Page 75 of Dream Mates (Into The Parallel Omegaverse #2)

Chapter Fifty

Spencer

A fter she ended the call with Wes, Grace continued to sob against my chest, setting off every alpha instinct I had to calm my mate and make her happy.

My mind also spun, trying to process everything that had happened back there in the parking lot. I had nothing to do with it. Adriana had just admitted that Elaris’ accident might have been murder. I’d have the professionals look into it later. First, I had to attend to Grace.

“Tell me everything, Darling?” I needed to figure this out.

Grace told me what happened. None of this did anything to diffuse my simmering anger. How could they?

“This at least solves why Rosalind didn’t want me to be good at math. She knew that the mathematical theories were real. And if I managed to get back…” Grace grimaced. “I mean, I understand not wanting to tell me the truth, but there had to be better ways than hurting me.”

And making her forget her mate. A horrible, terrible thing.

“She’s gone, and you’re here with us where you belong,” I soothed. Now that was the type of brutal behavior that caused wars and genocides. The sort that condemned entire designations.

But not all were like that. The bit of information Wes dug up on Thora Silvers led me to believe she was just an ordinary young woman.

If you looked at the data, most sigmas, or omicrons, for that matter, really weren’t that different temperament-wise from alphas.

Society accepted alpha temperaments–violence, possessiveness, and anger issues included.

Not to mention there were alphas who did very bad things. It wasn’t like getting rid of certain designations eliminated all the horrible things in the world.

Maybe it truly was time to revisit Elaris’ research and find someone willing to take it on.

“Who’s Cassidy?” she asked.

“It’s a record with similar information to yours that was flagged as a possible duplicate.

I am guessing that after Adriana sold you to Rosalind, she had a fake record made for you.

If she was on the run from the law, and couldn’t assume your mother’s identity, a child would at least change her profile,” I told her.

“She took the money, you, and ran. Yet then somehow ended up in your world. I haven’t heard of naturally occurring portals accidentally taking people to other worlds, so it would be deliberate. But how? ”

“All I can think of is that somehow your dad and Dr. K actually sent some sigmas to other worlds, and Rosalind and I were part of that?” she sniffed.

“That was my thought as well.” I could also see my father and Dr. K prioritizing families, considering both had children themselves.

Poor, sweet Grace. That woman had known Grace could become an omega. She probably saw, and smelled, the signs–and squashed them . Brutally and painfully.

I texted Wes to see what he could find out about Rosalind and if he could discover a connection to my father or Dr. K. While we’d found the missing piece, we’d uncovered an entire new puzzle.

Grace had mentioned that there were all sorts of worlds . If my father was taking sigmas and putting them in worlds they might be unsuitable for, well, then I could see how the Temporal Authority might get a little upset.

“I’m right here,” I assured Grace, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, her jaw, her neck, while running my hands up and down her mostly naked body, grounding her, covering her in my scent, making sure she knew that I was here and would care for her.

“Drink some water?” I handed her a bottle of water and cleaned my hands with a packet of wipes. Because I knew what was coming.

Also, I needed to reassure myself that she was here, with me, and I would make everything okay. Somehow.

“I want…” Her sob turned to a whine, as her ass, only clad in a bikini bottom, ground against me, though she did drink half the bottle of water.

I checked to make sure the privacy window was up.

“Tell me what you need, Baby Girl?” I breathed in her ear as I pressed my thigh into her. “Tell me or give me permission to give you what you need.”

Nipping her pulse, I worked my way down to her bite mark and lavished it with attention.

A shudder ran through her body and her scent spiked with sweet desire and arousal. Purring, I undid her top.

“He can’t see us, but he can hear us if you’re loud. Now tell me what you need,” I instructed.

“You,” she moaned, taking my lips with hers. Her scent poured down my throat as I took it in like a man dying of thirst.

“Then I’ll give it to you,” I breathed, sucking on her neck as I removed the rest of her clothes, leaving them on the floor of the car.

What I wanted was to rail her long and hard, over and over, as my sweet darling screamed my name. That would have to wait. First things first.

Positioning her so her back was to the seat, I held her in my arms. I caressed her naked body with my mouth, my hands, finally thrusting two fingers, curling them inside her in just the right place to make her squeal.

