Page 47 of Hidden Fates

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The water is warm as he dips us beneath it, my back pressed to his chest. I nearly fall back asleep as he washes my body. It feels so good.

When he’s finished, he spins me around, letting the suds rinse off, and I take the scrubber from his hand and take my time washing him. It’s sensual and arousing, a peaceful moment for just the two of us.

As I wrap my hand around his length, pumping him slowly from base to tip, he grips my hair and slams his mouth to mine. We’re a flurry of limbs as he hoists me into his arms and pushes me against the shower wall, sliding between my folds and coating himself in my slick. I dig my heels into his ass, pulling him closer.

I need to feel him. To have his thick cock stretching my walls and his knot locking his cum inside me.

“Alpha,” I whine when he continues to thrust against me.

Chuckling against my ear, he uses one hand to hold me up and the other drops to shift his tip to rest against my entrance. “I love you, precious Omega.”

One hard thrust and he fills me. I keen, head smacking against the shower wall as he sets a furious pace, pounding into me.

It’s deliriously delicious. A magnificent blend of too much and not enough as my sensitive walls clench around him.

“Look at you,” he groans, forehead pressed to mine so he can watch his length disappear inside me. “The way you stretch around my cock. Fuck, you look obscene like this. I can’t wait to double stuff you. Fit both Onyx and me deep inside you. Can you take both our knots tonight?”

“Yes,” I chant, rocking against him as much as I can.

I’m so close.

Reaching between us, I rub my clit, matching his hurried pace and pushing myself over the edge. He wraps his arms around my chest, banding me against him as he steps away from the wall and lets gravity pull me down over his knot. He shouts, drowning out my moan as he swells, locking us together.

I’m cum-drunk, eyes barely able to stay open as he shuts the water off and carries me to the bedroom, each step shifting me and sending bursts of pleasure up my spine.

“Get some sleep, baby,” he whispers as his knot deflates. I want to drag him back to my side, but I’m too tired to move.

I rouse a little when he wipes me with a warm cloth, and again when the blow dryer kicks on in the bathroom, but I’m fast asleep before he can rejoin me.

“We’re taking you out tonight,” Onyx tells me as I sweep into the dining room, my stomach rumbling. I slept too much this morning. Now I’m starving.

I press a quick kiss to his lips on my way to the fridge. “The whole pack?” I ask, grabbing a container of leftover pasta and putting it in the microwave to reheat.

“Me, you, and Sly,” he tells me. “The rest of your mates have plans of their own.”

My teeth dig into my lip, worrying the flesh. If we’re all gone, Caleb will spend his first night here alone.

“Don’t worry, bubbles, Emmett made sure to include your newest Alpha.”

Appreciation floods down my bond with Em, making sure he feels how grateful I am for his thoughtfulness.

“Sounds perfect then.”

I grab my food, and one of his arms opens so I can slide beneath it and claim the chair next to him.

Butterflies stir to life in my stomach each time I think about this being our permanent home. I love it here. There’s just something about this magical estate that settles my inner Omega.

Making the decision wasn’t easy, though. Not with so many factors on the table. I felt awful asking the guys to leave their manager behind. It’s not like the guys will never see them again. We’ll still have shows and events to attend in LA, and we’ll be able to visit any time we’re there.

Sensing the sudden shift in my bond, he closes his laptop and pulls me onto his lap. I stiffen, a different worry flooding my mind as he settles me against his thigh. I’m bony. My lack of ass makes my pelvic bones dig into my mate’s legs whenever we sit like this.

Not that any of my mates would complain. They remind me constantly that they love having me in their arms and on their laps, but I can’t shake the memory of other’s voices telling me how uncomfortable it is.

Onyx narrows dark eyes on me, his thick brows pinched. “We all decided to move here, Omega. We took each of our wants and needs into account, so no feeling guilty. You know we would have spoken up if we thought coming to New York was a problem.”

Swallowing my response, I nod. He doesn’t budge, wanting me to mean what I say and not just placate him. “I’ll try,” I promise.