Page 90 of Hidden Fates

“Want these?”

“Please.”

Her voice is already raspy from whatever she and Onyx got up to on the drive here. I’ll let Quentin know so he can send up something to help soothe it throughout the heat. We don’t want to strain her vocal cords.

Opening the tote, I let her grab its contents before placing it back outside the nest. “Does she need anything else?” Bellamy asks, arms wrapping around my waist as he ducks under my arm.

“The others were grabbing things. You can see if Emmett needs help finding stuff in your room.”

“No need,” Em calls, carrying an overflowing basket into the room. “This should be good.”

We pass things to our mate and she carefully arranges everything inside her nest. It’s heartwarming to see her take such care to spread out our scents, ensuring they mingle in the best way to soothe her inner Omega.

She flops onto her back, a whine rattling through her chest.

“May we enter your nest, Omega?”

Skye’s head bobs rapidly, her arm clutching her stomach as her scent spikes. I strip as I walk in, careful to keep my clothes away from her nest. She’s welcome to take them, but I don’t want to risk messing up the beautiful pile of softness she’s made for us.

The others shuffle in, their clothes also hitting the floor, but I can’t tear my eyes away from my beautiful mate. Fisting my cock, I give myself several firm strokes, focusing on the glistening sheen coating her inner thighs.

Caleb inhales sharply behind me. His eyes darken, his body tensing as he catches the full intensity of her heated scent. I freeze, hand on my knot, as he stomps into the room, tearing off his clothes with much less finesse than the rest of us. His shirt tears, falling to the ground in tatters.

Meeting Onyx’s eyes, we both nod. Looks like Caleb is fully in his rut.

“Hot damn,” Bellamy whistles, his eyes large as he stares at Caleb’s tattooed ass. Ink covers every inch of that man except his face.

Leaning around, I gulp when he grips his dick. Yeah, that part of him is tattooed too. And pierced.

“You better bend me over the nest and knot me, Sly, because resisting that gloriously naked Alpha is going to be a challenge.”

Chuckling, I wrap Bellamy’s hair around my fist and drag him closer, my lips slamming against his. “I got you, brat.”

Walking closer, I kneel beside the cushioned part of the floor and wait for Caleb to enter Skye. She keens, back arching beautifully as he slams into her, keeping her face pressed to the mattress.

“Hey, Bee, why don’t you crawl down here and give our girl’s clit some attention while I prep your pretty ass.”

“Hell yes.” He dives in the blankets, head burying beneath Skye’s body. Caleb growls in warning, but it tapers off when our Omega clenches around him.

Onyx tosses me a bottle of lube, and I scoot closer, coating my fingers and rubbing them together to warm the liquid up. Bellamy hooks his legs around my waist, knees bent to the sides to open himself up for me.

“Brat,” I grumble, pushing two fingers into Bee’s ass. He moans, sneaking a hand up to palm one of Skye’s breasts.

Caleb pounds into her body, pushing her against Bellamy’s tongue and driving her higher. His ass flexing with each thrust is a vision. No wonder my Beta is struggling to hold himself back.

“C’mon, Sly. Knot me.”

Smacking Bellamy’s inner thigh, I push another finger into his hole, stretching him slowly. His hips roll in time with my shallow thrusts, fucking himself on my hand. Pouring more lube on my cock, I shift his legs to my waist and slowly push into him, enjoying the way he clamps around me.

“That’s it, baby. Look at you, being a good boy for your mates. Are you gonna make our Omega cream around Caleb’s cock?”

Gripping Bee’s hips, I pull all the way out and slam back in, making him groan. I keep my pace steady, not ready to give him my knot. Not until our girl is locked on Caleb and knocked out from a few orgasms.

I let myself go when Caleb pushes his knot into Skye’s pussy. Her scream of release shooting straight to my balls. Bellamy shouts, one hand fisting in the blankets, the other wrapping around our mate’s ankle.

“That’s it, brat,” Onyx’s smoky voice says from behind me. “Take Sly’s fat cock like a good little slut.”

“Fuck,” Bee pants. “I’m gonna come.”