Page 24 of Accept Me (Fate’s Choice #4)

My stepfather.

Could this Bond heal those wounds, too? The deepest buried ones?

People said True Mate Bond had that kind of power, but right now, I was still too scared to believe it.

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I woke up in a strange mood that morning. From the very first thought that drifted into my head, everything inside started to feel… weirdly hot.

My body felt heavy, lazy, almost sluggish.

Then the memory of what had happened last night drilled into my brain hard, so intense it knocked the breath out of me.

Without thinking, my hand slid past my morning wood and kept going lower, and my hole…

damn. I was shocked to find it soaking wet.

That had so rarely happened before, as being super dry was my default.

I rolled onto my stomach, but Hunter was already gone. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, and it was seven o'clock. He probably went down to the basement for a run.

If I focused, I could hear the low hum of the treadmill from downstairs.

So I took advantage of the moment. I let myself explore a little.

First, I pressed my hips down and rubbed my cock against the sheets, needy, but it wasn’t enough.

I slipped a finger inside to test how I felt.

It went in so easily, like nothing was in the way.

I followed up with a second finger, then bent my body slightly and angled down, searching for my prostate.

I had to find it. That rarely-used part of me was calling out for attention.

And when I finally brushed against it… God, it was swollen.

Was it supposed to feel like that? I started breathing deeper, thinking about Hunter’s massive cock and what it could do in that exact spot. I pressed into it, massaging gently.

Then it kinda shook me.

What the hell was going on with me?

My body felt alien, like something had possessed it, overwriting my normal personality.

This couldn’t be heat, right?

From what I heard, it worked a bit like this, transforming normal patterns of behavior.

The doctor said mine wouldn’t come for another two months. But could it have started early just because I was living under the same roof as my True Mate?

I didn’t know what heat felt like at the start. Was it supposed to be this kind of constant, medium-grade desire? Just a bit stronger than regular arousal?

My hand kept exploring, ignoring the fact my mind was so puzzled.

What if it wasn’t my fingers, but that thick cock of Hunter’s pushing into me, hitting that spot just right?

I’d never had a prostate orgasm with another person. Sure, over the past few years, in moments of crushing loneliness, I’d used a small dildo a couple of times, just enough to get it in and get off. But even then, I never remembered my prostate being this swollen. Was this really happening?

It felt like way too much to take in. First the discovery of my TM status with Hunter, and now heat?

Take it easy, Star, I told myself. This might be it. Or not. Maybe your body just really liked what happened last night? Possibly it just wants more.

When I felt myself getting close to that invisible line, I quickly pulled my fingers out and sat up. No. I couldn’t let myself go again.

If I could successfully fight it, that would prove it wasn’t heat. Yeah. A good test!

Despite that hunger lodged deep inside me, like it had made itself at home, I forced myself to get up.

I rushed to my room, grabbed some fresh clothes, and headed for the shower.

And then I hesitated.

I stripped and stopped in front of the mirror, caught in my own reflection.

The fuck? Had my nipples changed color?

They looked darker than usual. Normally they were pink, but now they were almost raspberry-red and puffy. I stared at them for a good minute. I didn’t dare touch them, I had a feeling that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I was still barely holding it together.

I eyed myself attentively.

I’d always been pretty satisfied with my body, objectively speaking, anyway.

Tall for an omega, with a naturally robust frame.

Lean, but muscular, thanks to regular swimming.

My stomach was flat and defined, my waist slim, but my shoulders and hips were broad, and my thighs and ass were thick.

Not fat, just solid muscle. All my old clients used to call me juicy, delicious, lush.

Said I looked like sex incarnate. I used to hate that.

But now, maybe that was something Hunter could appreciate too? Something he could enjoy.

I ran my fingers lightly across my chest, then down my stomach, and lower. My cock was standing tall, fully hard. I really didn’t want to touch it. I needed to stay in control.

The test! I had to test this.

So I took a shower. Washed my hair. Combed it out and left it down instead of braiding it.

Only then did I go downstairs.

I could hear the treadmill clearly from the basement. On the kitchen table, there was a note.

