Page 74 of Masked Fate

He searches my face. “No regrets?”

“No,” I answer honestly as he pulls out of me and shifts to my side, pulling my body against his.

His lips curve into a beautiful smile, one filled with genuine happiness. “I’m the luckiest male alive.”

Lowering his head to kiss me, I find myself smiling against his mouth. “You’re mine now.”

“I was always yours,” he replies, trailing his lips down my neck. He makes love to me once more before we get into the bath together, enjoying the newfound connection.

I can feel his emotions, almost like he’s an extension of me, and it’s a very intimate feeling. Allowing my body to adjust to the foreign magic spreading through me, I feel good. Strong.Indestructible.

Like I’m now who I was always meant to be.

Once we are dressed, I bring some food to the bed.

“You know I was making you breakfast this morning,” he says, taking a bite of cheese. “I’ve never cooked in my life, but I wanted to feed you.”

He lifts his hand and waits for me to open my mouth, hand-feeding me a bite of buttered bread drizzled in honey. He watches me like his prey as I chew and swallow, domination gleaming in his eyes.

“Hungry, are we?” he asks in a husky tone when I open my mouth again.

“Always,” I reply, licking my lips.

His lips widen into a lopsided, pleased smile. “I want you to finish eating, then I’m going to have my dessert. I’m going to lick your cunt until you’re screaming for me, little witch. And then I’m going to paint your skin with my cum.

His words send a needy pang right to my core, but all I do is smirk, picking up a strawberry and eating it slowly.

Too slowly.

“Should have known my fated mate would be a brat,” he grumbles, and I laugh and bend down to my bottom drawer and pull something out for him.

“What’s that?” he asks, his large palm stroking my ass.

I pull out the mask that I had made just for him. Made of silver and white gold, it’s still a skull, similar to the one he used to have, but this one starts at his nose, leaving his eyes visible.

His eyebrows raise when I hand it to him, a look of curiosity dancing in his eyes.

“I don’t want you to change who you are and what you like—”

“Just being with you is what I like. I don’t need anything else. I fucking love the sex we have, sweetheart. I needed distraction and games with the other women to keep it interesting. Withyou, I don’t. You are enough.”

I appreciate him saying that, but I still want him to fuck me with the mask on. “Put it on, Sir.”

His chest rises and falls. “Get on your knees, little witch.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Pandora

After spending a whole day and night in bed, Soren and I meet with Kainan and update him on the problems with Declan and the fact that war is again on our doorstep. Now that we are bonded, I have many decisions to make on running my kingdom. I can make Soren consort or king, or I could step down and follow Soren to Aravelle, leaving Kainan to stand in for me.

But I’ve always known that I wouldn’t take the second option. I won’t leave my people, but I can still visit the Fae Kingdom as I have been, so either way, I think we can make it work.

“You know, I can’t abandon my responsibilities, right?” I ask him as we walk hand-in-hand through the snow, our new golden mating bands rubbing against each other.

“I know,” he replies, stopping under my favorite cherry blossom tree. “I could see our kids growing up here, making snowmen and running through the gardens.”

I arch a dark brow. “Kids?”

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