Page 25 of Accept Me (Fate’s Choice #4)

I shut my eyes and let myself sink into the thrill of it, the sheer shamelessness. I was becoming something new, something wicked, a naughty little slut, fingering himself in the kitchen of his new husband, bent over the counter with his rear in the air.

Possibly, it was the risk that turned me on even more. If Hunter saw me now, he might think he’d signed the contract for some nympho omega. But the truth was, I was ninety-nine percent sure I had entered heat, or maybe the very early stages of it, which felt so alien to me.

Or wait. Was it the TM thing I had discovered yesterday? Could that have triggered this madness? My shut-down body gave itself a free pass for sex with my fated… I’d heard rumors that even proximity to one’s perfect mate could intensify hormonal spikes, but I didn’t know enough to be sure.

My fingers grew bolder, pressing deeper into my slick hole. The angle was awkward. I couldn’t quite reach my prostate, and it was driving me crazy.

My eyes landed on the vegetables nearby.

No. No way!

But the thought was already planted, pun intended.

A cucumber, of course. Predictable, but about the size of my dildo. That would be so naughty… shoving it in my ass, then later peeling it and serving it to Hunter like nothing had happened.

Twisted. Totally fucked up.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I stared at the poor innocent cucumber, my potential victim.

Then I made up my mind and grabbed it, pushed my pants down with one hand. With the other, I pressed the tip of the cucumber against my entrance; I was so wet and open that it slipped right in with no resistance.

I gasped at the cold sensation, but the length felt promising, long enough to reach my prostate. That thought alone gave me hope, encouraged me to keep going.

I pushed it deeper.

Yes. There. I had it.

The second I applied pressure, I nearly lost it. My knees buckled and a choked moan escaped my throat. The sensation was intense, way more than I had expected.

Even when I’d used my dildo before, my prostate had never seemed this sensitive. Fuck. I needed to keep going.

Breathing hard, I started fucking myself with the cucumber. Slow strokes at first, then deeper, driven by sheer hunger.

My heart was racing, precum pouring out of my dick in thick streams, soaking the fabric of my underwear even more. My breath came fast, shaky.

And maybe that’s why I didn’t hear Hunter’s footsteps.

"Don’t you dare stop."

The voice behind me was deep, hoarse, commanding.

I jolted so hard I almost lost my balance. I had to grab the edge of the counter to keep from collapsing. My fingers slipped off the cucumber, so it stayed inside me, shamelessly lodged in my ass, proving how far gone I was.

Hunter crossed the kitchen in just a few strides. He stood behind me like he was guarding the scene, making sure I didn’t pull it out, even though I tried, reaching back, panic rising. But his hand caught my wrist before I could do anything.

A soft sound escaped me, a weak whimper. I hadn’t meant to make it, but it came from somewhere inside, submissive, needy.

Hunter growled low in his throat. Not threatening, it was the kind of growl that said, hush, omega .

Then, to make it perfectly clear, he spoke.

"No, Star. I don’t want you to stop." Another soft growl. "I can scent you, I sensed you from downstairs. I woke up in a room full of your fragrance. I think your heat is starting."

His voice was a warm rumble against my back. I couldn’t look at him, just pressed my forehead against the counter. It felt pleasantly cold against my hot skin. My fists clenched, as I tried to fight the overwhelming desire to beg him, but to no avail.

"You do it," I heard myself say.

My vocal cords betrayed me. I hadn’t meant to vocalize my inner neediness, but if he joined in, then I wouldn’t be alone in this, I wouldn’t just be on display, I’d be part of something we shared.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out, voice shaky. "Seriously, I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I just can’t stop."

"All is perfect, Star. Young omegas can have very intense heats. Sometimes it hits without any warning…"

His voice was so wonderfully soothing, calming, full of experience and support. I felt like I could trust him, like I wanted to give him control over my trembling, flushed body.

I needed someone to guide me. Someone who knew what the hell was going on, because I was completely lost. I’d never read much about heats, avoiding any sex subjects on purpose, but now I was desperate for knowledge.

"What do I do? Tell me what I’m supposed to do, because I have no idea what’s going on with me, never felt like this before!"

I felt him lean in slightly. I could smell the body wash he’d used.

"It’s all natural, Star. Don’t be afraid. I’ll make sure you have everything you need. I promise I’ll take care of both your physical and emotional needs."

