Page 15 of My Fated Mate

I start to move my finger in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster as she moans and rocks her hips.

I can feel her getting closer to orgasm, so I slow down, teasing her. She whimpers and tries to grind against my hand, but I hold her still.

"Please," she begs.

“Please, what, darling?” My voice is low, guttural, and almost unrecognizable, even to me.

Her eyes widen and grow dark. "Please make me cum."

“Good girl.” I smile and start to move my finger faster, curling it upwards to hit her G-spot.

She moans loudly, and her back arches as she orgasms, her juices flowing out of her. I continue to pump my hand through the orgasm, causing it to last longer.

When she finally comes down from her high, I slowly pull my finger out of her and lick it clean.

Goddess!

My fangs itch in my gums. I need to claim my mate immediately.

She looks at me, her eyes smoldering. "I want you.”

And who am I to say no?

I’m crawling over her when we both suddenly freeze.

That scent. Someone is coming.

I snarl toward the door, wanting to scream at whoever it is to leave, but she grabs my arms and shakes her head with wide eyes.

“Elowen, are you here?”

“Y-yes, father.” Her voice is soft and breathless, and I finally understand.

I growl with frustration and push myself from her with great reluctance and then stalk toward the window, my hard-on painfully obvious in my dark jeans.

I swing open the window, and just before I jump out, I turn to Elowen. “I’ll be back for you.”

And then I jump into the cold night.

Sunlight spears through a gap in the curtains, painting a golden stripe across my bare chest.

I groan, blinking it away. My muscles protest as I stretch, a pleasant ache lingering from the previous night.

Elowen. My Elowen.

Her name rolls off my tongue, a secret shared only between me and the rising sun.

Her silky, cascading hair, the scent of wildflowers clinging to her skin, the way her soft moans filled the room...

Then it hits me—the prophecy.

The weight of it settles in my gut like a leaden stone.

And when it’s time for the race to come to an end, there will be a savior. The mate that would bear the golden mark of the moon goddess. The new hope for the existence of werewolves.

Only this alpha with the prophecy shall find her…

Elowen is my mate, undeniably so. There's no mistaking the pull, the way my wolf whimpers in agreement whenever she's nearby.

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