Page 52 of His True Beloved

The sickening feeling in my gut twisted. “Did it beat for your other mate?” Sebastian sighed, pulling my hand from my own chest and placing a deep kiss on the palm. He kept it there as he breathed in my scent.

“She may have been once betrothed to me by the goddess. However, Fate, who is stronger than the goddess’s will, had other plans for her. I should have realized that once my heart only thumped once in my chest instead of the continued steady beat of yours in mine.” Instead of seeing Sebastian’s sorrow for his previous mate, it held an unidentified emotion I couldn’t describe.

“What were Fate’s plans for the one your heart only beat once to?” I mumbled. Sebastian continued to hold my hand to his face. I thumbed the warm skin beneath the pad of my thumb. He was so beautiful, if a man could ever be such a thing. Perfect skin, hair, the chiseled jaw. He was everything I wanted and didn’t even know.

Totally opposite of what I once thought was attractive.

Sebastian sighed, dropping his hand from his face, but I continued to hold him with one hand. My other undoing the tightened black tie. He released a breath, his throat bobbing at the release of the tight collar.

“No one is sure, but many believe there is a soulmate on the other side of the veil of death.” My fingers pulled the tie away from his body, slowly unbuttoning the top of his shirt. I continued to listen, his eyes closing, feeling the feather touches of my fingers dancing across his chest. My body had one thing in mind while my brain had another. I wanted to lean in and put my chest up against his. The heat he radiated, the skin contact I craved.

“Many think mates who have passed unexpectedly wait on the other side of the veil of death. They lay waiting for the mates they were promised, and the Fates have decided to grant them their wishes instead of gaining another mate. My first beloved may have had a first mate and demanded in death that he would only have her. I must have been her second chance.” He gulped, letting out a shuttering breath as my fingers roamed lower down his body. “The gods give us choices, and her mate on the other side wanted her. Maybe that was why she was adamant about waiting. She still wanted her first mate.”

Sebastian’s shirt was unbuttoned entirely. My eyes gaped at his torso. He was undoubtedly white, almost gray in color. He groaned, feeling my touch.

“And I’m glad she waited. Fate took her to him to make her happy. I’d never want to be in the way of that.” He let out a shaky breath.

My fingers ran up and down his abs. The small swirls of chest hair tickled my fingers. “I’m sorry for your first beloved, Sebastian.” My body leaned forward, my breasts finally feeling the heat of his skin. “But I won’t lie to you. I’m pleased I have you for myself.” My head went under this chin.

His fingers trailed up my sides, ripping Pamela’s top. Not only were my breasts exposed, but my entire upper body. I didn’t gasp in shock or excitement. It was expected. The feral look in his eyes returned when I pulled back, his claws now gripping my hips.

“You shouldn’t be sorry.” His finger trailed around my nipple. He watched it heatedly as it pebbled in his hand. “It only made my craving for your that much stronger. The gods, the Fates, they all have their ultimate plan, and it was to make me that much more fierce in loving you.” Sebastian’s finger stopped, his eyes darting back to me.

For a moment, both of our hearts stopped. “You love me?” I questioned. “We—” He silenced me with his finger.

“Don’t.” He shook his head. “Don’t tell me it’s too soon, don’t tell me we hardly know each other when my soul has been hunting yours for so long.” I kept my lips closed, and he pulled my bottom one away from me. “I know you can’t say it back. You just don’t understand. I’m old. I’ve been desperate to find my true other half—”

Enough talking. My body has had enough.

My lips smashed to his, my body pressing against his muscular torso. The layers of clothing fell to his sides, no longer hiding between the vest and dress shirt. My fingers pulled at the belt wrapped tightly around him, his hands cupping my face. Heavy pants, the bass of the music rattling us in the small room in a darkened corner of the nightclub, it all didn’t matter.

It is him I want, and my heart has decided it wants him too.

I ripped his belt out from the loops, and it clinked to the floor. The warmth in his eyes had me back away, not in fear but the sheer dominance he held. “What are you going to do now, little human?” My body had slid off his lap, now kneeling on the floor. The rags of my shirt gave a small cushion to my knees.

My pussy was throbbing, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I could feel the dampness between my thighs washing over the skirt hiked so high he could probably see a perfect view of my ass as I arched my back while exposing my breasts to him. My hand reached lower, just to flick my clit once more. It was swollen and so sensitive I had the urge to hump his leg.

Damn it, it’s like I’m in heat.

My other hand reached forward, zipping down his zipper and tugging at his pants. “Christine,” he warned, his hands wrapping around the huge cock that sprung free. “I asked you what you are doing.” I sucked in my lip, giving him the best seductive eyes I could. I was new at this. I didn’t know how to seduce anyone, really. I didn’t want to talk or say anything for fear I would say something wrong.

“Christine.” His voice softened. “You don’t need to do this.” I gripped his pants with the hand that left my clit, pulling at his pants. “But I want to taste you,” I whispered. “I’ve never had the urge to do that before.” I tugged at him again.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pulling down his pants. He took no time to get it to his ankles. His cock sprung free. He was much larger than I anticipated. He was tall, sure, but he wasn’t bulky like the werewolves inside the club. He was a slender, athletic build that had my body heave with suspense.

Good heavens, he is thick.

A deep chuckle reverberated in his chest. “Like it?” He grabbed his cock, stroking it. A bead of glistening precum came to the tip. “I told you I’d stick this in you one day, Christine, and I meant it.” I swallowed, daring to move my hand to cup his balls. He hissed, feeling the warmth of my hand.

Massaging his sack, his head fell back to the couch. Gripping his smooth shaft, my thumb ran across the head. I wasn’t at all experienced in the slightest, having done the deed maybe once or twice in my adult life, but right now, I felt powerful. He made me feel powerful from the groans he made with each swipe of my hand.

“Take it in your mouth,” he ordered.

Feeling bold, my tongue swept across the head. He hissed again, a hand coming to my head as I forced him into my mouth. My other hand made up the shaft that couldn’t be fully engulfed by my mouth, beating it at the rhythm.

“Yes, Christine, just like that, damn.” Sebastian’s grip tightened in my hair, and the soft pulls became harder, his hand pushing me further into him. I choked but continued to take as much as I could. Humming, he jerked his cock into my mouth, my body reacting by shoving my breasts between his thighs.

Something about touching him, using every bit of the surface area on my body to be near him, calmed my anxiety. Now I had him in my mouth after just a few days of knowing him, and all felt right with the world.

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