expose them under the dim light from the nightstand.
“Why wouldn’t I approve of that?”
Our eyes lock, and we stare at one another with deep conviction.
“Of us?” I whisper, referring to myself and Kenji.
“Yes,” she whispers and elaborates further, so there’s no confusion. “You and Kenji.”
“Because…” I’m trying to state all the reasons why she’d be against it. To plague her with the heaviness I’ve felt for the longest time when I’m lost in my thoughts or alone in the depths of the night.
Now, I’m being asked the prime question, and nothing is coming to mind.
I’m lost for words.
Ironic, to say the least.
“Would you be happy to try the idea out?” She ponders curiously, observing me carefully. “You… me… and Kenji?”
I don’t even know how to answer, but my body is more than a respondent to the idea; my cock not only twitches to life but is growing harder by the second. I have to swallow the lump in my throat that I realize is present, fighting to keep me silent forever.
“If we all agree to it. Understand it’s temporary until I’m no longer your Omega,” she tries to add some realism to the idea, which is a good thing, or else my mind would soar to unrealistic heights. “Then I don’t object to the idea. I mean, you two can still do whatever pleases you when I’m not around, but I also want you to be comfortable with each other around me, too.”
She thinks about it a bit more, her face growing redder.
“At least if you try it and like it, you know in the future, you’ll need an Omega who is fine with it as well.”
Or she can just be our Omega permanently…
“Mhm.”
“You’re not listening,” she mumbles with a bit of a pout on those lips of hers, making her look so fucking cute—and hot. Maybe she’s right.
I’m not listening.
I’ve already decided what I now desire.
Her. As our Omega. With Kenji in the mix.
I can rut just from that equation.
“ You make it hard to think straight,” I admit, seconds from kissing her passionately. She can’t answer me with how I have us connected in this feverish liplock, our bodies pressed together desperately.
We coil with ease, our hands and arms moving, the two of us tugging off clothes between kisses, leaving us naked in mere minutes. By the time I’m between her legs and enjoying the sight of her slick-cloaked pussy, we’re both out of breath and far too sexually driven to try to make conversation.
Our communication seems to shift now to something as simple as eye contact. We can just share a look, and I can immediately tell what she needs. What her body craves. My Alpha instincts push me forward, leading the way to pleasing this Omega who has rocked my world with far too much potential.
Without breaking our gaze, I dive into this gushing feast, enjoying the way her body buckles at the movement of my greedy tongue. I was thinking of doing things slowly at first, letting her squirm and whimper for me to plunge my tongue into her, but there’s this urgent need to claim her. To make her see what I can do for her.
Make her dripping with need. Push her over the edge to cum multiple times. Dive deep into eating her pussy like it’s the best dessert I’ve ever had the privilege of devouring.
I want her body marked with a strong reminder of what I can deliver.
The intense desire I have for this woman is going to be my downfall if I’m not careful.
Yet, I feel like I’m too far gone now. This addiction isn’t something that I’m willing to tame.
I know that. Maybe she knows that, too.
She’s leaking like an open faucet, her legs trembling as I eat her out. Her moans and whimpers only motivate me to keep going until I know she’s far too close.
Pulling out my tongue, she watches breathlessly the trail of juices that cling to the tip, dragging along to show just how wet she is. I lick my bottom lip deliberately in an act of possession. To prove her pussy is mine to enjoy. But my Alpha side won’t let me waste any more time. I grab my cock and stroke it a few solid times before I glide right into her with a quick look of approval.
“Fuck.” Her pussy is tight. She’s not a virgin, but she hasn’t been fucking every Alpha on the block.
God, I love that.
I’m shaft deep inside her, allowing the stilled moment to let her adjust to my size. I’m sure Icarus is thicker and bigger in comparison, but I’m not far off.
It doesn’t hurt to be courteous.
“I… didn’t get to give you hickeys yet,” she whines pantingly while those doe eyes of hers stare into my damn soul.
Just the idea of disappointing her has me moving faster than I can comprehend. My hands grip the sides of her waist, pulling her upward until her arms have no choice but to hook around my neck. We’re inches apart now, our lips just centimeters away.
“Then?” I whisper in encouragement and brush my parted lips along hers. “Mark me up, Sweet Omega.”
I can see that wild flicker in the depths of her eyes and how my command unleashes this different side of her. I’m not sure if this woman enjoys Dom and submissive scenarios, but fuck.
Seeing her move in control with such a simple command has my cock twitching deep inside her.
I’m sure she noticed, but she’s focused on laying kisses along my neck. It’s an intriguing feeling at first. Almost ticklish even, but as I trail my hand up and down her back, she seems to gain more confidence in her execution.
