Page 55 of Masked Fate

He only wants his fated mate, even if it comes in the form of a witch belonging to the family line of females who once hurt him.

I think Soren needs control because there was a time when he didn’t have any.

And that time was because of my own flesh and blood.

Monsters.

They come in all shapes and forms.

I’m just glad both of them are now dead, which gives me even more power.

“I need to go back,” I say as he runs his big hand down my back.

“I’m coming with you,” he replies like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Soren—”

His eyes drift to my mouth. “I’m not ready to leave you. I only just found you, and we aren’t bonded. I’m going to go fucking crazy if you leave me behind.”

Shit.

“I’m just going to make sure everything is okay after Ebony…” I trail off, not even wanting to mention her name after what I heard last night. “Kainan will be running things, but I need to check in. And then, if Rave wants me to join them when they go to the Incubus Kingdom, I will.”

His mouth opens, and a sudden look of uncertainty spreads across his handsome face. “So you don’t want me to come?”

Fuck.

“Ah, no. There’s no need, Soren.”

“No?” he repeats the word like he’s never heard it before. “You’remine, little witch. That means where you go, I go.”

Fates.

This male is known as being the best tracker in all eight kingdoms.

If he wants to follow me, nothing is going to stop him.

And how a badass warrior who fucks like a god can also make me melt with just a look is concerning.

He’ll have me wrapped around his little finger if I let him.

“Come, shower with me,” he murmurs, leading me to his bathroom.

We slide under the warm water together, and I’m surprised when he gently washes my hair and body. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so cared for. The way he focuses on me so raptly is intense but in a good way.

Does he do this to all of his pets?

Is that why they are always hoping for another taste of this?

Of him?

“What are you thinking about?” he asks me, pulling me back to the moment.

I shake my head, closing my eyes and letting the water wash over me. When I sense his movements, I open my eyes again, only to find him kneeling on the floor in front of me, looking up at me.

“I’ve never been on my knees for a woman,” he says, running his fingers up my thighs. My pussy starts to pulse like it has its own heartbeat. He lifts my right leg and puts it over his shoulder, his face right in front of my sex.

Holy shit.

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