Chapter Twenty-One
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MY OMEGA’S FISTS pound against the heavy bag. Her movements uncoordinated and lacking power. The citrusy pineapple of her scent stings with each breath I take, full of her anger.
“Stupid motherfuckers,” she pants, grabbing the bag with both hands when her balance shifts mid swing. “I hope they get venereal diseases from whatever bitch they wind up hooking up with.”
I thought bringing her to Lex and my apartment to work out some of her aggression would help, but if anything, she’s becoming angrier by the minute. Time to try a different tactic.
Stalking over, I catch her arms and let them drop back to her sides. My hands slide around the top of her thighs, taking handfuls of her ass as I lift her into my arms. She throws her hands around my neck, meeting my lips with a ravenous hunger that has my cock jerking against her thigh.
We stumble to my bedroom, bumping against the wall as I fight for control of the kiss. Kicking the door open, I take several steps inside and drop her onto the bed. One handed, I pull my tank top over my head and drop it to the floor. My shorts and boxers follow, leaving me bare before her.
Lazily, I stroke along my cock, swiping across my tip to smear beads of pre-cum down my length. Bea watches me, her tongue darting out to swipe across her lips and her eyes riveted to the movement of my hand. “Is this what you need, Omega? Need your alpha to fuck the anger out of you? Stuff your greedy pussy so full you can’t think straight?”
“Yes,” she moans, those thick thighs rubbing together to ease the ache inside of her. “Get inside of me already,” she demands when I don’t move.
I grab her hands and remove the protective gloves, giving her the freedom to explore my body while I strip the rest of her clothes off. Nails glide across the ridges of my abs, swirling around my belly button before dragging through the small spattering of hair leading down to her prize.
When she’s naked, every inch of her glorious skin on display and begging for my attention, I grab her hips and flip us over. “Take it out on me, sunshine. Fate chose me to handle your pain. I can take your anger, too.”
Bea’s forehead drops to mine as she reaches between us and grips my length tight, pumping me a few times before lining me up with her center. She drops her hips, taking me in one harsh thrust. “Fuck,” she groans, sitting up and tossing her head back. Her hips shift, grinding down in small circles.
I let her set our pace, enjoying the way her full breasts bounce with each rise and fall of her hips as she rides me. Leaning up onto my elbows, I wrap my lips around one peaked nipple, nipping the bud with my teeth before laving it with my tongue to soothe the ache.
“Ridley,” she whimpers, her core fluttering around me. “Need your knot. Your cum. Mark me, so everyone knows I’m yours.”
My teeth ache at the image she’s creating. The thought of my bite on her throat is nearly enough to send me into a rut, but I fight it back. “Fuck, I can’t wait to make you mine.”
I take control, lifting and dropping her down on my cock over and over until she’s clenching down around me, a scream tearing from her lips. Pushing up to meet her, my knot slips through her slick lips and locks inside of her perfect pussy. I jerk my hips, small thrusts to extend both our pleasure as I fill her with my cum.
She collapses on top of me, panting and shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I wiggle us up the bed, grinning when each shift of my body sets off another mini orgasm for my mate. A purr rattles in my chest as we cuddle, soothing any remaining tension in her body.
“I’m scared, Alpha,” she admits softly.
Brushing my hands down the back of her head, I’m careful not to get my fingers caught in her curls. “All we can do is support Omen. Pack Graves has to realize their mistake themselves.”
“We could just kick their asses.”
“I’ll do anything you need me to.” I chuckle. “But I don’t think getting their asses whooped is going to fix things. Only time and the truth can do that.”
Bea is quiet for several long minutes, her body so still I think she’s fallen asleep. Then she speaks again, the words packed with emotion and whispered against my heart. “I love you, Ridley. Thank you for not letting me brush you off.”
My chest explodes with the intensity of my feelings for her, swelling with love and affection until I feel like a vessel whose purpose is to devote his life to caring for the sassy, sweet omega in my arms.
“I love you too, Bea. You’re mine. Until death do us part. Even then, I don’t think I could give you up.”
“I have a question for you.”
Bea glances at me from her spot in the passenger’s seat. We’re back on the bus after a show in Las Vegas, the third stop on the West Coast portion of the Primordial Covenant tour. After the fallout of Pack Graves learning Omen’s birth identity, my omega had wanted to drop out of the tour in the name of solidarity, but the other omega refused to allow her to give up on her dream.
I’m grateful Omen made her see sense. Bea can be bitchy toward Pack Graves while kicking ass in her manager-in-training role. Even Brady, the band’s regular manager, seemed pissier than usual during the last two days’ worth of shows.
I won’t lie, hearing Brady snap at Pack Graves over every slight mistake has made me happy. Bea’s viciousness must be rubbing off on me.
“Ask away,” she says with a wave of her hand.
“Aside from Lex, have you met anyone else you think might belong in our pack?”
I know she feels the pull to Lex. That much has been obvious since we met six weeks ago. There may be others she feels the same connection to, but hasn’t mentioned. I want to make sure she knows I am going to encourage her to spend time with any potential mates.
As much as I’d love to keep her to myself, I’m not dumb enough to believe I could handle her in heat alone.
She stretches out her long legs before curling them underneath her. Dainty, blush pink toes sparkle in the sun as they peek between her thigh and the seat. She does this weird cupping motion with her hands, shaking them up back and forth. Mesmerizing blue eyes turn to me, one dark brow raised. “Outlook not so good.”
I choke out a wheezing laugh as it sinks in. “Did you just consult an invisible Magic 8 ball?!”
“Yep!” She grins and shrugs.
I’m so damn in love with this silly, wonderful woman.
“That wasn’t a no,” I comment after our laughter fades.
