Submitting to Fate (A Collection of Strays Book 5)

by Toby Wise

  Everything about the man in my lap is the same as always, yet somehow totally different. This is still Wyn, still my mate. But this is a new side of him. The more I watch him play with me, the more I see the difference. Idris holds himself different, demands respect because he knows he deserves it. Somehow, my brain clicks with Idris being in charge of me and my body follows by going lax under him. I know he’ll take care of me, I have nothing to worry about but what Idris wants of me.

  As Idris moves lower, I open my thighs, giving him a place to kneel. He helps me out of my boxers, leaving me completely bare. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, a complete opposite to Idris as he wracks his gaze over me, still fully clothed. “You’re beautiful,” he says and the praise somehow goes straight to my cock, filling my body with pleasure. “And you’re mine.”

  “Yes,” I grit out through clenched teeth, wishing he would just fucking touch me already. “Yours, Idris.”

  Idris smiles down at me as he watches me struggle, fighting against my restrained wrists. “Shh,” he shushes, making me calm down. “I’m gonna take care of you.” I swallow at the words, feeling them in my very soul. Idris picks up the blindfold. “Are you still okay with this?”

  “Yes,” I say right away, anticipation somehow growing even further. I feel strung out, waiting for my next hit. Idris leans down. As my eyes flutter closed, I feel him leave the briefest kiss against each of my eyelids before the blindfold is being placed over my eyes. The world around me is dark but I feel no fear or trepidation, I know my mate is here.

  His hands skim down my chest and over my belly, forcing my body to respond. My hips move up off the bed, chasing the touch, silently begging for more. But the moment I move, Idris’ hands pull away. I let out a whine that has him chuckling darkly.

  “Who’s in charge?” he asks, his voice somehow even darker, huskier. I can just imagine how bright his blue eyes look right now, how his amusement would be showing on his lips.

  “You are,” I say through a pant. My body is a live wire, ready to spark the moment he touches me again. With the blindfold, I can’t see it coming and it heightens my other senses, making his touch even hotter. Every single touch and breath is a surprise leaving me jonesing for the next.

  “That’s right, Everett. I’m in charge.” Then he wraps his hand around my erection and all rational thought leaves me. Pleasure races through me as he strokes me, oh so slowly. “Tell me when you’re close. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Idris. I understand,” I tell him, only to be choked with a moan as my cock is engulfed with slick heat. Idris’ mouth is heaven as it slides up and down my cock. He moans around me, the vibrations only heightening my pleasure. “Fuck,” I grit out, trying to keep my hips still as best as I can. I wanna be good for Idris.

  It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to creep up on me. Idris’ mouth is so good as he works me over. “I’m close,” I murmur, my hands clenching and unclenching. “Idris, I’m so close.”

  Idris pulls his mouth off just before I come, leaving me aching and throbbing. “Fuck,” I grit out as my orgasm recedes, leaving me wanting more. My cock aches with how much I wanted to come but I breathe through it, trying to calm my racing heart.

  “So good,” Idris whispers, his hands stroking up and down my inner thighs. “So good for me. You look so sexy like this, Everett. All laid out for me, flushed, begging.”

  A jolt runs through me, making me arch my spine. I’m good. I’m sexy. I’m his.

  “Please,” I beg, not really knowing what I’m begging for but needing more.

  “I’ve got you,” Idris soothes. There’s a rustling of clothing before Idris is straddling my lap. His hand finds my cock, stroking me gently a few times before he lines his cock up with my own. When his hand comes back again it’s wet, making our frottage glide together better.

  I hiss as he tightens his hand, my toes curling in the sheets. Fuck, it feels so fucking good.

  “You have to tell me before you come again, Everett.”

  “Okay,” I say, nodding my head vigorously, hoping he won’t stop touching me. “I’ll be good. I’ll tell you.”

  When I feel Idris at my throat, I tip my head back, giving him access. He licks across my sensitive skin and I moan. When he kisses the mating mark by my clavicle, I feel my balls draw up tight to my body, getting ready to release. “Fuck. You have to stop,” I moan out. “Too close.”

