Page 63 of Hidden Fates

Bea takes Omen’s hand and drags her around the couch, moving closer to me. “Skye, this is my best friend, Omen. She’s the one I sent our backstage picture to.”

“H-hello,” Omen stammers, smiling shyly. She’s adorable.

“Hi. Oh gosh, I am a huge fan of your work.” A blush crawls up her cheeks at my admission, but I power through her embarrassment. There’s no way I am missing this chance. “I actually wanted to reach out to you about possibly capturing one of my mates’ concerts for me.”

Her green eyes widen, teeth biting her bottom lip as she glances at Bea, who bounces on her toes. “I’m sure we could manage that,” she finally concedes.

Briefly, I feel like I’m pushing her into it, but then Matt chimes in and the feeling melts away. “Omen is awesome at what she does. Shattered Horizons is already popular, but I bet they’d explode if she photographed them on stage.”

“Speaking of performing,” Joey looks at Caleb, worry pinching his brow. “What are your plans now that you’ve left the band?”

It’s my Alpha’s turn to shift uncomfortably as everyone’s attention settles on him. “Uh,” he rubs the back of his neck with one hand, and I press against his side. “He’s joining Shattered Horizons. He and Sterling are going to do dual-vocals.”

Shock vibrates through everyone, quickly morphing into excitement. I listen, content to just rest against Caleb’s side as they talk about it.

Bea, Omen, and their mates slip away after a few minutes, disappearing into the crowd now covering the dance floor.

A lazy, languid buzz rolls across my skin as I finish another galaxy-themed drink. This is amazing, but I want to dance. To be wrapped in Caleb’s arms and feel him grow hard against me.

Chuckling, he lets me drag him away from his friends, my arms wrapping around his neck and my nose burying against his chest. “Feeling good, bunny?”

Warmth seeps into my sides as he runs his hands up and down my ribs, thumbs barely brushing the bottoms of my breasts. My body lights up anyway, breath rattling out on a needy groan.

Suddenly the room spins and I find my back plastered to his chest. One hand collars my throat, tilting my head up so he can smirk down at me. Our bodies move in a discordant rhythm, sloppy and messy as we lose ourselves in the electricity arcing between us.

When he leans down, lips slamming to mine and his tongue roughly sweeping against mine, I melt into a puddle of pure Omega need.

“Time to get you home.”

I want to protest, but his heat-filled expression steals my breath away. His fingers twine with mine, arms wrapping around me until our hands are settled on my stomach. I’m wrapped in him as he leads us to the exit, not bothering to pause for a goodbye to the others.

Fresh air washes over my skin, cooling my overheated body. It only lasts long enough for Caleb to pin me to the side of his car, his body towering over mine as he claims my mouth again.

I scramble to pull him closer, legs wrapping around his waist and my core grinding against his hard length.

“Fuck,” he growls, ripping his mouth from mine. We’re both breathing heavy, his hands loosening and tightening in my hair as he fights to retain control of himself.

“In the car. Now.”

Licking him off my lips, I smirk when he groans, but quickly push him away and slide into the passenger seat.

The drive back to the estate is going to be torturous.

Caleb barely has the car in park before he slams his door open, storms around the front, and rips mine open.

I fumble to unbuckle my seatbelt and throw myself into his arms. He catches me around the waist with one arm and slams my door shut with the other. Our mouths meet, the fuse that was lit at the club finally reignited now that we’re home. Whining, I tug at his hair and dig my heels into his ass to get him moving.

“My room or yours?” he asks when we make it inside.

“Nest,” I grit out, deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt so that I can take what I want. His eyes flicker to mine, his breath catching..

I explore every inch of him I can reach with my lips and tongue, a pleased noise slipping through my lips at the salty taste of his sweaty skin.

I want more. Need more.

He’s panting hard, fingers digging into my ass hard enough to bruise when he finally stumbles through my bedroom door and beelines for my nest.

I lean back to watch his expression as he enters, desperate for his approval of the space I’ve made for us.