Page 58 of Masked Fate

“It’s going to be awkward going to Chaos to kill August with a fucking hard-on,” he grumbles, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Leave him alone. Imagine if I killed all the women you’ve been with? Rave’s kingdom will lose half its population.”

“I’m going to spank your ass for that one,” he grumbles, his eyes darkening.

The thought makes me squeeze my thighs around his hips, and he doesn’t miss the movement.

Soren doesn’t miss anything.

His grin is knowing.

“Like that idea, do you, little witch? Fuck, you were made for me,” he says with a possessive reverence, resting his forehead against mine. “I can take anything you throw at me, sweetheart… as long as you’re here with me.”

He makes it hard to protect my heart.

Rave appears in front of us, lurking in his smoke form. “You ready?”

Soren nods, standing to his full height.

His sometimes chill personality does nothing to hide the restrained violence in his muscular build.

Fuck, he’s perfect.

And for now?

He’s all mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Soren

Wherever Pandora goes is where I’m going. She can try to get rid of me all she wants, but she’smine, and the sooner she accepts that fact, the better. My tracking magic already has her engraved in my mind, and like a live tracker, I’m always aware of her. There’s nowhere she can go that I wouldn’t be able to find her unless she decided to take Rave’s son, Vale, with her to use his void magic to block her location, but she would never do that.

Holding her hand, we zip into the Incubus Kingdom, which was like a second home to Astrid.

But now we don’t know what to expect, considering we still aren’t sure if her father betrayed her. Not to mention, her brothers haven’t even come to visit her since then. If Axe and Kai do anything to hurt her, I will kill them myself.

We stand in front of their iron gates, waiting to be let inside. I don’t let go of Pandora, holding her close to my side. I can’t promise I won’t attack August on sight—just the thought of him being her first makes me want to bury him six feet under.

My little witch sighs and tucks her hair back behind her ear. She’s acting like I didn’t spend all night long with my mouth on her sweet cunt, and I know she’s still hurt by how I’ve acted in the past.

But that was before.

Everything has changed now.

And she needs to realize that.

She was perfect last night. So responsive and everything I’ve ever wanted in a mate. She’s naturally submissive in bed and loved it when I took control and gave her exactly what she needed.

I’m the luckiest fae alive.

If only I had seen that sooner.

Bane steps to the gate to let us inside. Dressed in head-to-toe black with tattoos and runes covering every inch of him except his face, the Demon Prince is an enemy I wouldn’t want to have. He is known for his weather magic and being able to scent bloodlines. Both are exceptionally rare forms of magic.

His dark hair has grown a lot since we last saw him when he cut it as a sacrifice for a protective spell for Astrid. He’s always had a soft spot for our queen and would have happily stolen her from Rave if he had the chance.

I’m glad he hasn’t touched Pandora because I don’t want to add anyone else to my hit list.

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