Chapter Fourteen
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SINCE I’VE GIVEN myself permission to court Bea, holding back is absolute hell. Staying busy with tour work helps, but only marginally. We’re currently headed to Nashville for the third show in a five-day stretch of back-to-back performances. The DAU listed this stop as one of the most likely to turn volatile, given the closest anti-designation group is only a two-hour drive south of the city.
Apparently, the men in Primordial Covenant also grew up around here. Which wasn’t a joyful experience for most of them. Hearing how strictly anti-pack this area is has my instincts surging to the front of my mind. I hope my omega is ready for me to be an overprotective alphahole for the next twenty-four hours.
Lex drives us into the city while I prop myself in the passenger seat. We’ve gone over potential escape routes and meeting spots if things were to get out of control. We’re as prepared as we can be. No matter how rowdy things get, we will protect both of the omegas in our care.
As we creep through the traffic headed downtown, I spot the first protesters. It’s only late morning and they’re already out on street corners, waving their signs and shouting bullshit when they see our convoy of buses. For a city with deep roots in the ever changing music scene, the people here sure seem to hide behind their traditionalist values.
“How far out of the city is the RV lot?” Lex asks, his tone terse with frustration.
“It’s a twenty-minute drive without traffic.”
He huffs. I can’t help but agree. If Nashville is already this packed with protesters, what will it look like when the concert starts at eight?
The vehicle carrying the band’s equipment veers to the right, heading to the venue. We continue straight through town to the outskirts of the city.
When we pull up to the park, I have to smother my sigh of relief when we’re directed to our spot. It wouldn’t have surprised me if the prominent anti-pack leaders in the city pressured the lot owner into canceling our reservation. Thankfully, they seem more inclined to cash the label’s check than turn us away.
A decent sized lake sits behind us, with a pebbled beach and picnic tables scattered around. If I wasn’t so tense from the potential problems we’ll face tonight, it would be thrilling to be somewhere this serene. Even with the city sounds in the distance, it feels like we’re on vacation sitting here.
“Brady has us in a car with him for the trip over to the venue,” Bea tells us as we step into the living area of their bus. “He wants us on the road and heading back into the city by 2:30.”
I glance at the clock on the microwave, noting it’s a little after noon now. We have an hour until Bea has to get dressed for the evening. Now would be the perfect time to sneak away with my omega for a bit.
While Lex and Omen are both preoccupied, I slip to where Bea sits on the couch and press my lips against the shell of her ear. “Explore with me?”
Her mouth curves into a bright grin, a brief splash of sunlight on this dreary day. “Okay.”
We wander around the RV park, her hand wrapped in mine as we check out the pavilions with outdoor fire pits, an in-ground pool with a splash pad for kids, and an outdoor game area where an older couple are neck deep in what seems to be a very intense shuffleboard competition.
With water surrounding both sides of the park, a decent breeze blows over us, helping to cool our skin from the summer sun beating down on us. We round a bend, headed back toward the entrance, and my eyes light up when I see the fenced-in area ahead. “Doggos!”
Bea cackles behind me as I drag her along, jogging the short distance to the dog park. A few tiny pups frolic inside, sniffing at each other and chasing the fallen sticks from a nearby tree.
“Why am I not surprised you’re a dog person?”
“I’m an animal person,” I admit with a shrug. “Dogs, cats, cows, snakes. If I can pet it, I love it.”
“Did you have any pets growing up?” Bea asks, her head leaning against my shoulder while she watches beside me.
“Three dogs. Great Danes. My mom loves big dogs, and my other parents can’t ever say no to her. What about you? Was the Powell household filled with fluffy critters running around?”
Her lips twist sadly at the same moment she shakes her head. “My Pops is super allergic to animal fur. We had a really badass fish tank, though. With those tiny fish that glow beneath a black light.”
“We’re getting a dog,” I announce firmly.
Bea’s eyes are wide as she glances up at me, hope and uncertainty warring within the enchanting tanzanite orbs. “You sound so certain whatever this is will last long enough to make a commitment like that.”
My hands cup her cheeks, my thumb sliding across her plush lips. “I told you, sunshine, you’re mine. If you think I’m walking away after this tour is done, you haven’t been listening to a word I say.”
Her tongue darts out to flick over the pad of my thumb and I can feel myself hardening in my shorts. Yeah, I think my girl needs a reminder of exactly how intense our connection is. I take her hand and drag her back to the bus, hoping Omen has dipped onto Primordial Covenant’s bus for lunch.
Silence greets us and I send a quick thank you to Fate for helping me. Bea trails behind me as I open the bathroom door and start the shower. Washing off is part of her pre-work ritual, and I’m going to take advantage of her routine.
“I’m going to strip this romper off your gorgeous body, then you’re going to put your hands on the counter and watch as I feast on your delicious pussy.” Her breath catches, chest flushing with my demand. “You’re going to come all over my face, soaking me in your slick so everyone knows exactly who I belong to.”
Her pupils blow as her perfume leaks into the air, suffocating me with the scent of her desire. I raise one eyebrow when she stands and stares at me. “I need your consent, Omega.”
“If you think I’m going to back down from an offer to eat me out, you’re out of your mind. Get to work, Alpha.”
I grin and step closer, teasing my fingers along the strap of her light purple outfit. When she shivers, her bottom lip trapped beneath her teeth, I carefully push the thin straps down her shoulders. The material slips down her chest, pooling where her wide hips flare.