  With that, Idris lets go of my cock, my orgasm just out of reach for a second time. Frustration thrums just under my skin but I push it down, knowing I’ll eventually get to come. My skin grows tacky with my sweat as I calm down again, my breathing labored, my heart racing.

  “Gods,” Idris says, his voice coming out so settled, so in control. “You’re absolutely perfect, aren’t you, Everett.”

  I clear my throat before murmuring, “first time anyone’s said that about me.”

  Idris’ lips move over my throat until his lips are placed against my ear. “I have a feeling it won’t be the last. Are you enjoying yourself?” Idris asks, his voice making me shudder beneath him. “Because this is everything I hoped it would be. You’re so good, Everett. You submit so beautifully.”

  My body relaxes under Idris’ mouth, just letting myself feel. My head starts to clear, all the worry and buzzing slowly fading until all I can hear is Idris’ voice praising me. I feel amazing, uncaring that my cock is still hard. As long as Idris keeps telling me how good I’m being, I could keep doing this all night.

  Idris on the other hand, has different plans for me. “Are you ready for more? How much can you take?”

  “Anything,” I say without hesitation. “Everything. I trust you, Idris.”

  His hand pumps my cock. I can feel the way it drools with precum, the way it drips down onto my belly. Idris leans over me, using his tongue and his teeth to play with my nipples. “Oh, fuck,” I cry out as he bites down, lightning bolts of pleasure making me arch my back. I wonder if this is how he would feel if I tongued at his pierced nipples. The thought leaves just as fast as it came as he bites down a little harder, forcing a cry of pleasure from my throat.

  “So beautiful,” he whispers before taking my lips in a kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, demanding control. I don’t fight it, letting him have access, letting him fuck into my mouth with his tongue. I feel completely possessed. I’m no longer Rhett, only Idris’ Everett. My breath stutters as Idris draws me closer and closer to the edge. I’m so close. So fucking close Just a little--

  “Stop,” I force myself to say just barely in time. When Idris’ hand pulls away I let out a noise I don’t even recognize. My orgasm was so fucking close, just barely out of reach. I can feel tears wet the inside of the blindfold but I don’t care, I literally can’t. My body feels so tense I might snap, my dick throbs painfully, my entire body is pulled tight and the barest of touch will set me off. “Fuck,” I grit out through clenched teeth. My hands are fisted tightly together as my orgasm fades away, leaving me wrung out and needy.

  “That was so good,” Idris tells me and I sink against the bed little by little. “You did so well. You told me when to stop even though I could tell you didn’t want to. You were so perfect for me, Everett. You’re making me so happy.”

  I let out a whine, unable to articulate, too lost in Idris. “I’ve got you,” he says gently, moving in my lap. “This is your reward for being so good.” My entire body jolts as Idris slides down my cock, fucking himself down until his ass is against my lap. Everything in me wants to move, to fuck my hips up, to cry out for my mate. Instead, I sink against the mattress, wanting to be good.

  “Oh gods,” Idris murmurs as he swivels his hips. “You feel so good. You fill me up so well. So perfect.” The more Idris praises me, the more I sink. I close my eyes behind the blindfold, my mind relaxing in a sharp contrast to how my body tenses. All of my nerves are frayed and exposed, my orgasm rushing towards me once more. My knot begins to grow, catchi
ng on Idris’ rim.

  “Idris,” I breathe, hoping he knows what I mean by the single word. I say it like a prayer, like it’s the only thing I know, the only thing my brain can latch onto. Desperation makes my eyes grow moist with more tears. I need. I want. But I trust in Idris.

  “I’m so close,” Idris tells me and my chest eases. “You’re perfect. My mate. My alpha.” Idris makes a noise of pleasure as I feel his come splash against my belly and my chest. I don’t know how long I can keep my orgasm at bay. I want to come so badly, want it more than I want to breathe. I’ve never felt so desperate in my entire life. In this moment, I know I would do or say anything.

  Idris’ hands find my mating mark. He digs his nails in before telling me, “come, Everett. Knot me and come inside me.”

