Masked Fate (Fated Love #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Soren

I hate that Pandora heard what Ebony said.

And I had lied to her.

If I’m being honest, I had known something like that had happened, and sometimes my nightmares send me blurry images of her touching me and then on top of me.

I’ve never told a soul about that. It’s my dirty secret I’ve kept closed behind a locked door in my mind.

I don’t want Pandora to feel any more guilt than what she already does, and what her family did to me isn’t on her.

She has carried enough burdens, and now I’m here to take over.

Right now, I have my little witch in my room, and I couldn’t be happier. I don’t want to push her because I know how skittish she is, so I need to play this carefully. Handing her one of my tunics to sleep in, she goes into the bathroom to get changed. Ignoring my hard cock, I can’t look away from her as she steps out. Her bare legs are perfectly shaped and toned, her round hips hidden by the material. Her black hair is messy like she’s just been fucked, and I’ve never wanted anyone more.

“You got a new bed?” she asks, touching the dark-wooden headboard.

“Yes, new everything. You’ll be the only one whos been in it,” I say softly, hoping to make her feel comfortable in what is now also her bedroom.

She stays silent, not giving anything away.

“Do you need anything?” I ask, wanting to reach out and touch her but stopping myself.

“No, I’m okay. What’s this?” she asks, picking up my black skull mask

My heart stops, and my dick gets somehow even harder.

Oh fuck.

I forgot to get rid of that.

This is going to send her running.

She traces the bone on the outside of the mask, frowning. “This is kind of scary.”

Clearing my throat, I contemplate how to answer. I don’t want any lies between us, but I also don’t want to give her any more reason to reject bonding with me. “I wear it sometimes when I…” Fuck. I’m not someone who ever feels uncomfortable, but this female has me sweating. I realize it’s because I’ve never really cared so much about what a woman has thought before.

Her eyes widen, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O.’ “You wear this when you fuck your submissives?”

Fuck, how does she know to call them that?

Sighing, I close the space between us, take the mask from her, and throw it in my wastebasket. “I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I like to be in control in the bedroom. If you don’t like that, it’s okay, though. I can be whatever you need me to be. And if I do something you don’t like, just tell me, and I will stop right away.”

I don’t know how I’d fight my nature, but for her, I’ll fucking try.

“Okay, I figured as much, but what do you like about wearing the mask?” she asks, her brow furrowing as she tries to understand.

“I like that it gives me anonymity, and the females know that I’m in the mood to play, I guess. I like control and being dominant. I like making rules and having them followed. I like pushing boundaries. And giving pleasure, mixed with a little bit of pain,” I explain, sliding my hand under her hair to grip the back of her neck, holding her in place so she can’t run or zip away from me without me following. “When I’m wearing the mask, I’m usually in the mood for a little more pain. But I would never do anything you don’t like, little witch.”

“There’s a lot to unpack there,” she says, blinking slowly. “Thanks for explaining it to me.”

She then lifts on her toes to press a kiss against the scar on my neck.

I shudder. “Fuck.”

With all the women I’ve been with, nothing has felt more intimate.

I’m not used to giving or receiving any affection like that. My pets are not allowed to touch me, so this kind of intimacy is all new to me.

I badly want this with her.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” she says, sliding the covers down and getting under the silk sheets.

Fuck!

Her.

In my bed.

Admiring the view for a few seconds, I strip off my clothes and slide in beside her.

“Soren, you’re naked?” she whisper-yells. “Can’t you at least put on some shorts or something?”

“This is how I sleep every night,” I reply, smirking. “We should show each other our true selves now that we are mates, don’t you think?”

She rolls her eyes. “Just keep your true self away from me because right now, it’s poking me in my side.”

Laughing, with my hand on my cock, I move it away from her. “Just ignore it, little witch. I will be until you are ready to let me fuck you and make you come over and over again. You’ll be screaming my name. Fuck! I can’t wait to taste you.”

Turning to my side, I gently hold her hips and bring her back against my chest so I’m the big spoon. She sighs, and I moan softly as she wiggles her round ass against me.

She mutters something under her breath.

“What did you say?” I ask her.

“I said stop trying to tempt me with that monster cock of yours,” she repeats, her tone husky.

Fuck .

My fingers slide over the curve of her breasts as I kiss the side of her neck. I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want her right now. “Can I make you come, little witch? Let me take care of you.”

She gasps as I softly pinch her nipples. “Soren—”

“Say yes,” I rasp against her ear, biting her lobe.

I feel the shiver that runs down her spine.

And the second she gasps out, “Yes,” I throw off the sheets, roll her onto her back, and spread her thighs.

“Take it off,” I demand, pulling the tunic, wanting her bare.

She listens like a good little witch, pulling it over her head.

Sitting back, I take a moment to admire the perfection that is my mate. “You are perfect,” I praise, looking her in the eyes as I lower my face to her smooth pussy. Fates, she smells good, and she’s so wet I know she wants this as much as I do.

Licking her slowly, my eyes close at the first taste on my tongue. “So fucking sweet.” I moan, gripping the backs of her thighs and laying down flat on my stomach, getting comfortable.

I’m going to be here for a while.

Watching her closely, not wanting to miss any of her reactions, I spread her thighs farther and taste her again, my mouth devouring her.

“Oh fates. Okay, you’re good at that,” she mumbles, making me smirk.

She moans my name, and I lose all control.

Sucking on her clit, I slide two fingers up to my knuckles inside her, curling them while my lips and tongue take all she has to offer.

“Fuck, Soren,” she moans, her orgasm hitting her. Her thighs shake, and her fingers find my hair, pulling on the strands. Her back arches beautifully, and I’ve never seen a more erotic sight.

When she lies back limply, wave after wave of pleasure wrung from her, I kiss her inner thighs to give her a small break before my mouth is back at her pussy, licking all her sweet juices.

Fuck.

I’m glad I saved this for her.

I flip her onto her stomach. My fingers grip her ass as I lower my head and continue licking her from behind. I’m hard as a fucking rock, but this is about her.

“I could do this all night,” I growl, playing with her clit. My face is wet, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Soren,” she whimpers, her thighs starting to tremble again.

“Come for me, little witch,” I growl, and her body listens, her sexy moans even louder than before. “So you can follow orders.”

“Fuck,” she grits out, her fingers clenching onto the mattress.

Gripping her with my palm wrapped around her nape, I lift her so she’s sitting on my thighs and kiss the side of her neck. She’s still panting, her breasts rising with each breath.

Reaching between us, I palm her pussy possessively, then start to stroke her again. She rests her head back against my shoulder. “I can’t take anymore.”

“You’ll take what you’re given,” I whisper, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I want everyone to know who she belongs to.

Even if she isn’t ready to admit it to herself yet.

My cock slides against her wetness, and I groan.

“Fuck me,” she begs, pushing back against me. “I want you inside me. Now .”

“Tonight is just for you,” I reply, but there’s no conviction in my tone. I want her so fucking badly.

She takes me into her hand and pushes me inside her, bearing down on me. And then she starts to move, and I’m lost to her. “Once I fuck this pussy, it’s mine and only mine . Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

With my hand around her throat, I fuck her slowly, savoring the moment, my lips never leaving her skin.

Magic surges all around us, enticing us to complete the bond.

As hard as it is, I ignore the golden glow.

I want all of her, but only when she’s ready.

“You’re to come for me again, aren’t you, little witch?” I command in a husky tone.

“Yes, yes.” She sighs.

“That’s my good girl.”

I want to fuck her into submission until she knows she’s mine and no other male will ever have her.

If she didn’t have all of me before…

… she sure as hell does now.