Biting a little harder, nibbling deeper, tugging on my flesh, and sucking it just as swiftly.
It has me groaning in encouragement because I like it. The idea of being marked by her. The mere thought of displaying all these hickeys with pride to the others.
Just like Icarus had.
I’m sure all of us were trying to ignore the bite marks and obvious bruises around his neck and shoulders, but I saw them. Acknowledged their existence. This could be my way of getting a bit of payback.
I’m also an Alpha who can enjoy enticing an Omega into taking the reins within our lovemaking.
Alphas who are threatened by their masculinity only want a submissive woman, but me? I want a woman who isn’t ashamed of being a powerful controller in the bedroom.
I feel Icarus and even Kenji have similar preferences.
Heck, Nate’s probably the same but would never admit it.
Either way, I’m already trying to think of how Astraea can remain ours, how I can convince everyone aboard that she’s exactly what we want.
What we need as a whole.
“Ah,” I flinch at the pinch of sinking pain at the left side of my neck, only to groan at the immense pleasure that rushes through me with enough force to make my rut grow in aching need. “Not too deep, Astraea.”
I only warn her because I don’t want her doing something she may regret later, but she does a ‘hmm’ sound and is back to sucking and leaving more hickeys all over my neck.
My possessive Omega does enjoy marking her territory.
I have a wide grin plastered along my face by the time she pulls back to see the damage she’s done. Whatever lustful state she’s in seems to snap at that point, leaving her gawking in horror.
Her expression has me laughing almost hysterically.
“N-No! Don’t laugh!” she whines, and her wiggling makes me hold down the side of her hips, or else I’ll cum. “Oh no. You look worse than Icarus!”
“Good,” I praise her and let go with one hand so I can slide my fingers through her hair, grip the back of her head, and push her forward so our lips slam into each other. “Now, lift your hips so I can fuck you right.”
She doesn’t fight me one bit. My Sweet Omega obeys like a flick of a switch, feeding the primitive need to take control as my rut nags at my senses.
The moment she’s lifting enough, I lean us further back so I can begin to lift my hips and slam into her. The way she moans and grips my shoulders has me ready to take her entire weight if it means chasing this climax that’s rushing to destroy me.
I’ve never been so close to an orgasm in such a short time. It takes a lot of build-up, yet I’ve been hard from the moment I sat next to her on the couch.
Heck, that’s a lie. I’ve been horny since she put Nate in his fucking place.
“That’s it,” I encourage her, watching how she moans and her expression of withering beauty. I know she’s inching to her climax, her movements meeting mine, even as I let go of her hips so I can balance myself on the bed while she ends up riding me perfectly. Each drive meets her riding thrust, the two of us relying on the other to get closer to our climaxes.
“Keep that up, Astraea,” I encourage. I love this sight, seeing her breasts bounce with her movement. Her moans and pants are so fucking loud. Just the idea of everyone hearing us as we cum only drives me closer and closer, leaving me grunting as I feel my nerves tingling at my approaching orgasm. “You’re going to cum with me, Omega?”
“Fuck, yes,” she whimpers in approval, upping her speed. I do the same, watching her body grow tense, fighting to resist the urge to climax until we’re doing it together.
It’s painful and yet even more pleasurable—the combined mix ready to explode into a beautiful euphoria that leaves us in a blissful haven.
“Ah…” She bites her bottom lip, fighting not to come undone, but I watch the mesmerizing sight as she cries out my name. “Kai!”
She sinks to the base of my cock, taking every inch while her pulsating hot pussy squeezes me so tightly, I lose that last strand of restraint to hold back.
“Astraea!” I scream her name with a sense of ownership, the mangled growl following with a slurred groan of relief. “God, you’re amazing.”
I can’t stop praising her.
Feeling the urge to let my knot settle in her pussy forces me to remember this is temporary. At least for now. I’m lifting her up enough to slide my cock out before my knot is fully hard and a bother for both of us, settling her back on my lap.
She’s still coming down from her high, but as if grasping my dilemma at hand, she grips my cock and strokes down to the base, grabbing my knot and massaging it like she’d a pro at this.
I’m thankful for the generosity because it would take eons to tame this knot without stimulation. I’ve gotten so used to Kenji’s assistance that doing it myself doesn’t have the same easing effect.
Keeping eye contact with her as she continues the massage has my mind swirling with all the possibilities of us being together—dates between us, being together as a pack in public places, even the idea of going to events.
And no more fucking meet-and-greets.
