Chapter Fifteen
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
HAVING RIDLEY EAT me out while Lex watched from the doorway was one of the hottest experiences of my life. The heat in both of their eyes when Ridley stepped back, leaving my still leaking pussy on display, was hot enough to catapult me right back into needy omega territory.
That was three days ago, and the grumpy alpha has barely looked at me since. I’m fairly certain he is allergic to feelings that aren’t annoyance or anger. I can’t decide if he hates me or wants to know what it feels like to be knot deep inside of me.
Hopefully, it’s the latter because I would swallow him down like my favorite candy.
Today was our first of four days off after a string of back-to-back shows, and I am grateful for the break. The sun is dipping low on the horizon when we settle around our beachside fire pit. We’ve spent the day playing in the water, and enjoying the feel of the sand on our toes.
I adjust my high cut orange bikini bottoms as we settle down on our towels. Ridley leans back beside me, creating the perfect resting spot for my head. He rumbles his approval when my head hits his toned thigh. It’s been hell watching him swim and play volleyball all day in nothing but the short blue swim trunks he’s wearing. He didn’t even have the decency to throw on a cutoff when we decided we were done in the water for the day!
Nebula, the bassist from Primordial Covenant, pulls out a guitar and plays. I meet Omen’s eyes across the fire, wiggling my eyebrows at the blush staining her cheeks. Two of her potential alphas have her wedged between them. She smiled and laughed more today than I can remember. Freedom looks good on her. I just hope it sticks when she reveals her birth identity.
When the song ends, Caleb cuts in with his own performance. I watch from the corner of my eye as Nebula heads down the beach, my bestie quickly following along behind him. Fucking get it, Oms!
Looking up into Ridley’s blue-green eyes, I’m stunned by how bright they shine in the fire’s light. It’s like looking up at the Northern Lights, with swirls of brighter green and darker blues. My breath catches when he meets my gaze, trapping me with the strength of the pull between us.
It’s terrifying to admit he may be right about us being Fate matched mates. I’ve longed for that soul deep connection to someone since the day I turned twenty-one. When my Fated connection didn’t appear, I was crushed, but I hoped it would manifest one day. There is a thread of doubt in the back of my mind, because I haven’t felt the shared pain myself.
I don’t care if he’s lying. I still want him to be mine.
Whatever he sees in my eyes has him pushing to his feet, carrying me with him. Lex grunts, his attention anywhere but on me. It stings to have him avidly avoid me, but I won’t force someone to love me. I deserve better.
Ridley’s hand is warm in mine as we walk across the sand. The sun has disappeared now, leaving only the faintest light blue at the edge of the sky. It’s dark enough for the beach to be empty, most of the families and other visitors long gone. The sand turns to pavement as we approach the bus. Excitement quickens my steps. I’m ready to get inside and strip my alpha naked.
We barely make it to my nest before he’s on me. Those firm lips slam to mine, devouring me as if he’ll suffocate without my lips pressed to his. Kisses trail across my jaw and down the column of my throat, turning to hard sucks when he reaches the spot he favors on my neck. The place his bite will go after all this bodyguard nonsense is over.
My hands scramble along his waist until they catch on the top of his trunks. I jerk them down his thighs in one swift motion, my eyes dropping to watch as his heavy cock slaps against his stomach. He’s beautiful. Long and thick and veiny. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, rolling down to his knot. I dart my tongue across my lips, needing to taste him.
He pushes the door open behind me, but I ignore it and drop to my knees. “Sunshine,” Ridley groans as I suck his tip into my mouth. Salty with hints of citrus. If his pre-cum tastes this good, how amazing will it be to have a mouth full of actual cum?
I slip more of him into my mouth, gagging when he hits the back of my throat. I pull back, taking a deep breath before trying again. Getting my throat to relax takes several tries, but eventually he slips deep enough for his knot to brush my lips.
“That’s it. Such a good omega, taking her alpha’s cock into her tight throat. You gonna let me fuck your mouth? Flood your tastebuds with my cum?”
Moans vibrate around his length as I nod as much as I can with him still buried to the hilt inside of my mouth. He carefully grabs my hair, trying to avoid getting caught in my curls, and uses his grip to hold me still. Slow, dragging thrusts intermix with hard pulses. He’s toying with me, not keeping a pace that will bring him to release quickly.
Slick leaks out of my swim bottoms and coats my thighs. Need so strong it makes me twitch pulses in my core. I drag my fingers down, swirling them around my clit to relieve the pressure. What I really need is his knot.
“Love seeing your pouty lips stretched around me. Tears streaming down your cheeks each time you gag.” Ridley pulls all the way out and grabs me by my waist. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, my arms dropping to his shoulders. “As much as I want to fill your mouth, I’d much rather stuff your pretty pussy.”