Still resting my forehead against the kitchen counter, I turned my hand over, palm up, inviting him to hold it. I felt his warm, dry fingers thread between mine.

"You’re going to be okay, Star," he said, his voice low and hoarse, with that deep, sensual undertone.

"It’s so soon. We’ve only known each other for, what, not even a week," I whispered, voice cracking, while at the same time my hole clenched tighter around the cucumber still inside me, as if to remind me there was work to be done.

"Everything’s happening exactly the way it’s meant to. The way Fate intended."

His words hung in the air. The way Fate intended ? Hello! If we really were TMs, then yeah… that’s exactly how it was. Fate’s Choice. But I wasn’t ready to say it out loud just yet.

That dirty little-not-so-little secret…

Maybe it was a bit strange that we both knew it, but neither of us said it. Like we were playing with the idea, keeping it sacred, keeping it exciting.

My hand, still entwined with his, began to guide his toward my ass. A moment later, I placed his palm on my left glute.

His fingers squeezed the soft flesh lightly, gently rocking it, like he wanted to enjoy the bounce. And I was enjoying it too, because every shift of my ass stirred subtle movements in my hole.

I felt Hunter’s fingers drifting lower, and I nearly gasped when he grabbed the base of the cucumber and moved it, just slightly.

I whimpered, wanting more, so much more.

He gripped it a little tighter, pulled it out just a bit, then pushed it back in smoothly. I moaned, long and breathy.

He did it again, and I already knew what was about to come out of my mouth, and I didn’t even try to stop it.

"I need," I choked out, "I need something warm. Inside. Right now."

"Something warm, baby? But that would be a lot thicker," Hunter murmured, voice dripping promises. His other hand came to rest on my waist, his thumb stroking along the curve of my lower back.

"Yes… that’s even better. Warm and thicker," I mumbled, pretty sure my face was now the color of a ripe plum.

"That sweet little hole of yours… almost a shame to stretch it so much."

"Stretch it out," I groaned, sinking deeper into the filth.

"Are you sure you want to trade something green for something in a much warmer shade?" he whispered, still toying with the cucumber inside me.

"Yes… yes," I murmured, the heat roaring through my veins, completely out of control.

A low sound rumbled from Hunter’s throat, the signature Appreciation .

"God, I’m loving this view. That pretty solid ass, in the middle of a kitchen, with a cucumber stuck inside… well, well," he mumbled. His fingers, which had been at the base of my spine, began to wander upward, slipping under my T-shirt, brushing along every vertebra with a teasing touch.

Then, in one firm, decisive move, Hunter yanked the shirt up and over my head.

My loose hair tumbled down my back like a silk curtain, but Hunter didn’t let it spread. He gathered it swiftly, almost like he’d trained for this, twisting it into a tight ponytail, and, gripping it by the handful, gently pulled my head back, leaning toward my ear.

"Ready to give yourself to your new husband?"

His voice had an authoritative edge. I should’ve been scared. But somehow, my body was immune to fear when it came to Hunter. I wanted to surrender to him, to let him take me wherever we needed to go.

His hand settled at the nape of my neck, in that ancient AO gesture, the one that defined roles, and promises. He was putting a claim on me.

His other hand slid down my stomach, heading for my cock, which, of course, was rock hard at this point.

"Well, what do we have here? Feels like solid steel," he murmured warmly. His voice had that erotic, relaxing vibration to it, and I just let go, closing my eyes and surrendering to his power.

"How many inches are we talking?"

"Six and a half," I whispered, embarrassed. "How about you?" I couldn’t believe I had the guts to ask.

"About four and a half more ," Hunter purred. His fingers glided up and down my shaft like he was playing a melody, while his other hand kept a steady, grounding hold on my neck. And I felt so good like that. Safe. Held. Ready to be… filled.

Yeah. Me. What a shift!

From scared to starving in just a few hours of a heat cycle kicking in.

"Almost like a purple alpha."

"Mmm. I have a feeling you’d like me to hit all those nice places deep inside."

There was a playful lilt in his voice. Normally I’d be freaking out. But right now I had that heat-type bravery.

"You’re so adorable, Star… I want you to make this decision with a clear head. Because once we cross that line, going back won’t be easy. For either of us. Star… I need your consent to follow the rut."

His fingers were still teasing me.

"I don’t know if anyone can make fully clear-headed choices during heat," I mumbled. "But I think it’s still early. My brain’s not totally fogged yet, so… yes. I give you my consent."