It takes ten more minutes before I feel calm enough to think straight. I’m not in a rush—neither is she as she ends up resting against me while massaging me from time to time—but I know we have to get back to the current dilemma at hand.
I want her to be comfortable and not freaking out in this haven.
Truthfully, I don’t want her ever returning here again.
She deserves so much better than this.
“How fast can you shower?” I end up asking her, knowing my phone will be vibrating soon with news the movers are here.
“That depends,” she quietly admits. “Is it just me or are ‘we’ showering?”
God, that’s a good question…
“If I shower with you, we’re never leaving here,” I confess. “I want everything on the way to our place sooner rather than later.” I don’t want to mention the ‘lockdown’ word because I can tell it sets her off.
She doesn’t need to be reminded of feeling like a mouse stuck in a trap.
“Then five minutes is more than enough,” she assures me as she gives one more stroke of my length.
I kiss her sweetly in return, thankful she was considerate of me. Even if my Omega count is a slim list, none gave a hoot about me when the deed was done, and their needs were met.
“I’ll get things gathered,” I reassure her. “Is there anything you don’t want me touching or seeing?”
She sits there to think for a moment. She doesn’t look disturbed at the idea. She appears more intrigued as she settles on the idea.
“Nope,” she ends up saying and even shrugs. “Nothing to hide. I think the only thing I do need to gather myself is my work stuff.” She frowns at the idea of not being able to let me look at such material. “There’s a confidentiality clause between me and the clients, so I have to manage the documentation on that end, but everything else is fine.”
“Perfect,” I give her a small smile. “I won’t touch paperwork.”
“Much appreciated,” she returns my smirk with a smile that’s filled with relief. She looks almost rejuvenated after all the pent-up tension was seeping into her frame and face earlier. “I won’t take long.”
“If you have to, don’t rush.” I can pull strings to ensure we get out of here, regardless of a lockdown. Velvet wouldn’t fight me on that. “Be good in there.”
She giggles.
“If I’m not, I feel like you’ll punish me for misbehaving.”
“I could,” I hum playfully. “But then we’ll never leave here.” I give her a wink that has her face red in seconds.
“I’m going.” She rushes to get off the bed. I end up hooking my arm around her waist, stopping her from attempting to leave. “Hmm?”
“You don’t have jelly legs?” I ask her curiously. She further blushes, and there’s that spark of sass that flickers in those gorgeous eyes of hers.
“Nope!” she huffs and pulls out of my hold. “Perfectly fin— EEP!”
This is exactly why I hadn’t moved away, my arm hooking around her waist a second time before she can finish her sentence. She’s so light in my grasp, and it’s easy to lift her back up so she’s on the bed with me.
The embarrassment is obvious on her face, and I’m not making it any better with my taunting smile. Glaring my way with pouting swollen lips, she huffs and slowly hooks her arms around her breasts so I’m not ‘distracted.’
“What do you have to say?” I playfully ask, which is kind of mean, but I like igniting different expressions from her. It takes her a few seconds to answer, but she lets out a huff in defeat.
“Okay. You were right,” she grumbles and further narrows her eyes. “I need help.”
“You don’t like asking, do you?” I hum teasingly. Getting out of bed in a smooth movement, scoop her up in seconds. She’s surprised by the princess treatment, but her curiosity further spreads in the depths of her eyes as she peers up at me.
“It’s not like I don’t like it,” she admits. “I just never had anyone to rely on in my life to enjoy asking for assistance.”
I dislike the idea of her being so independent in life. I grasp that she still has a connection with her dad and his pack, but because of her problematic, needy mother, she’s been left abandoned, as if she has no one to give her the support she needs.
That ends now.
“You’re going to rely on me from now on,” I whisper with conviction. “Understood?”
“But…” I see the hesitation in her eyes.
I want to get rid of it entirely.
“No matter the future,” I begin to keep her attention on me. “I’ll always have your back from now on.”
“Even… even if you end up getting a different Omega?” she quietly whispers. She may be trying to hide it, but I can see the yearning in her eyes.
Yearning to be loved but fear of being abandoned… yet again.
“Even if that’s the final end result,” I assure her. “She’ll just have to accept I’ll be a part of your support system. At least, until we’re satisfied with whoever your pack will be and reassured you’ll be taken care of like the precious diamond you are.”
Lowering her when we reach the bathroom, I grasp her cheeks and lay a solid kiss on her lips.
“Yes?” I offer, wanting to hear her confirmation.
“Yes,” she whispers in return, and there’s that twinkle of relief. “Thank you, Kai.”
“Anything for you, Sweet Omega.”
We’re going to make this work. I just have to get everyone on board.