Masked Fate (Fated Love #3)

CHAPTER SIX

Soren

“Declan has agreed to Milana marrying Axe, becoming the next Incubus Queen,” I tell Rave and Astrid. We’re sitting outside at one of the outdoor tables, eating dinner and drinking a glass of wine. “Apparently, Zython owed Declan a life debt, and the only thing he wanted was your hand in marriage, Astrid.”

“Is that a nice way of saying he wanted me to have his children for his bloodline?” she replies in a dry tone, sadness flickering in her hazel eyes at the mention of her father.

“Yes,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “And that’s without him knowing about your angel blood. But Zython didn’t want to agree to that, Milana said. In the end, he told Zython that if he didn’t hand you over, he was going to kill you and Axe.”

“Why does this Declan hold so much power?” Rave asks, his gaze gently tracing over his mate. “We should kill him, just like I told you. Anyone who is a threat to what’s mine needs to die.”

Ah, Rave. He’s a simple male.

And very violent.

“Well, there’s the army of misfits he commands, warriors all from different kingdoms. We wouldn’t exactly know what we’d be up against, but I think we could pull it off,” I admit, tapping my finger against the glass in my hand. “I asked Milana what magic her father holds. Apparently, this is a big secret because it’s not common knowledge.”

“And?” Rave presses, leaning forward.

“He has mind manipulation,” I tell him, studying Astrid. “And I think he got into Zython’s head. I don’t think he would willingly betray his only daughter. And from what Milana said, Declan is extremely strong. We need to make sure our mind barriers are ready before we go up against him.”

Her eyes widen and spark with something that looks like hope. “So you think that maybe he didn’t betray me?”

“I don’t know,” I admit, not wanting her to get ahead of herself before we have all the facts. “But it’s something for us to consider.”

“Pandora said Salem was there,” she muses, studying me. “How did that go?”

As soon as we zipped back to Aravelle, the witch spoke with Astrid and returned to Allyria, the Witch Kingdom. She couldn’t seem to get away from me fast enough, which is fine by me.

“He tried to pull some possessive shit, but Saylor distracted him, and we got out of there,” I explain, smirking at the narrow-eyed look Astrid sends Rave. “Don’t worry, your precious little witch is fine.”

“Saylor? Isn’t that Salem’s sister you slept with?” she asks Rave, wrinkling her nose.

A muscle feathers in his jaw, and I know the second we are alone, he’s going to kill me for bringing this up. “One time. I slept with her one time , and it was a long time ago.”

He took her virginity, but there’s no way in hell I’m bringing that up. I like to tease and stir shit sometimes, but I don’t have a death wish. With the tension suddenly rising, I decide to excuse myself and head back to my room, where I have a little surprise waiting for me for dessert. I’d chosen the largest room on the first floor for a reason—I can easily sneak women in and out without anyone seeing. Using magic to unlock my door, I step inside my dimly lit room to find the fae exactly where I left her, hands tied to the headboard, her creamy legs spread and waiting for me. A little whimper escapes her lips when she notices me, and she spreads her thighs even farther apart.

What a good girl.

Without saying a word, I undress, removing each item of clothing methodically, folding it, and placing it on my dresser. I put on my skull mask, letting her know that the scene is in session. The sexual tension in the room is almost as thick as my hardening cock. I might only spend one night with each female, but that doesn’t mean I only fuck them once. I’ve already spent this afternoon getting my fill of the pretty little blonde, and by the time the sun rises, she will be thoroughly fucked and out of my system. What I don’t do is let them sleep over. When we’re done fucking, they leave. I can’t sleep around anyone I don’t trust, and I will never let my guard down in that way.

She doesn’t speak until spoken to. She has a safe word and knows that using it will stop any games between us. I kneel on the bed, moving to straddle her. She licks her lips as she takes in my naked body, her eyes pausing on the piercing that goes below the head of my cock.

She opens her mouth but then closes it, licking her lips.

“You may speak, pet.”

She swallows hard, her eyes still on my body. “Pl-please fuck me, Master,” she begs.

Sitting back, I trail my fingers down her breasts, pinching her nipples before lifting my hands to untie her. She rubs her wrists, then looks up at me, waiting for my next command.

“On your knees,” I command, giving her enough space to roll over. “Ass in the air, pet. You know how I like it.”

She lifts her round ass in the air, thighs apart so I can see both holes. I tap her smooth pussy, finding her already wet and ready for me. As tempting as she looks, I won’t put my mouth on her. Not on her lips or her cunt. I never do. I had to save something for my fated mate besides the words ‘I love you,’ and her pussy will be the only one that has me worshiping her in that way. I’ve asked myself over the years what I would do if my mate didn’t like being dominated and controlled in the bedroom. Being this way, it’s a part of me now, but it hasn’t always been.

Only since I unwillingly lost control did I have the consuming need to take it back.

What I really fucking got off on in the bedroom, though, is pleasing my woman. I love making them come over and over a-fucking-gain until they can barely walk out of here.

Sliding two fingers inside her, I tease her until she’s panting and begging for more. “Please, Master, I need more!”

“You’ll get what you’re given,” I grumble, spanking her ass so hard she falls forward onto the mattress. She gets even wetter, her juices dripping down my fingers.

And then I grab my whip off the wall and give her what she really wants.