Page 64 of Alpha Fate

“Gage,” I whisper yet again.

He looks up at me, his green eyes dark with desire. “Yes, Savannah?”

“I want you.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. His hands move to the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it aside. I shiver as the cool air hits my skin, but Gage’s warmth quickly envelops me.

He cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I moan, my hips bucking against him as he continues his taunting touches. I can feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against me, and I know I need him inside me.

“Please,” I beg, my voice ragged with desire.

Gage obliges, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs. I kick them off, my heart racing as he removes his own pants. He’s even more beautiful than I imagined, his muscles rippling in the dim light of the room. I could stare at him forever, but right now, there’s something else I need to do.

He settles between my thighs, his hand gripping my hip as he grasps his cock and slides the head along the seam of my pussy, teasing me with little nudges until, finally, he enters me slowly. I gasp at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, and Gage feels so right.

“Oh, God! Just like that!” I urge him on. He begins to move, his thrusts steady and deep. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him on as we find our rhythm. It’s like we’re made for each other, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

“Fuck…it’s good…so good…” His breath rasps as he angles my hips and takes me more deeply. I can feel the tension building inside me, my muscles coiling tight as Gage’s movements become more urgent.

He’s close, too. I can tell by the way his breathing hitches and his grip on my hips tightens. I respond by tightening my inner walls, clamping around his shaft until he’s groaning with every thrust. My breath comes faster as I feel the peak of my pleasure fluttering just out of reach.

“Come for me, Savannah,” he growls, his voice low and rough. From the glow in his eyes, I can sense the wolf within him reaching out to mine.

It sends me over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me like a storm. I cry out, my nails digging into Gage’s back as I ride out the waves of pleasure. He follows soon after, his own release shuddering through him as his cock pulses, the muscles of his back flexing.

With each stroke, each kiss, each shared breath, the realization grows clearer. Gage isn’t just someone who saved me or someone who sparked desire within me; he’s the mate I was destined for – my other half – and I am his. I feel the bond swirling around us like a cocoon spun from threads of pure silver light.

It’s magical.

We lay there for a while, our breathing ragged and our hearts pounding. Gage rolls onto his side, pulling me with him so that I’m nestled against his chest. I can feel his heartbeat beneath my cheek, steady and strong.

“That was…that was…” I can’t find words, and it’s not just because I’m breathless.

“I know,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my forehead. We lie there silently, our breathing eventually syncing up. It’s only when Gage finally speaks that the spell is broken. Or maybe not broken…transformed into something else, something good.

“Savannah…” he says softly, trailing a fingertip along my jawline.

“Yes?” My own voice sounds different even to my own ears – softer but stronger somehow – as if I’ve just found some more of those missing pieces of myself.

“I think we’re mates,” he states simply. “Fated mates. I felt it.”

I gaze at him speechlessly. I don’t try to deny it because I felt something, too. And I’m certain it’s exactly that. The mate connection – which I wouldn’t feel if I’d already bonded with Cole.

“I know,” I finally whisper back because deep down, I do know; it’s like remembering how to breathe after being underwater for too long or seeing sunlight after endless days shrouded in darkness – and I know exactly what that feels like. Somehow, I’ve known since I first heard his voice, the way it connected with something in me in the darkness of the cell that day. I know it’s why being around him instantly calmed me, gave me hope.

And all I can think – all I can feel – is how incredibly lucky I am because somehow, amidst all the chaos…all the pain…I found him…

No. He found me…

But it doesn’t matter which way around it happened because what matters is this – this moment…this bond…this man.

“There’s something I want to ask you.” He seems a little hesitant, which is out of character for a man who always seems so confident in himself.

“Sure.” I wait for him to continue when he still hesitates.

“I want to seal the bond with you. To be true mates. We’re compatible. We just need to…take the next step.”

My breath catches. “Oh.” I don’t know what to say. Actually, I do. I want to say yes, but there’s so much more to think about here. “But Jagger…”

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