Page 10 of Villainous Fate

Fuck!

I jump three feet in the air at the word whispered through the mind-link, and the sight of Deacon’s wolf crouched inches from me. A chuff escapes his lips as if he is laughing at me, and he lunges for my throat, which I have just exposed by rising over his head in my surprise. His eyes flare, showing off the orange flecks hidden in their dark irises as his teeth dig slightly into the scruff of my neck.

Grace: Cheater! You aren’t supposed to mind-link!

Deacon: I think when my nose touched yours, you were caught.

He sends back, humor in his voice as he releases my throat from his jaws. He shifts back to his human form, amusement dancing in his eyes as he waits for me to shift as well.

I wait.

Stubbornness may not be a very becoming trait in a young lady, at least that's what my mother always says, but it’s one that I have in spades, and if he wants me back as a human, he will have to try harder than that. The right side of his mouth tips up, and his expression turns mischievous.

“Shift,” he commands, pushing his power at me. “Now.”

The electricity that skims over my body as I give in to his request is liberating. It’s as if his hands were peeling off my clothes with his words, and my wolf relinquishes control, causing me to shift back to my human form.

It’s intoxicating.

The feel of his strength has heat pooling between my thighs. I know he feels it, too. Our connection is on fire, and desire rolls off me in waves.

He closes the distance between us with a single stride, lifting my body as he captures my mouth. My legs wrap around him, placing my already wet center against the planes of his abs. His hard cock sits under my ass, begging for a better angle.

Teeth scrape my bottom lip as he presses my back into the closest tree trunk, adjusting his grip and position so that he can enter me, but his tip stops right at my entrance, teasing as he waits.

His hand glides to the front of my neck, circling my throat like my very own necklace. He’s firm in his grip as he pulls me even deeper into the kiss, eliciting a moan I can’t hold back.

Breaking the connection, he rests his forehead on mine.

“Who do you belong to, Tails? Say it,” he commands, pulling the words from my panting lips.

“You. I belong to y…” Before I can finish the phrase, he’s inside me in a single thrust that has me gasping.

He stays there, giving me a minute to adjust to his size as he peppers light kisses across my jaw and bites at my earlobe.

“That’s right. You’re mine. My girl. My future. My Mate,” he whispers before starting to slide in and out of me. My nipples tingle as my body rubs against his chest, sending jolts straight to my core.

Pressure builds within me, and I teeter on the edge. Deacon squeezes his hand, cutting off my breathing, causing my eyes to flutter closed and forcing me to fall head first into my orgasm.

He holds his grip, allowing me to ride out my pleasure, only releasing his hand once he knows I’ve fallen, and I gasp for air, relishing in the way it feels to breathe. Before I can come down from the high, he increases his pace and drops his hand down, using his thumb to rub my swollen clit.

Jesus.

My arms claw into his back as I struggle to hang on to him. Bark digs into my shoulder blades, adding some pain to my pleasure as I build back to that precipice. I tip my head back, close my eyes, and revel in the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

Deacon pinches down on my clit, making me snap my head back up and cry out at the pain.

“Eyes on me, Tails. I wanna see that face when I make you cum,” he says before picking up his pace, his eyes locked on mine. My heart jumps into my throat as I stare at him, reading his expression and knowing I love him with every piece of my soul. He’s my armor, my best friend, and the man who gave me hope for a better future. Clinging to him, I know that, in this moment, I’m whole.

“I can’t… I can’t.” My words fall away as I succumb to my second orgasm, pulling him with me.

When we both have had a moment to come down, Deacon buries his face in my neck, catching his breath while still holding me against him. I drop my head to his shoulder, exhaustion overtaking me.

As I feel him begin to carry me to our tree house, I think about how I can’t imagine a better match than the one The Fates picked for me.

I'm forever grateful.

With that final show of thanks, I drift to sleep, wrapped in his strong arms.

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