Page 42 of Cursed By Fate

A shiver ran through me, igniting a warmth that spread from the birthmark on my wrist to every corner of my being.

With a playful smirk that belied the emotion swirling within me, I met his gaze head-on. “I’m not asking,” I whispered against his lips. “I’m telling you. I’m yours.”

This wasn’t just about desire. It was about choosing each other—against fate, against blood, against everything we were told we couldn’t be.

The heat between us was already building again. I suddenly couldn’t remember when or how we made it to his room, but I could remember the way his body felt, how the roughness of hisstubble brushed against my skin, and the unexpected softness of the fur beneath me. My mind raced ahead, wanting to know how we would be together now. Without the curse. Without anything but us. I remembered the look in his eyes as he came undone the first time. As he pushed me to the edge right along with him. My cheeks burned, but this time, it wasn’t out of embarrassment.

His voice pulled me back, mischief sparking in his eyes. “I’m going to keep you here all night, you know that? It won’t be gentle, but I’ll make this worth it.”

“I know,” I said, feeling bold and reckless. He watched me, unblinking, and I wondered if he felt like I did. Raw. Vulnerable. Completely out of control and not caring.

“I meant what I said,” he told me, his voice catching. “You’remine, now.” He pulled me close again, the weight of him a reminder that I wasn’t dreaming, that this was all happening. I sighed against him, not knowing where I ended, and he began.

When his hands moved down my back, I felt every inch of him come alive. Mine. Like it was the first time we touched. I needed him closer, deeper. The hunger took over as if it would never be enough.

It was hunger—raw, restrained only by the thinnest thread of control. Hands cupped my face, thumbs grazing my cheekbones, but the kiss was anything but gentle. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming every inch.

He broke away with a growl, backing me toward the fireplace. “Take off your clothes,” he rasped.

I obeyed, peeling the fabric from my skin piece by piece under his smoldering gaze. He stripped, too, and when we were bare, his body pressed me down into the softness of the furs stretched out beneath us.

He took his time.

Hot breath skimmed over my stomach, burning a trail as it went lower, lower, until his mouth found the place betweenmy thighs. I gasped, arching into him, his touch like electricity beneath my skin. He held my hips to the ground, pinning me there while his tongue teased me, slow, deliberate, until I was wild with it, wild with him. I could feel the tension coil through me, tight and hot and ready to snap, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. He was relentless, ruthless, licking and swirling in merciless strokes that drove me higher, drove me to madness. I trembled, caught on the knife's edge between wanting and needing, desperate for release, desperate for him.

“Tristan,” I moaned, and the sound of his name made him groan against me—a vibration that pulled me under, pulled me in, pulling me apart.

I shattered on his tongue, crying out, my body tightening around the pleasure he gave me. It was raw, intoxicating, and I was drowning in it, in him, my voice breaking in a ragged scream of his name.

Before I could catch my breath, his mouth was at my throat. “Mine,” he growled, and then his teeth sank into my skin. Pain bloomed sharp and bright, edged with pleasure. His mark.

He brushed his lips reverently over the spot, his tongue soothing the bite, soft and tender.

I wanted to give him everything.

I pushed Tristan back and climbed over him, straddling his hips, fingers wrapping around the hard length of him. His lips crashed against mine as I gripped tightly and pumped my hands. Slowly I lowered my mouth to him, beads of precum glistening at the tip of his cock. A low groan escaped his lips as I took in his hard length, slow and deep, my tongue tracing the vein that pulsed beneath the surface. He tangled a hand in my hair, guiding me, faster and deeper. But when his body stiffened in warning, he pulled away.

“Not yet,” he growled, flipping me to my back.

Cupping my ass, Tristan lifted me and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently. The moonlight cut through the room, painting everything in silver, shadowing the curves and lines of our bodies. He was inside me so fast, like he’d die if he wasn’t. I wrapped myself around him, pulling him into me until I thought I’d disappear. The plush blankets under my skin, his breath on my neck, the sharpness of need—it all made my head spin. I couldn’t hold on to anything but him.

He murmured against my skin, words I couldn’t make out. I wanted to hear them, but they melted away in a haze of gasps and moans. I felt the throb of him in every part of me, insistent and steady, and I wondered if he knew I’d never needed anything this much before.

I gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as he drove into me. It wasn’t gentle—it was feral, desperate, the culmination of everything we’d wanted. His hips slammed against mine, and I met him thrust for thrust, crying out as he picked up pace.

My voice broke when I begged him to keep going, keep pushing us further. I was wild with need. I wanted the promise he’d given me, that I’d given him. A sealing of everything we were. He took my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, showing me just how serious he was.

“Tristan,” I moaned. I felt his lips curve into a smile against my neck. The weight of him, the strength, the heat was everything I needed. My own personal gravity. I gave in to him, let him pull me in, let him destroy me in the best possible way.

He shifted his angle, driving deeper, faster, harder, pushing me toward an edge I couldn’t see. I was free-falling with him, floating, weightless and light. Every nerve ending was alight, every inch of me on fire, and I loved it. I needed more of it, and Tristan knew.

He moved one hand to my throat, just a whisper of a touch, his thumb stroking softly there. Watching me as I unraveled forhim. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. I needed him to see me come undone like this.

When his hips jerked and he came, I felt him pulse inside me.

“Serena,”he groaned, and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. It sent me crashing over the edge, and my vision went white.

The knot came at the last second, catching me by surprise. It was intense and deep, like he’d claimed every last part of me. I felt it swell and lock us together, a bond more permanent than anything I’d ever known. It pushed us past everything I’d thought we were, sealing us, breaking us, making us whole.

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