Page 25 of Masked Fate

I pick up another glass of champagne from a passing waiter. I feel like I’m going to need it. “I’m going to go and wish Raiden happy birthday—”

“No, you’re not,” he growls, pulling me up against his much larger, extremely hard body. He lowers his lips to my ear. “You ever fucked a shifter, Queen Pandora? You know I’m a wolf shifter, which means I have a knot. I can bring you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced in your life.”

“I’m not interested—”

“Look at you, fucking blushing.” He groans like it turns him on. “You aren’t a virgin, are you?”

Swallowing hard, I shake my head. “No, I’m not, but I’m not…”

I don’t know why I’m answering him.

Giving Salem even an inch is a worse idea than me following Soren to his bedroom. Salem could very well decide to kill me before pleasuring me, but the adrenaline shooting through my veins right now is exactly what I’ve been craving.

It’s official—I’ve lost it.

“But what?” he asks, his tongue flicking over the shell of my ear. “Has anyone ever tasted this pussy?”

After so much bone-deep rejection from Soren, it feels nice to be wanted. My ego has been so deflated, and I never thought Salem would be the one ever to change that, but here we are.

“Yes,” I admit, swallowing hard. “One male has.”

He growls. “I waited fucking years to fuck what’s mine. And then they took you away from me. I don’t like that. I pictured you as my queen, under me, on top of me, in front of me… and then I never even got a taste. And one other asshole has?”

“Salem—”

His lips move down to my neck, and, oh fuck. It feels so good. My eyes close as I whimper. This is what I crave—to be wanted and touched. To be fucking worshiped, even if it’s just for a night.

Salem stands to his full height and takes my drink, placing it on the nearby table, and then grabs my hand, leading me out of the ballroom.

I let him.

When guilt starts to hit me, I picture Soren.

Not even the moment I saw him fucking that woman’s mouth, but I picture when she sat on his lap, and he held her, stroking her back. He comforted her. He looked into her eyes and offered her something he would never in a million years offer me—kindness and genuine warmth.

It hurt more than his coming in her mouth.

Fuck it.

I’m focusing on myself and my needs now.

He pulls me down a hallway and into the first room we come to, which looks like an office. He lifts me on the white desk in the center of the room and slides my dress up until my black panties are exposed.

He then rips them off in one smooth motion.

His fingers touch my inner thigh before he steps back, admiring the view of my bare pussy.

“Fuck…” He grunts, his fingers twitching like he wants to touch me again. He’s the largest man I’ve ever seen, so when he kneels in front of me, he’s still bigger than me.

“I’m hungry,” is all he says before he grips my ass cheeks in each hand and lifts me to his mouth.

One swipe of his big, rough tongue, and I lose all coherent thought.

He eats me out like he’s been waiting for it for years.

Like he’s starving for it.

Just like he said he’s been.

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