Page 23 of Accept Me (Fate’s Choice #4)

My cock was pinned between my body and the edge of the mattress, but Hunter’s hand gently nudged my hips a bit back, creating just enough space.

A moment later, his fingers stroked the length of my shaft, light and teasing, almost playful.

God, the way he caressed me! As if he knew exactly what he was doing.

It was rare for anyone to touch me there. Some of Dino’s friends had, in passing. But I'd always been soft with them, never stiff. Now I was hard as a rock.

His touch was something else entirely, playing me like an instrument, gentle yet thrilling.

The pads of his fingers traced under the ridge of my dick head, then slid along the slit, fiddling with the drops of precum, massaging the sensitive skin with finesse.

And all the while, his tongue kept moving in smooth, divine circles inside me.

My whole body was like a sail catching hot wind, ready to lift off, to break free from fear, pain, shame.

Was this really happening? Was I finally about to come because of someone else ?

His other hand didn’t stay idle either. It moved up my side, along my ribs, slowly making its way toward my painfully hard nipples.

Fate, I needed his fingers there! I wanted him to pinch them, to roll them between his fingers like I did when I got myself off. I could come from nipple play alone, even though I knew that wasn’t common for most omegas, but for me, it had always been the easiest way.

Hunter’s fingers brushed over one of them, then squeezed it between two fingers and rolled it skillfully.

A loud, almost ridiculous squeak escaped me.

My hole clenched and fluttered, and then I sensed it, a surge of pleasure snapping between my nipple and my ass, like they were wired together.

My cock throbbed hard in his hand and… I was suddenly coming, shuddering in his grasp as waves of blinding white bliss took over.

My mouth opened, I let out another loud, definitely embarrassing moan, digging my fingers into the sheets, certain I had broken at least two nails. My orgasm ripped through me as Hunter kept licking my hole and stroking my dick head, and I shook in the aftermath like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

Only I didn’t want to escape.

My body had never experienced anything close to this before.

I slid off the bed completely, not even sure what I was aiming for until I found myself lying flat on the floor in front of Hunter’s knees.

He watched me in silence through the room cloaked in shadows.

My head landed somewhere between his legs.

"Give it to me. Fill my mouth," I blurted out, barely believing I had the guts to say it. Me? I actually wanted this? I used to hate this stuff, but with Hunter… with him, I craved it. Wild and desperate, I wanted him to cover me in his cum, face to hole.

I reached out blindly in the dark and found it…and fuck, I almost stopped breathing.

What the hell was he packing?

It felt like a damn giant club!

A wave of panic mixed with something feral swept through me. For fuck’s sake, was he a purple alpha or something?

I couldn’t even wrap my hand around it, it was just too big.

"Oh fuck," slipped out of me.

But there was no way I was stopping—I didn’t want to stop—stopping was the last thing on my mind!

Just a few strokes and Hunter let out a low gasp. Somehow, I knew it wouldn’t take long. We were locked in some kind of strange rhythm, synced up. My arousal seemed to be feeding his, and vice versa.

"You want me to come on your face, Star?" he asked, voice low and calm, and something in me resonated with the sound.

"Yes… come on my face, my mouth, my tongue, drown me in your cum," I murmured, half in shock at how filthy I sounded. Me? The one who hated my ‘escort’ persona I had to wear back then?

And then it happened, warmth hit my open mouth in thick, pulsing waves, and fuck, there was so much of it! A fucking overload!

I caught one spurt of it and smeared it over my nipples and then even over my hole, finding a depraved pleasure in this, since it was so far removed from what Dino liked. He hated all the sticky fluids, but I welcomed it from Hunter, celebrating the freeing feeling.

But then some sensation started to pierce through my lustful haze… something peculiar, as another spurt splashed over my mouth.

The taste of it…

It didn’t have that usual disgusting, bitter flavor that made me gag.

No. His cum tasted like cream. Sweet, decadent cream.

What the fuck?

That couldn’t be possible. It shouldn’t be possible.

There was only one reason someone’s release would taste like that, and everyone knew it.

True Mates.

The thought hit me like a bolt of magic, flooding my mind with a tsunami that reshaped everything.

Every detail clicked into place, piece by piece.

Unbelievable.

Impossible. Or was it?

A long list of matching facts unfolded in front of my mind, all the things that fit.

From the very start, Hunter hadn’t looked at anyone else. He’d walked straight to my booth.

