Masked Fate (Fated Love #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Soren

The way she’s looking at me right now makes me want to give her anything she wants. But fuck, she needs to know that she’s mine and can’t go around letting other males touch her. She needs to bond with me, so I can stop feeling so fucking crazy, and we can both be connected in that way for the rest of our lives. Given our past, I haven’t wanted to push her, but there’s only so much I can take. The golden glow of magic surrounding us is a reminder of the big golden-fucking-elephant in the room.

We should be sealing the deal, so to speak, and bonding our magic and lives together for eternity.

I don’t know how I went from a commitment-phobe and not even fucking a female for more than one night to wanting to get on my knees and beg her, but here we are. How the mighty have fallen.

Bringing my mouth back to her sweet, juicy cunt, I bring her to the edge over and over again, but I don’t let her finish. I almost came when I could feel how wet she was from the paddle, her beautiful ass hot and red.

She loved it.

And she’s going to love this too.

She pleads, begs, and moans so loudly that I’m hard as a fucking rock, but I keep on edging her. I know she thinks I’m punishing her, and maybe I am, but when I do let her come, it’s going to feel so fucking good for her, and she’s going to love it. I’m going to make sure I’ll be the only one she wants for the rest of her life.

“Soren,” she hisses, pushing my head onto her pussy and lifting her hips. “Please, I won’t let him touch me again. I need to come!”

“Such a greedy girl,” I say against her inner thigh, nibbling the soft skin there. Then I lift her in my arms, her legs wrapped around me, and push her back against the wall. Bringing my lips to her ear, I whisper in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replies, kissing down my neck. “Please, use me.”

“I’m going easy on you, little witch. Next time, I won’t be so forgiving,” I warn before I slide inside her in one hard thrust. Her arms twine around my neck, holding onto me while I start to drive into her, deep and slow. I can feel the second she comes on my cock, squeezing around me as she starts to scream louder than ever before. I can’t take my eyes off her face. Her cries then turn into whimpers as I keep fucking her, harder now, the loud sounds of our bodies slapping against each other filling the room.

“I want you to bond with me, little witch,” I growl, my hand gripping the side of her throat as I look into her beautiful violet eyes. The magic coils around us, drowning us in its golden glow. “I want this, you, forever. Not right now, but soon.”

I’ve never pressured her about this, and it could work for or against me.

“Soon,” she agrees, giving me a small smile, and hope fills my chest.

I feel nothing but pure relief.

She’s going to be mine.

My strokes soon build to a brutal rhythm.

Feeling the familiar tingle in my balls, I come inside her with a deep growl, then rest my forehead against hers, still inside her. “I love you, Pandora.”

Her eyes widen, and she plants a gentle kiss on my lips. “They say there’s a fine line between love and hate.”

“I never hated you.”

“Soren—”

“I’m sorry for how I treated you,” I tell her again, trailing my fingers down her nape. “You are loyal and brave. Passionate. You were willing to deny your own happiness thinking it would gift me mine. You are selfless. Beyond anything I could have dreamed. And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“You haven’t even asked about my magic,” she mutters, and I tilt my head to the side, watching her with rapt fascination.

“I know you have some elemental witch magic and that you’re good at spells and all the witchy stuff,” I reply, wondering why she’s bringing that up. “But I don’t care what magic you have. I just want you.”

Does she know how wrapped around her fingers I am? I’d do fucking anything for this witch. I’d kill for her, die for her, and everything in between.

“I’m scared,” she admits in a small voice.

“What are you scared of, sweetheart?” I ask in a gentle tone as I tuck her hair back away from her face.

“It all seems too good to be true.” She sighs, her brows pulling together. “This is all I’ve ever wanted, Soren. And I never thought I’d get it. And now I guess I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“This is real,” I assure her. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours.”

I meant what I said. I’m in love with her, and I can wait for her for as long as she needs as long as she’s with me.

I lift her from the wall and carry her to bed, pulling down the silk sheets and laying back with her on top of me, still connected to her.

I kiss her temple and gently stroke her back.

These are all new things for me. I’ve never treated a woman like this, but with Pandora, it feels natural.

“Are you okay?” I ask. I’d put her first, even before my wants and needs.

She nods. “If there’s anything I didn’t like, I’d tell you.” Looking back, I think I chose females to fuck who were the opposite of her on purpose. Subconsciously, I knew she was something to me. Why else did I never touch a female that reminded me of her? I chose blondes, the opposite of her sexy, inky black hair. I guess I didn’t want to fuck and discard anyone who even remotely looked like her.

I would go through the torture at her mother’s hands all over again if it meant I get to keep this moment.

Keep her.

Mine.

We fall asleep like that.

***

It’s late when Rave knocks on my door. Making sure to tuck Pandora in, I kiss the top of her head before I follow him out into the hallway.

“Now?” I ask, knowing why he’s here.

He nods, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall. “We’ve got all the information we’re going to get out of him. It’s time for him to die.”

“And Milana?”

“August is going to keep her there. It’s up to him what happens to his mate.” He shrugs, pushing off the wall and coming to stand in front of me. “You aren’t just my best warrior, Soren. You are my best friend,” he says, clearing his throat. Yeah, he’s not exactly the emotional kind of male. He rests his hand on my shoulder. “And I know how loyal you are to me. But it looks like you are destined not just to be a warrior but also a king in your own right.”

“You sound surprised,” I tease, smirking.

He grins, flashing his straight, white teeth. “Always thought you were too comfortable with having people on their knees in front of you.”

Barking out a laugh, I shake my head. “Is this you saying you don’t need me anymore, my king?”

“You always have a place here, you know that,” he replies, looking toward my bedroom door. “But now your mate will come first.”

He’s right, and I know it.

We share a smile.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to share her?” he teases, and I growl at him as he throws his head back and laughs.

We’ve always shared everything.

But this is where we draw the line.

“Anything else,” I reply, smirking.

“Anything else,” he repeats with a nod.

And then we go to Chaos to kill Declan.