  Everything snaps, all at once. I arch off the bed, my hips coming up as my knot finally catches fully. Idris’ hot walls clench down, milking my orgasm right out of me. Pleasure zaps through my body, leaving me completely wrung out. My mind is completely blank. All I know is Idris. All I know is pleasure. All I know is peace. I was good for my mate. I was good for Idris. I did well. I did perfect. I was perfect.

  I close my eyes and float, this feeling all encompassing. It envelops me until I’m filled with warmth. Idris was right. I needed this more than I could ever describe in words. I feel like I’m soaring high up in the clouds with my dragon, the wind gently keeping me afloat. I sigh as I sink into the feeling. This is perfect and I’m happy to have been able to experience this with my mate.

  Chapter Eight

  Wyn

  I sit in Rhett’s lap, just watching him. I’ve already taken his blindfold off and released his wrists. His knot is still locked in my ass, a snug fit that leaves me feeling warm all over. Rhett’s lids flicker as he experiences that wonderful floating feeling of subspace for the first time. He’s so beautiful, so trusting. I feel so blessed to have experienced this with him, promising to never take this trust for granted. We have a long way to go but sharing this together has cemented things for me, made me open my eyes.

  “Hey,” Rhett breathes as his eyes slowly blink open. His mouth is stretched into a goofy smile, still feeling the high of endorphins and I’m powerless not to smile back.

  “Hey,” I mirror him, my voice barely above a whisper. The room is so still, so quiet as we gaze at each other. My chest is warm, more content than it’s been in a really long time. Seeing Rhett go under was exactly what I needed to calm the raging storm inside of me.

  My hand gently caresses his check and he leans into the touch. His brown eyes are still glassy as he watches me, still so full of trust. My eyes prickle with unshed tears at the sight and I have to duck my head down, tucking it just below his throat. Rhett’s arms come around my back, holding me tight. It’s nice.

  “So,” he whispers and I can hear the smile on his lips. “Are you Wyn again?”

  I snort, amusement rising up inside of me. “Yeah. I’m Wyn again.”

  “Awesome.” His hands run up and down my spine, making me practically melt against his chest. I fit so perfectly against him. On the one hand, this moment is precious and amazing. I should be happy. But on the other hand, my chest aches. This moment is reminding me of Gideon. How dare I think of another alpha while with my true mate. That’s not fair to either of them. I shiver, feeling guilt claw at my throat.

  “What we just did,” Rhett starts, his hands never stopping their path up and down my back. “Gods, Wyn. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

  “How do you feel?”

  “I feel--” he pauses to lick his lips. I pull back in order to look at his face, finding his eyes borderline wild as he looks at me, trying to convey his feelings. “My head feels quiet.”

  I close my eyes, letting out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. Hearing that is everything. It’s exactly what I wanted to give him. “Good,” I tell him. “You were so brilliant. So beautiful.”

  “I umm, I like that,” Rhett confesses. “When you praise me like that. Never had that before and it feels good.”

  Running one of my hands through his hair I say, “I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

  “Oh,” he breathes, his eyes registering shock before softening. “Oh. Yeah. That’s good.”

  The moment Rhett’s knot softens, I pull my hips away, grimacing at the feeling of him sliding out of me. I pick up one of my old shirts from the ground, using it to clean both of us off as best as I can before flopping down beside him. I turn my back to him, sighing in relief when he spoons up behind me, his arms around me, holding me.

  “Wyn. We didn’t use a condom.”

  “I know,” I say with a resigned sigh. “We won’t be needing them for a while.”

  “Cause you’re on birth control, right?”

  I clench my eyes shut, that frustration rising back up inside of me. Instead of finding some tact, I just blurt it out. “I’m pregnant.” I can feel the way Rhett freezes behind me, his entire body going rigid. “Mhmm,” I hum, only just barely keeping my eyes from rolling. “Cameron told me earlier today. It’s why I’m so fucking frustrated. You used a condom and I was on birth control and it still somehow happened. It’s why I feel like my life is completely out of fucking control.”

