Page 65 of Hidden Fates

“You’re mine, Caleb Michaels. My Alpha. My Fate-matched mate.”

Rolling us onto our sides, he peppers kisses all over my face before taking my lips.

“Yours, Skye. I’ve always been yours.”

Chapter Twenty-One

The house is quiet when Sterling and I return from our date. After Caleb swept Skye away for dinner and dancing, my Alpha surprised me with drinks and bar food at a place a town over where you can do ax throwing, darts, and thumb wrestling competitions.

Taking my hand in his, Sly leads me to my bedroom, pausing to check in on Mochi before we settle in for the night.

Clothes litter the floor around my laundry basket, and half a dozen empty water bottles sit on my desk. I just shrug when he raises a brow my way, his head shaking..

“You’re a mess, baby boy.”

“A beautiful, toned, delicious mess,” I correct, sliding my hands beneath his shirt to feel his skin on mine.

“Strip,” he orders, dragging his own clothes off and pointedly dropping them into the basket. “I want to choke on your cock while I prep your ass for my knot.”

Shivering with delight, I rip my shirt over my head and toss it away. I don’t care if my room is clean, not when I can see the thick outline of his hard length through his boxers and smell the swell of his tangerine and rosewood scent.

I’m naked and lying back on my bed, legs spread wide by the time he’s stripped. He’s a beautiful man. All dark skin, lean muscle, and calming aura. I drink him in greedily, entranced by the sight of the dark hair that trails from his belly button to wrap around the base of his long, curved dick.

“You forgot lewd in your description,” Sly teases, slowly stalking forward until his thighs bump against my ass. His cock slides against mine, teasing me with the smooth skin and thick veins.

I yelp when he leans down and nips my abs, the pinch of pain distracting me from drooling over him. He hums, breath ghosting across my tip as he drops to his knees.

“You want it slow and steady tonight?”

I open my mouth to protest, but he swallows me down, cutting off my reply with the hard suction of his cheeks. Fuuuuuck, that feels amazing.

I don’t care what pace he sets, I just want to feel him. To taste him. To be owned by him.

Popping off my length, he leans away to grab the lube from my bedside table. “Patience, brat. I’ll take care of you.”

“Just not quickly,” I grumble, earning a swat to my inner thigh.

Teasing licks along my length have my head falling back, my cock twitching when the cap pops. His fingers are cold when they tease my hole, the pressure nowhere near enough. He snickers when I groan impatiently, and I nearly whimper in relief when he leans over to suck the tip of my length between his lips.

We both freeze when a thud and muffled moans come from the hallway. The blast of lust that shoots down my bond with Skye has me reeling with need.

“Fuck,” Sterling grunts. When his eyes meet mine, they’re so dark only a thin line of amber rings their edges. My Alpha is feeling the same intense horniness from our Omega as I am, and it’s making him feral.

Fates, I love being in a pack.

“Our mate is up to knotty fun.” I wiggle my eyebrows, hands reaching down to push his braids away from his face. “We could be if you’d hurry and⁠—”

The sting of his palm connecting with my ass is deliriously good. His hand rubbing over the spot only makes it feel better. “I’ll knot you when I’m ready.”

Which is now, but he’s denying himself. And me.

Tossing my head back onto the bed, I raise my hands above me, surrendering to his maddeningly slow pace. It feels good, otherwise I’d complain a lot more.

One finger presses into me, quickly becoming two when he feels how relaxed I am. We’ve done this enough that my body almost expects it now. I can be as needy and whiny as our Omega when I go too long without a knot. The way it feels to have one of my Alphas buried deep inside me, their base swelling to stretch my ass to impossible points, is addicting.

Sterling curls his fingers, rubbing in just the right way, and my back bows, cock leaking pre-cum furiously. He hums, lapping at the sticky white liquid as it rolls down my length. “You’re going out of your mind, aren’t you?”

I roll my eyes, because of course I am, and he takes some small measure of pity on me and swallows my cock again. Warm, wet heat and flicks of his tongue make me mewl, hands scrambling for something to hold on to as my pleasure builds.