Page 55 of Called By Fate

“My choice?” I question aloud, and he nods which makes me snort. He tilts his head in confusion. “I wanted it to beyourchoice! I’ve been waiting onyou. You stubborn, stubborn idiot.”

His own eyes widen, and he chuckles, shaking his head. Then he focuses all that attention on me. “So, we’ve been waiting on each other. I guess we’re both stubborn idiots, huh?”

“I guess so.”

His emerald eyes shine with affection. “I want nothing more than to place my hand in yours and complete our bond with you. I want to feel you inside of me and all the shit that comes with bonding.”

A soft smile overtakes my face. "It’s about damn time." My feet carry me to him of their own accord and I wrap my arms around him. He startles, and I laugh. "It's a hug, Elian. No different than the ones you give Viola. Wrap your damn arms around me."

He envelopes me in his embrace and for a moment we relish in each other's company before he's pulling back. “Obviously, it’s a hug,” he growls but there’s no real bite to it. “I still wasn’t expecting you to say yes for some reason.”

The vulnerability of that statement makes my heart clench. “I meant what I said, Elian. I want to bond with you. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever. I’m already yours, but make it official. Please?”

He pulls back to look at me with his hands on my shoulder. Ever so slowly, he trails one down my arm, leaving a path of fire in its wake until his hand rests next to mine, buzzing. His pinky barely brushes mine and the anticipation is already killing me.

Elian and I are about to bond. This is really happening.

"This is probably going to hurt you," he says softly.

"It always has with you, hasn't it? I'm not afraid of a little pain, Elian. You're worth it. You're all worth it."

"I love you," he whispers before slipping his palm into mine.

There's not a chance for me to respond before we both freeze in place. Elian's eyes are full of an emotion I’ve never seen from him before—love—then concern as my entire world goes black without so much as a warning. Hopefully, that means I won't feel the pain, or else this is really going to suck when I wake up.

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My head feels like it’s been shoved into a cloud of fog that’s swirling around in my brain, not letting me fully process anything.Something is off,that’s one thing my mind registers. My fingers dig into the softness beneath me.Am I in one of Vin’s dreamwalks again?

No, those are definitely sheets,I decide when it curls in my hand.

I’m in bed, but why?

The power inside me roils and bubbles. There are sparks flying everywhere, igniting against one another like they’re trying to fan the chaos inside of me.

Think, Sadie.

I remember going to the mess hall and meeting all our new allies and then… the heat wave… and Elian. There’s a light underneath my eyelids, like my crazy powers are somehow manifesting on the outside of me. I slowly pry my heavy eyes open and catch a glimpse of black and white magic shooting out of me like lightning before it snaps back and fades under my skin once more.What the hell?

Now that my eyes are open, I’m feeling much more aware. Taking a glance around, I find I'm in bed with Kaos and Dante plastered to my sides like any other morning, except today there's an ache between my thighs that's downright painful, and I’m absolutely soaked with slick. My legs shift, seeking that friction I'm craving but it's not enough. A whimper escapes my lips and both Dante and Kaos shoot up, looking at me in concern.

"Hey, Angel. You were out for a while, are you feeling okay?" Dante asks, running a hand through his messy hair.

"No," I whimper, shifting my legs harder. The sight of him shirtless and in bed with me, along with his gruff, sleepy voice sends a zing straight to my core.

Kaos pushes his healing magic into me, thinking I’m hurt but that’s not it. Not at all. I’m fine, merely horny as hell. His eyebrow crinkles in confusion when his magic doesn’t find anything to heal, and the feel of his magic is enough to make my clit pulse again. The magic snaps out of me, and I grab Kaos’ hand as more lust washes over me. Using his power on me only served to amplifyeverything.

Dante sees me shifting my legs and lifts the cover. His eyes widen when he sees my undulating thighs and probably the wet spot underneath me.

“Oh, Angel,” he purrs, his nostrils flaring like he can scent me. “We can take care of that if you want us to?”

I love how they always ask for my consent. It drives me wild.

Weird, freaky power stuff all but forgotten, I say “Please, yes. I need this ache to stop.”

I feel like one of those omegas from the knotty stories I’ve read in heat, practically begging for them. Their touch is the coolness to quell the flames raging inside me. They’re the balm I need to cure this ache and my vagina knows it too. And their smell. Gods, their smell. Have they always smelled like this?

Inherently masculine… musky, but in a nice way that makes me want to rub myself all over them and have my scent on their skin.

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