He didn’t shake my hand, obviously he knew about First Touch.

He never tried to touch me, not until I passed out, which must have blurred it all.

And I could feel him so strongly, like I was halfway inside his head. I felt like I could almost guess his thoughts.

Then, when he was asked why he bought the contract, he dodged the question but insisted everything would turn out fine.

Same when it came to sex. And even though it was rare, I’d seen that odd little smirk on his face, like he knew something I didn’t.

Had he known all along?

There was only one explanation…

I needed to find out now.

I sat up slowly, swallowing his cum, but Hunter seemed to anticipate my next move. He turned his upper body toward the nightstand that was within his hand’s reach and pulled out some wipes.

He leaned over me slowly, and I felt the scent of herbal wipes on my cheeks. Almost tenderly, he cleaned my face, my neck and my chest… But he didn’t reach lower, leaving it up to me to decide whether I wanted to clean everything. I didn’t.

It was almost completely dark, but I knew he could see me. The silence between us wasn’t awkward; it was thick with heat, electric.

What do you even say after something like that? We’d just had our first intensely sexual moment, and I knew he’d be expecting some kind of reaction from me, so I forced myself to speak.

"That was… really nice," I mumbled, and yeah, I knew how pathetic that sounded. But my brain was spinning, full of static. A thousand questions were popping up in me like porn-site popups.

But I had to stay calm.

"Yeah," Hunter said in that deep, velvety tone, "it was really nice."

Silence returned. We sat next to each other, me kneeling by the edge of the bed, and him about three feet away, also on his knees.

I couldn’t help myself; I had to ask!

"There’s something I wanted to ask you… and yeah, I know the timing is kind of random, but I need to know."

"What is it, Star? Ask, and I’ll answer."

"Are you related to Storm Nolan by any chance?"

He made a soft sound, like my question amused him a little.

"Well, that’s definitely a random one, especially after such a… pivotal moment in our relationship," he said, tilting his head in the dim light. "But yes. He’s my cousin. Our fathers were brothers."

Oh.

Another piece of the puzzle slid into place.

That bastard Storm Nolan had been telling me from the start to be ‘patient’.

That someone would come, but I might have to hold out until the end.

And when he invited me to the fair, he’d said he had a strong intuition.

From the moment I saw him, I suspected he was a purple alpha.

And those guys weren’t like the rest. Some of them had… unusual abilities. Paranormal even.

His confidence, his constant insistence that everything would work out, combined with the fact that Hunter bought my contract with zero hesitation…

none of it was coincidence. Because seriously, what kind of person would buy an Eternal contract for a stranger unless he knew, without a doubt, that I was his True Mate? Let’s be realistic here.

I stared at Hunter.

He’d known!

All along. And he’d kept it to himself.

An incredible secret.

Powerful, even.

He’d said a few times he wanted us to take our time, not rush anything, but seriously, how do you keep something like that from someone?

A strange, wild thrill rose up in my chest. Could this really be happening? A miracle in my fucked-up life?

Should I say something? Tell him I’d figured it out?

Should I be mad he didn’t tell me?

One thing was for sure, late at night, right after one of the best orgasms of my life, was not the time for a confrontation about his motives.

I’d bring it up tomorrow. Maybe? Or not?

"Yeah, definitely a big turning point between us," I muttered. "I mean… I wouldn’t have done that if I had thought you weren’t asleep."

"Oh Star… I’m glad you did it. It shows that those walls you talked about might not be as thick as you thought. There’s hope for us."

Oh, the irony! I wanted to laugh and say, yeah, there’s more than hope, considering we’re True Mates, my dude, but I bit my tongue. That conversation would have to wait.

"Let’s try to get some sleep now. I think we’ll have a lot to talk about tomorrow," I said, my tone somewhere between promise and gentle warning.

"Agreed. I’m really glad you let me… be part of tonight’s experience," he added, making a swift gesture. "Thank you for trusting me, Star."

"I surprised myself," I mumbled. "It’s not something I normally do, but… maybe something’s shifting," I added quietly, dragging myself from the floor onto the bed and sliding under the blanket.

He did the same.

I lay there staring at the dark ceiling, unable to fully process what I’d just discovered.

My life was about to take a sharp turn toward something wide and open, toward hope, toward healing.

Or was it?

In the back of my mind, I saw Dino’s face.

And then another one.

The face I’d shoved deep into the shadows of memory.