He carries me into my nest, kicking the door shut behind him. The fairy lights on my ceiling help guide us as he drops me to my feet at the end of the bed. He pulls the strings on my bottoms and tosses them aside before doing the same to my top. When I’m bare before him, he kisses me again, leaning me back until I collapse against the mattress.
We’re immediately buried in pillows and stuffies. I bark out a laugh, helping him push them all aside. Seeing him kneel between my legs, his cock resting against my mound, my legs squeeze to relieve the ache in my clit.
“You’re all mine, sunshine. I can’t wait to worship every inch of your gorgeous body.” His hips shift so he can slide through my slick. It’s erotic the way his cock shines when he’s coated in my essence.
“Fuck me,” I demand, pushing up to my elbows and pressing my mouth to his. He kisses me back with fervor, sucking and nipping at my lips. When I feel his tip press to my entrance, I pull back far enough to glance down. He slides inside of me slowly, inch by glorious inch.
I grip the sheets of my bed as he draws back out, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure radiates through me. Slow and steady is nice, but I want him to rut me into the mattress. “I said fuck me.”
A cocky grin meets my demand. The breath whooshes from my lungs as he slams into me. I have to scramble to put my hands on the wall above the bed to stop myself from crashing into it with the force of his thrusts.
“Yes! More!”
“Fucking Fates-damned perfect,” he groans as he pounds into me. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, lifting my hips to change his angle so he’s constantly grinding against my g-spot. Fucking perfect is right.
Ridley’s abs ripple with each fierce thrust, mesmerizing me. When his pace somehow picks up, the rapid slaps of our skin echoing in the tiny room, I’m lost. A supernova explodes behind my closed eyes as I scream out my release. Colors dance in my vision and my body shakes with the immensity of my orgasm.
“That’s it, sunshine. You’re so fucking pretty when you come around my cock.” One hard thrust and his knot wedges inside of me, expanding and pressing on all the pleasure points inside of me until I’m riding a tidal wave of orgasms. I can feel the heat of his seed spilling inside of me, marking me in the most primal of ways.
He collapses on top of me, one arm holding his full weight off of me. I lick across his lips, tangling my tongue with his as we trade lazy kisses while we ride the last waves of our high.
Ridley flips to his back, keeping me pressed against his chest. Burying my face against him, pouting and fighting back a whine when I can’t find his scent. “I’m sorry, omega,” he coos as he gently runs a palm over my hair. “I’ll be able to stop using the scent blockers soon. Then you’ll never go without smelling like me.”
I nod, biting my lip hard until the pulse of need passes.
We lay there for a while, basking in each other’s presence and waiting for his knot to deflate. His phone chimes from its spot on the floor, but neither of us moves to grab it. It isn’t until Lex knocks on the nest door, shouting to tell Ridley they’re being called into the DAU for a meeting, that we let our little bubble of peace pop.
Worry floods through my veins as he slips from beneath me and throws his shorts back on. He steps out of the room and a small part of me thinks this is it. He got what he wanted. What reason does he have to stay?
When light trickles back in and a warm washcloth presses against my abused flesh, I can’t hide my relieved smile. He hovers over me as he cleans me, lips brushing against mine as he speaks.
“You are mine, Bea Powell. This is only the beginning of our love story.”
Starburgh might as well be a wasteland for how riveted my attention is to my time at home. Lex and Ridley are off working a job for the DAU after the emergency meeting they were pulled into yesterday. It’s barely been an entire day since I saw them last and yet my omega is crawling out of my skin to get back to them.
Tossing my head back against the couch, I stare up at the ceiling and try to force my mind to a place where I’m not ten seconds away from crawling into my nest and never resurfacing. Being an omega really fucking sucks sometimes.
Omen isn’t faring any better than I am. She’s been aimlessly shuffling about the apartment, reorganizing things to distract herself from the absence of Primordial Covenant. The difference between us is she could easily call Pack Graves and ask them to hang out. I don’t have that luxury when my mate is offline for work.
My phone pings in the pocket of the oversized hoodie I pilfered from Ridley’s bag before we parted ways. There are the faintest hints of lime and sweat clinging to the material. Just enough to keep me sane.
The screen lights up when I dig it out. A message from Foster sits on the screen inviting us for a night out at one of the best omega safe clubs in New York. Fairytale lives up to its name not only in decor but also with whimsical cocktails that taste as magical as they look.
Stretching my arms, I head into my bedroom and pick out an outfit for the night. Inside, I may feel like I’m standing in the middle of a hurricane, but on the outside, I plan to look like the goddess Ridley claims me to be.
A lavender bodycon dress hugs my curves, the hem stopping at the top of my thighs. The molded top cups my breasts, elevating them and giving the illusion I’m showing off more skin than I really am. Sleek silver platform heels finish the look. It’s flirty, sexy, and fun. Exactly like me.
After styling my hair into a messy ponytail and adding sleek silver eyeshadow to make my eyes pop, I snap a selfie in the mirror and send it to Ridley. He won’t see it tonight, but when he does, he’ll know exactly what he’s missing.