  “Hey,” he whispers, his nose buried in my hair. He kisses me, his hand reaching up to entwine with mine. “It’ll be okay.”

  “Right,” I say with a snort. “Because you’re the type to want a baby.”

  “I’m. Well. I’m not going to lie and say I’m not scared shitless. I’ll probably be the worst dad and fuck it all up but I’m still here. I’m still gonna try.”

  My heart aches more than I know how to deal with. There’s a giant boulder resting in the center of my chest and all I wanna do is shove it away, but it’s crushing me. I suck in a shaky breath and Rhett’s arms tighten around me in response. “Sorry,” I say brokenly, trying to get myself under control.

  “It’s okay,” Rhett whispers into my hair. “You’re not alone. I’m not going anywhere. And I’m sorry Lady Fate stuck you with me. I know I’m not--”

  I cut him off. “It’s not that. You’re great, Rhett.” I clear my throat. “You’re beautiful and you’re sassy and you’re a brat. But I like all those things about you. And I know you’re a good guy. I’ve heard stories from Cameron and from Charlie. Hell, I’ve even heard some stories from Dakota now.” My heart begins to race and my palms grow tacky with sweat. “It’s me. I’m the problem.”

  “You’re not,” Rhett says straight away. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

  There’s a moment of silence as I find my bravery. “There’s something I wanna tell you.”

  Rhett’s hand begins to run up and down my upper arm, soothing me, helping my muscles to lose some of the tension they’d gained. Here, in my room, under my covers, I find the bravery to make a confession. The sky has slowly turned dark, making confessions easier somehow. “Anything.”

  “I used to be mated,” I whisper into the dark, glad that Rhett can’t see my face and I can’t see his. “It was a long time ago. And he’s gone now. But yeah. You’re umm, you’re not my first mate, Rhett.”

  “That’s okay,” he whispers, surprising me when he moves his mouth away from my hair onto the back of my neck. I make a noise at the back of my throat when he kisses Gideon’s mating bite, like a silent acceptance of that part of me. A single tear slides down my face at the gesture. “I was mated too. Well. Close enough anyways. They’ll always be a part of us, for better in your case, in worse for mine.” I feel him shake his head. “But we have each other now. And any time you wanna talk about him you can. You shouldn’t forget him.”

  We lay in silence after that. Rhett holds me as I silently cry. Eventually, we both fall asleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Rhett

  I burst through my brother’s door, only pausing for half a second to wonder if I should have knocked. But hey, they’r
e parents now, it’s unlikely they’re boning on the couch. Right?

  “Cheese on a cracker, Rhett,” Frankie, my twin’s mate, calls out from the kitchen, poking his head through the doorway with a scowl. “You scared the bejesus outa me! What if I’d been naked?”

  “Who’s naked?” Elwood asks, coming into the room while juggling his twins, one on each shoulder.

  “No one,” Frankie says with a pout. “But someone could have been! What if it had been nap time and we’d been getting frisky on the couch?”

  Elwood shakes his head, giving Frankie a fond look. These two are so perfect for each other it makes my heart happy. For a long time I was angry at Lady Fate, determined to prove she had no clue what the fuck she was doing. But then I saw the way she brought these two together, saw the way they fit and I just knew she was real and watching out.

  “Alright, alright,” I tell them, waving my hand. “I’ll knock from now on.”

  Lucian and Levi seem to finally realize my presence. They squirm out of Elwood’s grasp, walking over to me on little chubby legs. At two and a half they’re walking and babbling and causing all sorts of trouble, I couldn’t be any prouder. I kneel on the floor, wrapping my arms around them both and hugging them tight. “Uncle Rhett!” they scream in their little toddler voices that I’ve come to love and adore so much.

  Levi snuggles below my neck, wanting me to pick him up while Lucian gets his hug and then runs over to his toys in the living room, finding a truck to scoot around on the floor. These twins couldn’t be more different, so much like Elwood and I.

  “When’s your mate coming?” Frankie asks as I follow him into the kitchen area. I sit at the table, wrapping my hand around Levi’s back, running it up and down his spine. He melts against me. He loves being snuggled and held.