A happy squeal ripped from her lips. I covered them with my own.

“Shhh,” I murmured, as I pumped my fingers, thumb finding her clit. “Come as much as you need, but quietly.”

The anxiety and tension in her body melted away as she rode my fingers, her lips feasting on mine, the air filling with the scent of her peaches, my leather, and both of our arousals–along with those sweet caramel wisps that appeared when she was especially wanting her alpha. Fuck me, Alpha.

Oh, darling, I will.

My fingers continue to glide and rub her to her peak, my lips swallowing her sweet cry as the orgasm took her.

“You look so beautiful when you come,” I praised, stroking her through the aftershocks.

“I want you inside me,” she murmured, arching her back.

“Oh, I will. I’ll absolutely knot you, then let you nap on my cock all the way back to the hotel,” I told her, meeting her eyes, cupping her face with my hand.

I leaned in for a kiss, then nipped the bond mark ever so gently, making her jump.

“But first I’m going to taste you.” Settling her on the seat, I sank down so that I was on the floor in front of her–with the perfect view of her sweet pussy. Leaning in, I flicked her clit with my tongue.

A whimper escaped her lips. “Please, Alpha.”

“You’re so wet for me,” I crooned, tasting her again, deeper this time, as two fingers went back to work.

Continuing to eat her like dessert, she rode my hand, moaning with pleasure, dripping with wetness as she contracted around me. I pushed another finger into her passage, stretching her, curling them to make her squirm just so, my other hand toying with her nipple, kneading it gently.

“Oh, yes, Alpha, more,” she groaned, eyes closed, her hands tangling in my hair.

“More? Mmmm.” I nipped her clit with my teeth, to distract her as I worked a fourth finger into her, moving them in and out of her pussy as I continued to suck on her clit, focusing on bringing her pleasure, making her come.

Happy noises filled the car.

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

Taking my fingers, I dug the tips into that spot that I knew would make her come. Another moan escaped her lips as she rewarded me by spasming around my hand, bliss covering her face.

“Come again for me,” I whispered into her clit, as I stroked her insides over and over.

“There, right there.” Her body bucked, spasming with orgasm.

“So good. Show me how good you can take me,” I breathed, devouring her juices, which had taken on an even sweeter flavor than usual.

Taking advantage of her wetness, I began working my thumb into her pussy, watching closely for any signs of pain or fear. Her back arched. The only look on her face was that of sheer and utter desire.

“Don’t stop, Alpha, please,” she begged again, one hand still in my hair.

“I’m just getting started,” I assured, as I slowly eased my knuckles through her entrance, while teasing her clit with my tongue, my free hand moving down her body, settling around her hip.

Her pussy clamped down on my hand as I worked it in.

“Yes, yes,” she groaned.

“Take a deep breath, Darling,” I told her, giving her clit another nip, my hand on her hip clamping down. Slowly, gently, I curled the hand inside her into a ball. I brought my fisted hand down just enough to trigger those muscles near the entrance of her pussy, the ones that craved a knot.

“Alpha,” she gasped, as it hit just the right spot, body trembling, as liquid gushed out of her, running down my arm.

“You take my fist so good.” A primal growl rumbled low and deep in my throat, as I moved my fist back in fully, taking it as deep as I could. My knuckles softly rubbed her insides, then went down to that spot and back again, claiming her with my hand. Mine.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too.” I pumped faster and faster, adding the occasional twist when the heel of my hand hit her entrance. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her. Slick, or something very close to it gushed out of her as she surrendered completely to me.

Mine.

More happy noises filled the car. My dick strained against my pants. Yet another orgasm wrecked her. This time, instead of continuing to work my fist inside her, I stopped moving. Opening my fist, and holding still, I sat up slightly to bring her to me until her body stopped trembling.

Her lips attacked mine. As I kissed her, I made my hand as small as I could, slowly easing it out of her.

A needy whine slipped from her lips when my hand finally pulled free.

“Do you need more?” I asked her, moving my lips to her throat as I wiped my dripping hand on the edge of her coverup.

“Knot me, please, I need you, Alpha,” she begged.

“You have me. I’m all yours.” Unzipping my pants, I repositioned her so that she was now also kneeling on the floor of the limo, me behind her.