Omen is lounging on her bed when I burst into her room, announcing our plans for the evening and digging into her closet. She tries to argue, reminding me our bodyguards aren’t available to accompany us. Too bad for her. Shepherd will be with us. We will be perfectly safe for a night out.
She asks me questions about the pull I feel to Lex and Ridley, and I answer them as best as I can. I haven’t told her outright that Ridley and I are hooking up, but she has to have realized it. The bus definitely smelled of sex when she came back last night. She also asks about Shiloh, but I shut her down quickly. That man may be hotter than sin, but there is absolutely nothing happening between us. I haven’t even seen him since we left for the tour. Video calls excluded, of course.
A few hours later, we’re stepping into a fantasy wonderland. I may not enjoy reading the way my bestie does, that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the aesthetic of a wonderland like Fairytale. Gorgeous performers dressed as fairytale creatures dance on the catwalks above us, swaying in time to the sensual beats pulsing through the vast space.
Shepherd orders us drinks as we crowd into a circular booth off to the side. We’re here to dance our hearts out, but first we have to dish all the dirty details of the tour with Foster. “How is forced proximity to the hot bodyguard duo?” he asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Chaos,” I admit with a laugh. “Lex is still as grumpy and annoying as ever. Ridley though… he swears I’m his Fate matched mate.”
Foster’s bright blue eyes widen to match his grin. “Does he now?” His voice takes on a teasing tone, one full of suggestion. I flush and he cackles, leaning against his mate in his joy.
We’re both distracted when our drinks arrive and Omen downs a shot before we can even attempt to divvy them up. I roll my eyes at her sad girl attitude, telling Foster she’s missing her potential mates. He joins me in ribbing her for her sappy behavior.
Suddenly, she’s on her feet and heading to the dance floor. We scurry after her, forming a loose circle in the middle of the crowd so Shepherd can easily step in if anyone gets too handsy without our permission.
Several songs in, I catch hints of ozone on the air. The scent brings me back to my last heat and the gorgeous alpha I shared it with. When warm palms land on my waist, I glance down and nearly squeal in delight when I see the familiar tattoos running along his knuckles.
My head falls back against his shoulder as we dance. Our hips moving in sultry grinds matching the electric beat. His hard length presses against my ass and I groan. I know exactly how wonderful it feels to have his inked dick stretching me.
I last one song before I’m twirling in his arms and gazing up at his golden eyes. He smirks as I let my eyes wander over his body. My tongue feels glued to the roof of my mouth when I take in the sleek black corset highlighting his waist and chest. Holy Fates, this man somehow looks even hotter than I remember.
"O.”
He chuckles, the sound so deep it makes my knees week. And when he speaks? How did I forget this man’s voice was sex incarnate? “Long time no see, Omega.”
Everything fades to the background, the music dull and the crowd disappearing, as he runs his thumb across my bottom lip. His other hand still grips my hip where we were dancing. He steps closer, his thigh pressing between my legs. My hands fly to his chest when he moves me against him, grinding my pussy against the dark material of his jeans.
“You smell as heavenly now as you did a month ago.”
I’m lost in his scent and those warm amber eyes, a slave to the pleasure our dance sends pulsing through my body. The magnetism between us has me wondering if this alpha isn’t meant to be mine, too. A pull exists that rivals the strength of what I feel toward Ridley and Lex.
Does he feel it too? Is that why he sought me out on this dance floor instead of choosing one of the many betas and omegas around us?
“I found my mate,” I blurt out.
O freezes, his hand flexing on my jaw before dropping to wrap around my throat. His hold is just tight enough to come across as possessive without making me tense with worry. “Is that so?”
I nod dumbly, teeth digging into my lip and hoping my admission won’t send him away. I’m fairly certain I would sob like a baby if he left me right now.
“One mate, or have you met your pack?” His fingers stroke down my neck, eyes darting to the unmarked skin before meeting mine once more.
“One mate. Maybe two, though he doesn’t seem to feel the same pull.”
O’s eyebrows furrow, a sneer twisting his lips. “Then he is a fool. Any alpha would be blessed to be Fated to an omega like you.”
I swallow thickly, his hand moving with the motion. “I think you might be mine too,” I admit in a whisper. If his eyes weren’t riveted to me, he may not have heard my words over the pulse of music in the club.
Something flickers across his expression before he shuts down completely, all emotion leaving his face. His forehead thumps against mine and he resumes dancing with me, each shift of his leg more urgent than the last.
“Orion. My name is Orion,” he admits as he smashes his lips to mine, stealing a desperate kiss and drinking down my scream as I fall apart. My slick soaks his leg, likely leaving a noticeable wet spot behind. Orion doesn’t care. He just blinks down at me with a sad smile on his lips. “I’m a coward, but I think you might belong to me, too.”