Page 33 of Called By Fate

"You got it, my Moon."

I give her exactly what she wants, finding my way to that sensitive little nub, no map needed, and drawing soft circles on it. The sounds coming out of her mouth are enough to make me come early, but I grit my teeth and hold it back because I want to be inside of her when I spill my seed. I want to fill her up with it like a fucking caveman. She makes me want to embrace my wolf’s wild side.

I grip her hand to slow her pace on me, but I keep mine firmly on her clit and she continues to ride my fingers, silently begging for more. So, I slip one digit into her pussy and curl my finger, stroking that sensitive spot inside her. She tips her head back and closes her eyes. “Vin,” she moans. One more stroke is all it takes for her to explode all over my hand, a choking gasp leaving her parted lips.

I don't even give her a second to breathe before I'm laying her down on the clouds and lining myself up to her entrance. I wait for her to look at me and then I slide the tip in, groaning when I feel her warmth embrace me.

"Goddamn, you're so tight for me, Luna."

“Fucking hell, Vin.” I love the sound of my name coming from her lips. "You're fucking huge, you know. Your dick is monstrous. They sure weren't lying about shifter cocks." She mumbles the last part under her breath, and I laugh.

"Is that so?"

"Yesss. Now put that weapon to work and fuck me. Please."

"As you wish, Luna." I push myself in further, letting her body adjust to my girth until I'm buried to the hilt inside her. “Fuck, it’s like you were made for me.”

She starts moving her hips against mine, seeking the friction only I can provide. I require no further encouragement and rock my hips into her, loving the way her lovely pussy grips my dick like a vice. Her gaze stays on mine while I thrust into her, filled with adoration. It’s thrumming down the bond too.

“More, Vin. Please, more.”

I place my arm under her hips and lift her up to get a better angle, increasing my pace. She meets me thrust for thrust until we're both a tangle of limbs. I'm not sure where I end and she begins, and that's exactly how I want it. Fate brought us together and I’m so glad she is mine. I couldn’t have pictured anyone more perfect. She challenges all of us in the most exquisite ways.

My spine starts to tingle as the pressure builds and builds. I reach a hand down to rub Sadie's nub and she cries out at the same time I climax, both of us reaching our crescendos together. My balls tighten and my seed spills into her in hot ropes.

I lean down and lick her pulse, biting down as I mark her again. Every fucking shifter in the world will know she’s mine with my mark and my scent all over her, and it pleases the beast inside of me. Pleasure, unlike anything, explodes through us both, and I continue to rock inside her, letting her milk my cock for all it's worth until we're both sated—well, as sated as we can be, anyway.

I'll never, ever get tired of having her like this.

So perfect. All mine.

13

It takes Matilda a week to get the portal invites ready, and in that time, we’ve had little to no contact with the outside world as the cell reception around here is nonexistent. Hell, I’m not even sure where we are exactly. All the trees look the same as they did back home so we’re still local but in the middle of nowhere at the same time.

It’s probably for the best that I don’t know where we are though. No one really does. This place is invite-only and if some poor soul with bad intentions does happen upon the haven… Well, the wards will zap them faster than lightning.

Our plan for the day is for my Sworn, minus Reed, to leave the safety of the haven to inform everyone they know or find through networking, who aren’t loyal to the Elders about the impending rebellion. They are bringing Niall as a shield but I'm still a nervous wreck over it.

They're powerful in their own rights, yes, and they're going to be super careful, but that doesn't ease the worry eating at me. Shit fucking happens. I know that better than anyone.

They're going to start with the shifters since their lives are in more danger than the Night Weavers. I'm afraid of the Elders doing something drastic since they know I have a soft spot for them—especially after what happened leaving the King mansion. Plus, Kaos still has family out there, so they need to get to them asap.

Speaking of which, I need to talk to Elian about rescuing Ash. Maybe he’ll hear something about where she’s being held during their travels. She’s not dead, I know that much, but I don’t know where she’s being kept. Or why the Elders still have her.

The good news is Reed and I are searching for more information about Triads and my heritage today, so I'm really looking forward to that. Hemsworth is spending time with the compound shifters, but honestly, I think he only left to give Reed and I some alone time. Which I'm grateful for. The little shit totally knows my needs more than I do sometimes. I guess that's why he’s my familiar.

"Are you ready to hit the archives?" Reed asks me after I say goodbye to the others. He pauses to take a closer look at me when I don’t say anything, too lost in my thoughts. "What's on your mind, Love? Are you all right?" He has probably already read my inner turmoil so I’m grateful he gives me the choice to voice it out loud if I want.

"I'm worried about them. That's all."

"Trust me, they'll be okay. They have something so amazing to come back to, they won't jeopardize that for anything. Besides, they have Niall with them to help shield them from the Elders."

"Mmm. Something so amazing, huh? What might that be?" I ask coyly.

Reed raises an eyebrow and laughs. “I mean Vinson really can cook—” he starts, and I shoot him a look of mock outrage. “Of course, I mean you, Sadie.”

“Aww, my King,” I gush with all the sugary sweetness of syrup. “You're too sweet.”

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