Page 91 of Hidden Fates

Onyx grabs a fistful of his hair, forcing our Beta mate to look up at him. “Did your Alpha give you permission?”

“Please, Sly. Please make me come. Give me your knot.”

Listening to my Beta beg, his eyes as glassy as our Omega’s, I pull back once more and slam home, forcing him to take my knot. He whimpers, cum jetting from his cock and coating his chest and stomach.

“Good boy,” Onyx coos, scooping up his release. Those thick fingers press against my mouth, feeding me our boy’s release. I flood Bee’s ass, my body shaking as I come.

When my knot deflates a few moments later, I collapse to the mattress, chest still heaving.

Bellamy sighs dreamily, wiggling until his head is tucked under Caleb’s arm and his ass is pressed to my hip. “This is going to be the best heat ever.”

Emmett steals Skye for a bath while she’s semi-lucid, so I slip out of her nest and jog downstairs in search of food. She woke us several times last night as her heat fully kicked in. With how high her temperature is and how needy she’s been, I can already tell this heat is going to wipe us out.

“Good morning, Sterling.” Quentin sits at the dining room table, a pack of rut blockers lying beside his coffee.

I do a double take. “You good?”

He lifts the cup to his lips. “It seems Caleb’s emotions transmit easier through Skye’s bond. Likely because he has never attempted to block them from bleeding to the rest of us.”

Ah, shit. So Caleb’s rut is affecting him second-hand. Quentin is normally uncomfortable during Skye’s heats, not enjoying the way his body reacts without him feeling the urge that the rest of us do. This has to be grating on him. “Let me know if I can help with anything. We can talk to Caleb after the rut leaves his system.”

“By then, it should no longer be an issue, but thank you. I will speak with him after the heat is over.”

Walking into the kitchen, I find a spread of protein-heavy dishes in warming containers waiting on the counter. They all look incredible, so I load up a plate and carry it back to the table.

“Oh, I spoke with your mother,” Quentin tells me as I join him. “I let her know Skye’s heat started and that she can reach out to me if she needs anything. I also made sure she didn’t have any plans to leave the estate until after the snow clears.”

A glance outside has my brows shooting up. I thought we might get an inch or two, but the entire yard is buried in snow. “How much did we get?”

“Five inches. They’ve predicted another three throughout the day.”

That’s almost a foot of snow in less than twenty-four hours.

“We’re stocked up to last through it, Ms. Aisha included.”

“Thanks, Quentin. It means a lot that you always look out for her.”

Quiet falls over us as I shovel eggs into my mouth. Lust rises in my bond to Skye, which means I don’t have long until I have to be back up there to help take care of her.

Dropping my plate in the sink, I snag a couple of bottles of cold water on my way out of the kitchen. No one’s getting dehydrated on my watch.

Reaching the nest, I hear Bellamy chuckle uncomfortably, followed by a growl. I freeze when I step inside, finding Caleb pinning him against the wall, his tongue running up my mate’s neck.

Fuck.

If he wasn’t still deep in a rut, I wouldn’t think twice about letting them continue, but Caleb isn’t clear-headed to consent to this. His instincts are the only thing driving him. The last thing we want is for him to do something he will regret. It would kill Bellamy if Caleb wound up hating him.

Storming towards them, I drop the water bottles and pull Caleb’s head back to shove my arm between them. A warning vibrates through his chest, but I ignore it, wrapping my arm around his neck and dragging him backward.

“Get out of here, Bee. I’ll keep him contained until Skye finishes her bath.”

Sad baby blue eyes flicker between us before he scurries out of the room. His bond is a mess of worry, so I prod my connection to Onyx, hard, hoping he’ll intercept Bellamy before he can get stuck in his head.

“Mine.” Caleb roars, thrashing in my grip. I swear and hook my other arm around wrists, pulling them behind his back when he tries to punch me.

“Calm down, asshole.”

He throws his head back, forcing me to drop us both to the floor before he can break my nose. Alphas in rut are too damn strong.