She’s braless, her magnificent tits sitting heavy on her chest. Dark pink nipples already peaked from the cool air and her arousal. I dip down, laving my tongue over one while palming the other. Her nails scrape along my scalp, holding me against her as she groans. I push her tits together, lapping at one nipple then the other until she grips my hair tight and pulls my face away.
“If you don’t bury your face in my pussy in the next ten seconds, I’m going to tackle you to the floor and ride your dick until that fat knot is buried deep inside of me.”
Sweet Fates, her fucking mouth.
Dutifully, I drop to my knees, dragging her romper over her hips and thighs to tangle around her feet. The daintiest pair of white lace panties covers her pussy, the gusset so soaked in slick it’s almost transparent. One fist grips the material and tugs, straining the seams until they audibly tear.
“Fuck,” Bea whimpers. She leans back until her hands grip the counter, head falling against the mirror. Without looking away from me, she spreads her thighs, placing her legs over my shoulders to give me an unobstructed view of her dripping center.
“Fuck indeed,” I groan. My face buries against her mound, inhaling the honey sweet scent straight from the source. A swipe of my tongue along her slit and I’m a goner. Never again will a dessert that isn’t my omega’s slick satisfy me.
I avoid her clit, sucking at her lips and diving my tongue into her center until she’s writhing and moaning, trying to force my mouth to the little pleasure bud. When I suck it into my mouth, she lets out a keen that reverberates through the tiny bathroom.
The door creaks open an inch, the sound barely audible over her pleasure. I pull back, pressing two fingers inside of Bea and glancing to where Lex’s attention is riveted on her face. I hide my smirk in her pussy, hoping hearing our omega scream my name while she falls apart will be enough to break the grip my friend has on his feelings for her.
Bea’s walls pulse around my fingers, begging for my cock to replace them. I flick my tongue over her clit, content to give her as many orgasms as her heart desires. When she clenches around me, her moans broken by the heaving breaths she’s trying to pull into her lungs, I pick up the pace of my thrusts. Her body tenses, my name ripping from her throat as she gushes all over my hand, dripping down my wrist and onto the floor.
I’m in heaven. Buried between my omega’s soft thighs and drowning in her slick.
She pushes me away, overstimulated from my attention. I climb to my feet, sneaking a look at the doorway and finding it empty. Slipping my tongue into Bea’s mouth, I kiss her messily. Sharing her taste and reveling in the tiny tremors still wracking her body.
“Thanks for the snack, Omega,” I whisper. With one last kiss, I leave her to shower and get ready for tonight.
My cheerful humming earns me an annoyed glare from Lex for the next hour, but I just hum louder. I’ve made my intentions with our girl clear. His commitment-phobia is his own issue to solve.
Nashville is alive with protesters as we drive to the venue. The closer we get, the thicker they pile on the sidewalks. There are more anti-designation signs than anti-pack, confirming the DAU’s worries about tonight turning violent.
It has me on edge. Ready to call the show off and drag my omega away before any of these assholes decide to act on the bullshit they are spewing. Frantic energy has my leg bouncing. My instincts are demanding we run, but we can’t. The label has to make the call to stop the show, or Bea and Omen’s lives have to be in danger for us to leave.
The strip of road leading to the gated entrance at venue’s back lot is packed. Local police are doing a half-assed job of clearing the street. They’re as brainwashed by this city’s dated values as the rest of the crowd.
A growl rips from my throat when someone lobs something through the air toward the car in front of us. Lex clocks it and signals it isn’t a genuine threat. I watch as glass bottles shatter against the side of the car. Brady pulls his phone out and starts sending rapid texts, likely updating the label execs what is happening here. And letting them know local reinforcements are doing nothing to stop these assholes.
This is their city. Why the fuck are they throwing glass and trash around?!
“We’re spreading our security teams through the crowd of attendees at the front,” Brady informs us as we pull to a stop in the parking lot. The gate rattles shut behind us, blocking the protesters’ view. We can hear their shouts rattle around each of us, bringing our tension to a fever pitch.
They never should have agreed to hold a show here.
Lex pulls me aside when we get inside. “I’ve got these two. You go with the security staff and sweep the crowd waiting to get in.”
Frowning, I go to protest, but he cuts me off with a sharp shake of his head. “You can take over Bea’s security after you do the sweep. The band’s security team is trained to notice threats to their clients, not threats to the public. You could catch something they don’t.”
Gritting my teeth, I turn on my heel and stalk away. It’s difficult to leave Bea behind after what we just witnessed, but I know Lex is right. If I don’t go out there and someone slips through, I’ll regret it later.
Nervous energy fills the air around the front of the building. The crowd shifts restlessly, excited to get into the building. Their eyes constantly shift around, watching for the group of protesters to attack. No one stands out as I weave through.
As venue staff allow the crowd through, doing bag checks as they go, I slip back inside. Time to get eyes on my girl before I lose my mind with worry.
Bea is backstage with Orbital Somatic, giving them another pep talk. They’ve gotten better at handling their pre-show anxiety, but the threat of violence outside has clearly shaken them. It unsettled all of us.
“Music can be the spark of a revolution,” Bea tells them. “It only takes one artist’s voice ringing loudly to carry a message to the world. Don’t let the assholes outside win. Designations and packs—we’re here to stay.”
Meeting each of their eyes, she turns to peek at me over her shoulder. Midnight blue eyes shine brightly, lit with the fire of injustice and determination. My badass omega mate.
“We won’t let the villains win.”