Page 63 of Surrendered to Mate

He begins to move, his hips driving into mine with a force that steals my breath. His pace is relentless, each thrust pushing me higher and higher, igniting every nerve in my body. I can feel the pressure building, the edge of release tantalizingly close.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. The sound of it sends shivers down my spine. "So wet, so tight. Perfect for me."

His words send a rush of heat through me, intensifying the sensations coursing through my body. My orgasm builds, my muscles tensing as he continues to pound into me, each thrust deeper and more urgent than the last. I'm lost in the sensation, in the raw, primal connection between us.

"Come on, sweetheart," he pants, his voice barely more than a growl. "Come for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock."

His words push me over the edge, and I come with a scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Cassius groans, his hips bucking wildly as he chases his own release.

As he gets close, I reach back, my hand running along the sensitive membrane of his wing. He shudders, a low hiss escaping his lips as I touch him, his wings fluttering beneath my fingers.

"Fuck, Faye," he growls, his voice barely more than a whisper. "You want me deep, sweetheart? You want me to fill you up?"

I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I come down from my high. "Yes," I manage to choke out. "Yes, Cassius, I want you deep. I want you to come inside me."

Cassius thrusts deep one last time, his grip on my hips tightening as he finds his release. He groans, his body shuddering against mine as he pumps his essence into me. I can feel it, hot and claiming, filling me completely. I pant, mybody trembling from the force of my own orgasm, my senses still reeling.

His lips press against my spine, soft and reverent. "I love you, Faye," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "You're mine, sweetheart. All mine."

A thrill runs through me, one that's become familiar over the past few weeks. I've grown to crave it, this feeling of belonging to him. I roll over, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him close.

"You love me," I say, a smile playing on my lips. It's not a question, but a statement, a fact that still amazes me every time I think about it.

Cassius looks down at me, his dark eyes filled with an intensity that takes my breath away. "I do," he says, his voice serious, solemn. "I love you, Faye. More than words can express."

I reach up, my fingers brushing against his cheek. "I love you too, pretty boy," I whisper, my voice soft. "So much it scares me sometimes."

Cassius leans down, his lips capturing mine in a slow, deep kiss. I can taste myself on him, a heady mix of our combined pleasure. His tongue runs along my lower lip, teasing, tasting, before he pulls back, his eyes dark with desire.

"Good. Because I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart," he growls, his voice low and husky. His hand trails down my body, his fingers brushing against my sensitive flesh. I gasp, my body arching into his touch, already eager for more. "Not by a long shot."

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MICHALIS

Islouch in my seat, wings tucked tight against my back, as the Council drones on. My eyes keep drifting to Cassius. The idiot's barely healed from whatever happened at that underwater gate. Scabbed-over gashes peek out from under his tunic collar, and he's favoring his left side. Typical Cassius, pushing himself too hard.

But it's not just the physical wounds I'm worried about. There's something different about him, a spark in his eyes I've never seen before. It's all because of her. That human - well, ex-human now. Faye.

I clench my jaw, remembering the moment Cassius waltzed back into the base with her in tow. Newly Changed, still reeking of mortality and forest. The shock on everyone's faces. Changing a human without Council approval? It's unheard of.

Now here we are, Cassius standing before the Council like some lovestruck fool, defending his actions. I want to shake him. Tell him to snap out of it. This isn't the cold, calculating Cassius I've known for centuries.

But there's no denying the change in him. The way his eyes light up when he talks about her. The protective stance he takes, as if daring anyone to challenge his decision. It's... unsettling.

I shift in my seat, wings rustling restlessly. Part of me wants to be happy for him. To see my friend finally feel something after so long. But another part - the cynical, jaded part - wonders if this will all come crashing down. If Cassius is setting himself up for a world of hurt.

I can't help but watch Faye as she's escorted nervously outside the Council chamber. She's pretty enough, I suppose, for a newly-turned vrakken. Her movements are still a bit awkward, like she hasn't quite figured out how to handle her enhanced strength and speed. But there's a fire in her eyes that I can't deny.

This isn't the Cassius I've known for centuries. The cold, calculating bastard who'd sooner rip out his own wings than show a hint of emotion. Now he's looking at this ex-human like she hung the fucking moon.

I lean against the wall, folding my arms across my chest. My wings twitch with unease. What the hell is going on? It's not just Cassius either. Everywhere I look, vrakken are pairing off. Taking mates. It's like some bizarre epidemic of... feelings.

My lip curls at the thought. What's the point of all this? We're immortal, for fuck's sake. Why tie yourself down to one person for eternity? It seems like a recipe for disaster if you ask me.

It's ridiculous. We're vrakken. We don't need love or companionship or any of that bullshit. We're apex predators, not lovesick puppies.

And yet... I can't deny the change in Cassius. The way he stands taller, moves with more purpose. The spark of life in his eyes that I haven't seen in centuries. It's unsettling, but also... intriguing.

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