Page 37 of Called By Fate

I need more,her mind tells me, and I oblige by sticking two fingers in her sweet heat before she can even ask, groaning into her pussy when I find her dripping.

"Curl them and act like you're stroking my inner wall," she instructs then throws her head back in pleasure when I hit that sensitive spot. She grinds against my face as I lick her nub then suck on it like I've read about before. That sends her screaming over the edge, her core spasming around my fingers. I pull them out and lick them clean.

“Reed,” she gasps my name.I need you inside of me. Now.

"Yes, my Love." Sadie grips my dick and aligns me at her entrance. I push in slowly, savoring the moment, loving the way her sweet cunt grips my cock like a vice. "You feel like heaven."

"Reed, please," she whimpers, and it takes no further encouragement from me. I start moving, slowly at first and then building in speed. Sadie wraps her legs around me and pulls me in closer to her.

Lifting her ass, I start to piston into her harder, loving the wet slap of our bodies joining and the mewling sounds coming out of her mouth. Our pace becomes frenzied, and Sadie meets me thrust for thrust.

My spine starts to tingle with my impending orgasm, so I reach a hand between us and pinch Sadie's nub, sensing from her thoughts how close she is to coming. That action sends her hurtling over the edge. Her pussy ripples around me and sends me over next. I can't help the grunts and sighs that escape my lips as my cock spurts, and I fill her with my seed.

Utterly spent, I lay on top of her, still inside of her, and relish the comfort we bring each other. "That was... Wow," I say, and Sadie's chest shakes with a silent chuckle. We collapse to the floor in a pile of limbs, cuddling each other.

"I could say the same," she says with a dreamy look in her eye. “Definitely lived up to the fantasy in my head.” With smug satisfaction, I smirk, and she traces one of my dimples with her finger. At some point we must fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

15

Slow. That's how this day is going. By now I was hoping we'd be finished with the list we compiled of possible allies, but with the secrecy involved in trying to keep this quiet, it's going a lot slower than any of us expected. Which means it's going to take several days to do this. Possibly even weeks.

Which also means time away from Sadie, and I don't like it.

But this needs to be done. The Elders have numbers on their side, along with their ability to deflect any attacks. If we're even going to have a chance at winning this thing, we're going to have to fight power with brains, and that means getting people on our side.

A strong undercurrent of energy jolts through me and I grunt from the force of it, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. Yeah, we’re doing this the old-fashioned way, trying to stay under the Elders and Elites’ radar.

When another forceful blast rolls through me, and I let out a breath through my teeth, Elian gives me a weird look from the passenger seat. I'm surprised he even let me drive, honestly. The fucker craves control like he craves Sadie's wildness. Even if he's still too afraid to truly embrace the latter.

All of us were shocked at the turn of events the night of the challenge, especially when Elian killed his father. Elron was a vicious bastard and deserved to die, but Elian kept his feelings about him locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Seriously, the dude rarely ever expresses anything, even with us. I've been able to learn some of his tells over the years by observing and getting to know him, but not even I suspected he'd actually kill his own father. In front of the Elders no less.

Don't get me wrong though, the asshole definitely deserved to die. Now, with him gone, the Elders are struggling to find a new leader for the Elite. Good. It feeds into our plan to take them down perfectly.

Another surge of power rolls over me like a wave, and it takes everything in me to focus on the road long enough to pull over and ride it out.

"What's happening? Why are we stopping?" Niall asks. "And why does Dante look like he's in pain?"

"It's Sadie," I grit through clenched teeth. "Something is feeding her power."

"Or someone," Elian responds, jaw clenched. Since he and Sadie aren't bonded yet, he's only getting residual bits from his bond with Dante and I. Nothing like the full force of raw power streaming through us, although he's probably feeling something akin to a high. "The Light Weaver and her have just bonded." Something about his tone seems bitter, and if I didn't know any better, I'd think he was jealous of that fact.

"Boned more like it. Fucking hell, the bastard is strong," Dante wheezes from the back seat as more power hits us.

“Is this how you felt every time?” Vinson asks, gritting his teeth. We nod. “Damn, our girl is strong too.”

I chuckle slightly. "Good news is, no one will want to fuck with us today. All this extra juice riding us could be a blessing."

"Let me drive so we can get a fucking move on, Kaos," Elian snaps. "We're sitting ducks here." I'm so used to his prickly personality that I don't even bat an eye as I get out and trade places with him.

I catch Niall’s envious glance when I hop back in on the other side. A part of me feels bad for the dude because it would be hell if Sadie hadn’t accepted us, but then again, Emma is justified in her feelings. If I were a shifter and I suddenly found out I had three Night Weaver mates, the Elders’ sons no less, I’d be terrified too.

Thankfully, by the time we reach my family, the power is starting to level off and isn’t quite as distracting.

I haven't seen my parents since I met Sadie, so I'm nervous, but also excited to hear their thoughts about her. My mom, especially, is going to love her as they're pretty much one and the same. Full of fire and passion. Not taking any shit whatsoever. To be honest, I've missed them dearly, but another part of me has stayed away on purpose. The Elders will use any outlet in their arsenal to get to us. I'm surprised they haven't already come for them. What are those bastards planning?

My mother and father are both standing on the porch of their small house when we arrive. They live in a tiny suburb on the outskirts of town, filled with other Night Weavers.

My mother is a streak of brown hair as she launches herself at me. "My son, I have missed you so much," she says and kisses me on the cheek before repeating the process with Dante and Elian.

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