Her head lolls towards me where she’s resting it against the back of her seat, studying my body language. “There is someone I felt a similar pull to, but I doubt it will go anywhere. Right now, it is you and me.”
“And Lex.”
From the corner of my eye, I watch her lips purse and she turns to look out the window. “A pull between potential mates isn’t always enough to form a bond,” she admits, her tone sad. “Lex doesn’t want me. He actively resists being in my presence as much as possible. There is little doubt he has no plan to claim me.”
I sigh, silently cursing my roommate for his boneheaded stubbornness. “He’s… complicated. I can’t share his story. He’ll kick my ass, literally. Just know his issues aren’t because of you. Staying away is his foolish attempt to protect you.”
My omega hums, clearly not convinced. There isn’t anything I can do to ease the ache in her heart. It’s Lex’s responsibility to overcome his past trauma and be the alpha she needs.
Moving to the back of the bus, I check in with Hendrix, the alpha who joined us to help with the long drive from New York. When he’s assured me he isn’t ready to call it a night, I find Bea curled up on the couch in a silky pink sleep short set. I slip in beside her, letting her weight settle against my chest as I flip to a streaming service and turn on one of the supernatural dramas she loves.
We’re only minutes into the first episode when her breathing evens out. I tuck stray curls behind her ear, sighing in relief at the peaceful look on her face. Last night she had tossed and turned, finally giving up and shuffling out of her nest at seven this morning.
Yesterday, the Montgomery family doxxed Omen’s identity. A tactic they are using to force her to flee and make reckless mistakes, making it easier for them to capture her. Lex won’t let that happen. As soon as the DAU’s informant told them about the Pastor’s plans for media exposure, he had taken Omen and gone dark. They’re holed up in one of the many safe houses our organization holds around the country.
I tried to convince Bea they were as safe as they can be, but she’s restless knowing her Fate matched mate and her best friend are in danger. The distance between her and Lex is enough to make her instincts go haywire, resulting in loss of sleep and a quick temper. She needs her rest if she is going to make it through the rest of the tour without burning herself out.
Turning down the volume on the TV, I edge over far enough to reach my phone where I sat it on the coffee table. Moving, I shift Bea to sprawl across my chest instead of being tucked into my side. While my omega sleeps, I plan. She needs a distraction, and I believe our first date is long overdue.
Bea is buried beneath a pile of blankets when I knock on her nest door the next afternoon. She grumbles, turning onto her side and burrowing deeper. I chuckle as I step inside and dig through the mess to find her ankle.
“Rise and shine, beautiful!” She kicks at my hand when I dance my fingers over the bottom of her foot, tickling her with my light touch.
“Don’t wanna.”
The pout in her voice makes me smile wider. She’s too cute for her own good. “Too bad, Omega.” I rip the blankets off of her, delighting in her shriek of protest. “You need to get up and get ready, because we’re going on a date. Unless you’d prefer to go out in your pajamas?”
Her head peeks out from beneath her pillows, eyes narrowed on me. “Coffee.”
Raising my hands, I back out of the room with a laugh. “I’ll make you a cup while you shower.”
One hour and two cups of coffee later, we are climbing out of our taxi in front of an old airplane hanger. White sided walls are lit by neon pink strip lights along the top edge of the roof. Black panels with white lettering spell out the words ‘roller rink’, each backlit by a darker pink.
I lace my fingers with Bea’s and drag her inside, watching her face as she sees the open interior. Iridescent tile is the backdrop for a wall of neon signs. In front of them is a long counter where staff are serving drinks and bar foods. A small version of the same area is beside us, blocking the door leading to their shoe storage.
“Welcome to the Blush Street Rollery!” A staff member greets us from behind the desk. “Can I help you find skates for your visit, or did you bring your own?”
“We’re renting,” I tell her, following up with both our shoe sizes. Bea side eyes me when I get hers correct, but I just smile. Checking the pile of shoes in the bottom of her closet was easy enough.
“Here you go!” They sit two pairs of white skates on the counter. Bea’s has pink laces while mine are purple, matching the wheels on the bottom. “We hope you have a wonderful time on Blush Street! Please remember, no food or drink in the skating area.”
“Have you ever been roller skating before?” I ask.
“We went a couple times when I was in middle school. Back when there was a rink open near my parent’s house. It’s been years since then. I can’t promise I won’t fall on my ass out there.”
I take her hand and pull her her feet, her chest pressing against mine. “Like I’d ever let you fall.”
She’s a little wobbly as we switch from the carpeted bar area onto the sleek rink, but I keep a tight grip on her hips to steady her. Muscle memory kicks in after a few minutes and we’re soon gliding in loops around the room.
A mix of modern and old school pop plays through the speakers overhead as we dance around each other. When the familiar notes of a viral social media song play, I swing in front of Bea. She laughs but slips her hand in mine, letting me guide us as I glide backwards. Her cheek presses against mine for several long seconds, scent marking me. A giddy rush of approval streaks up my spine, making my already wide smile grow impossibly larger.
Pushing her away, I twirl her beneath my arm. Her laughter echoes around us, setting my soul alight with the sound of her joy. I repeat the motion on my other side, twisting behind her, our fingers still entwined and crossed over her chest. My head rests on her shoulder as we sway to the beat, as lost in each other as we can be in a busy roller rink.
We skate for hours, taking breaks to grab drinks and snacks at the bar. Gone is the worry for our friends on the East Coast and all thought of the future. All that matters is the here and now. The love growing between us.
No matter what happens after the tour is over, I know I’m not giving Bea up. I refuse to go a single day without my mate at my side. One day soon, I’m going to claim my Fate Matched omega, and feel her deep in my soul where her bond belongs.
I can’t fucking wait.