Masked Fate (Fated Love #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Pandora

Soren is kneeling before me, his gray eyes pinned on me, waiting for me to tell him what I want. I realize I need to choose to trust him and accept his past, or it’s going to eat me alive every time we run into a woman he’s fucked. Replaying the conversation in my head, Soren said all the right things to her except to call her his pet. He stood up for me and told her that under no circumstances would he be with her again. It was her words that really hit a sensitive spot for me, voicing the concerns I have deep down inside about our relationship. What if I give him all of me, and he hurts me? He’s being vulnerable with me right now, and I need to do the same in return.

Soren starts to kiss up my bare legs, starting at my calves and working his way up to my inner thighs. “What do you want, my mistress?”

Fuck, he’s really getting into this.

“I want you to stop calling all the females you’ve fucked your pets,” I state, pursing my lips. “Your anything. If you’re mine, you don’t get to have a fucking harem anymore, Soren. And you aren’t going to be there for them emotionally either, and you aren’t obligated to give them aftercare forever just because you were their ‘master’ for one fucking night.”

And I know that’s what he was doing, but they don’t get to have that side of him anymore.

He slides my thighs open, sliding up my dress with his warm hands, and rubs his cheek against my inner thigh.

I like him on his knees.

But I love him being the one in control.

“Get undressed and get on the bed,” I demand, and he obeys, stripping down until my eyes feast on his hard, muscular body, his warrior honed to perfection. He lays back on the bed, his hard, pierced cock jutting out proudly. Even letting me call the shots today, dominance seeps from his pores. It’s just who he is. The tension between us builds as I kneel on the bed, giving him a slow once-over but not touching him. Still, he waits patiently for my next command, resting his hands behind his head and watching me through gray hooded eyes.

He’s beautiful.

Deadly.

And all fucking mine.

And yes, it hurts that he’s given pieces of himself all over all eight kingdoms, but out of every female in any realm that exists, the fates chose me for him.

And him for me.

That means something.

We’ve been through hell to get to this point, and we both deserve a little happiness. And I guess that means putting my heart on the line for this warrior I’ve always wanted but was always out of my reach.

Our eyes don’t leave each other.

When Soren looks at me, he looks at me. I know I have all of his attention. He’s so in tune with me, and it’s intense.

Pulling my dress over my head and sliding my panties off my legs, I move to straddle him, then slowly sink onto his thick, hard cock. His hands move to my hips, lifting his own and fucking me from underneath, topping from the bottom.

“I love you, little witch,” he growls, driving into me with heat and desperation that has me so wet and needy for him.

“I love you, too, Soren,” I rasp, my voice breathless.

He loses his rhythm, his eyes flickering with surprise and then undefinable emotion. Giving up on playing submissive, he rolls me onto my back and raises my arms above my head with his hand securing my wrists. “Say it again,” he demands, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I love you,” I whisper, meeting his every thrust.

He fucks me harder.

“Louder,” he orders, and I whimper as his lips touch mine before pulling away and waiting for him to give him what he wants.

What he needs.

“I love you,” I yell, and his lips swallow it, his tongue dancing with mine as he continues to fuck me with all that he has.

Suddenly, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, putting a pillow under my hips. Instead of fucking me again, though, he buries his face in my pussy from behind and starts to lick me like a starving man.

“Fuck,” I moan, gripping onto the pillow, my eyes closing as pleasure consumes me.

Fates, he’s good at that.

I’m coming in no time, my legs quivering as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. Soren drags it out, lips not leaving my clit until I’ve all but sagged down onto the mattress.

The golden glow of magic lifts from the floor upward, wanting us to follow our fate and join our powers.

“Soren.”

His name comes out like a prayer, and he stills, gently turning me so I’m on my back, the pillow falling off the bed to the floor.

His eyes scan mine, and it’s like he’s looking into my soul.

“I want this,” I whisper, gripping his nape and pulling him toward me. “Bond me. Make me yours.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his throat working as he swallows. “I want this so fucking bad, sweetheart. But I want you to want it just as badly.”

I nod and plant a deep kiss on his soft lips. “Yes.”

“Fuck,” he curses as he slides back into me. I’m so wet from my orgasm, and he’s so fucking hard I can feel him everywhere. Our magic starts to intertwine as he fucks me, snaking all around us. The room starts to glow so bright it’s all-consuming as his magic pours into me, and the connection is like nothing I have ever felt before. Soren is inside me. And not just my body. We are two halves of the same soul.

“My perfect little witch,” he whispers, his eyes flickering black as he consumes not just the light in me but also the dark, dead side.

Suddenly, it’s all too much, and we both come together, our power and magic rippling across our skin as the bond starts to lock into place. My wrists start to tingle, and the mating bands that will bond us together for life appear for the whole realm to see. Soren looks down at his hands, cupping my face, noticing his golden bands. The shimmer of golden magic simmers until we can both breathe easily, the pressure letting up.

Soren takes a deep breath and runs the rough pad of his thumb across my cheek. “That was incredible,” he rasps, licking his bottom lip. “Are you okay?”

I nod.

He searches my face. “No regrets?”

“No,” I answer honestly as he pulls out of me and shifts to my side, pulling my body against his.

His lips curve into a beautiful smile, one filled with genuine happiness. “I’m the luckiest male alive.”

Lowering his head to kiss me, I find myself smiling against his mouth. “You’re mine now.”

“I was always yours,” he replies, trailing his lips down my neck. He makes love to me once more before we get into the bath together, enjoying the newfound connection.

I can feel his emotions, almost like he’s an extension of me, and it’s a very intimate feeling. Allowing my body to adjust to the foreign magic spreading through me, I feel good. Strong. Indestructible.

Like I’m now who I was always meant to be.

Once we are dressed, I bring some food to the bed.

“You know I was making you breakfast this morning,” he says, taking a bite of cheese. “I’ve never cooked in my life, but I wanted to feed you.”

He lifts his hand and waits for me to open my mouth, hand-feeding me a bite of buttered bread drizzled in honey. He watches me like his prey as I chew and swallow, domination gleaming in his eyes.

“Hungry, are we?” he asks in a husky tone when I open my mouth again.

“Always,” I reply, licking my lips.

His lips widen into a lopsided, pleased smile. “I want you to finish eating, then I’m going to have my dessert. I’m going to lick your cunt until you’re screaming for me, little witch. And then I’m going to paint your skin with my cum.

His words send a needy pang right to my core, but all I do is smirk, picking up a strawberry and eating it slowly.

Too slowly.

“Should have known my fated mate would be a brat,” he grumbles, and I laugh and bend down to my bottom drawer and pull something out for him.

“What’s that?” he asks, his large palm stroking my ass.

I pull out the mask that I had made just for him. Made of silver and white gold, it’s still a skull, similar to the one he used to have, but this one starts at his nose, leaving his eyes visible.

His eyebrows raise when I hand it to him, a look of curiosity dancing in his eyes.

“I don’t want you to change who you are and what you like—”

“Just being with you is what I like. I don’t need anything else. I fucking love the sex we have, sweetheart. I needed distraction and games with the other women to keep it interesting. With you, I don’t. You are enough.”

I appreciate him saying that, but I still want him to fuck me with the mask on. “Put it on, Sir.”

His chest rises and falls. “Get on your knees, little witch.”