"Please don’t go out onto the patio, Star. The motion sensor picked something up. I reviewed the footage; it looked like just a cat, but better safe than sorry."

I walked over to the door and peeked out at the patio, scanning the garden beyond. Nothing. No cat. Nothing suspicious.

So I went back to the kitchen and started making breakfast for Hunter.

But the sensation was still there. Lingering. Building.

Like a rising tide, feverish feelings washed over me in pulsing waves. My body trembled slightly but constantly. It was hard to focus with thoughts of last night crowding in again and again.

Something had changed between me and Hunter. Our relationship had crossed some invisible but powerful line.

How was I supposed to look him in the eyes now? What kind of face was I supposed to make?

I knew it was silly, but the idea of him looking at me, remembering the way I offered him my big ass last night, was enough to make me want to hide under the table.

God, what a memory, though.

Before I knew it, I was replaying how it felt to have his tongue in me, the way it changed everything, rewiring me, how differently I experienced it from the past.

Maybe it was just one instance, one day, just a thin, fragile layer over the darker experiences I carried, but still, it was something monumental. Something I could cherish.

The way he paid attention to my hole, it sent a warm shiver down my spine, a flush of blood down through my body. I wanted him to do it again. Just thinking about it triggered a strong, pulsing twitch deep inside my passage.

These reactions were unfamiliar, but they were amazing. Like the first signs of spring after a long, brutal winter.

Did other omegas feel this kind of desire too?

I somehow managed to finish frying the bacon, though I was barely present.

My body wouldn’t stop humming with sensations of last night, like it was impatiently begging me to go find Hunter, or worse, to make an AO call for him.

That deep, primal omega mating call rising in my throat… a pleading to be filled to the brim.

Fuck! It was coming up!

I clamped a hand over my mouth and held it back.

But I realized I was standing there, squeezing my thighs together. Tight. My cock was still hard, pressed against my underwear.

Gritting my teeth, I wrestled with my own body. The heat was spreading fast, almost out of control.

What the hell, how had I gone from cold to hot in such a short time?

Yup. It was really starting. No denying it. The doctor had said heat could come within two months , but that meant it could happen anytime before then.

That one little word: within.

Shit. I squeezed my thighs together again.

Something like this could seriously affect the way things developed between me and Hunter.

My mind tried to focus on all the implications, tried to grasp the weight of it, but my body had other plans.

My thighs weren’t just squeezing anymore, my ass was aching to spread open.

Panic hit me as I realized my pelvis was tilting back uncontrollably, legs shifting on their own. That strange symptom had returned. Was it a wave?

As if it had a will of its own, my ass arched up all by itself.

It wanted… to be fucked.

Just to test it, I leaned over the kitchen counter, resting on my elbows and sticking my ass out behind me.

Nice. That position felt… right, shockingly good. Natural, even, like it was made for me, like this was how I was meant to stay.

It sounded insane, absurd. But I gave my hips a little shake anyway, just to see what would happen, side to side, slow and teasing. My hole reacted with eager pulses, opening up, ready for something more.

If Hunter walked in right now, would he laugh? Or would he pounce? Maybe I was hoping for the latter.

I must’ve looked ridiculous, bent over the counter with my ass out, completely forgetting about breakfast. But the truth was, I regretted never having gone through a proper heat before, because then I’d know how to handle this, what to expect, what to do, how to keep myself in check.

Instead, I was doomed to be tossed around by these waves of hormones and energy… constantly overwhelmed.

I reached back and grabbed a handful of my own ass, squeezing gently, then slid my hand down into my pants.

Fuck, I was soaked, my underwear was completely drenched. And before I was the king of dry asse s, for fuck’s sake!

My fingertip brushed my entrance, and even though I knew it wasn’t the best time, standing there in the kitchen where Hunter could walk in at any second, I couldn’t stop. My body didn’t care about risk.

Still, on pure will, I paused and listened closely.

The steady hum from the basement suggested the treadmill, though it could just as easily have been the pipes from the shower, since I remembered the small bathroom tucked away in the far wall down there. For the moment, at least, it felt safe.