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The one good thing about our world is the true, unadulterated love fated mates hold for one another.
My mother’s fated mate abused his power over her. He’d demanded a lineage and then hated her for giving him what he’d wanted.
I will not be like my father.
Cupping Ishara’s ass, I pull her onto my erection. I’m still wearing pants, and she’s wearing thin underwear, but her intake of breath assures me she feels an appropriate amount of pressure all the same.
“Our bond is already permanent,” she informs me as she works her hips over me, grinding me and making me want to rip away every barrier between us. “Sleeping together won’t change anything.”
“Fucking, you mean,” I correct her. I prefer to say what I intend to do to her, not insinuate it. “And I disagree, witchling. If I fuck you, I can better protect you.”
She pauses over me and I dig my fingers into her hips, urging her to continue. “What do you mean?”
I spear my fingers under the sides of her panties, ripping them in the process. “When you spilled my blood, your power multiplied. Didn’t you feel it?” Her chest remains unmoving and I know she’s holding her breath.
She’s just as affected by our bond as I am, possibly even more. My magic seeks her out like the siren she is, intoxicated by her, wanting to permeate every inch of her with my essence.
Which only proves the point I’m about to make.
“I did,” she agrees as I run one hand behind her neck and tug her closer to me. I hold her in place as I kiss her again, this time angling her how I want her.
A small part of my spirit leaves my body, entering her.
Because she is my mate.
My home.
“Now,” I say against her mouth, “imagine what’ll happen if I’m inside of you, giving youeverything.”
“You make me stronger,” she realizes aloud.
“Hmm,” I agree. “Do you want to be stronger, sweetling? Do you want to see how I can make youscream?”
Her gaze is locked onto mine, but I see when she breaks. She can’t resist fate, especially when she doesn’t have a logical reason to.
My magic can protect her. She already proved that by using me to exorcise a patriarch from his host, which was no small feat.
Her fingers fumble at my pants and I grin when she lowers the zipper. “It’s just an excuse to give in to what we both want,” she says.
“Perhaps,” I agree, then hiss when she strokes my hard cock. “But I don’t see a down side to fucking you, and you said we have a few hours.”
Though I want so much more than that, I’ll take even a single moment inside of her.
I’m desperate for her warmth and her need.
And absolutely more of her screams.
“I don’t either,” she says as she peels away what’s left of her underwear, exposing her beautiful wetness to me. “I want this.”
I groan as I look at her beautiful pussy, wanting to taste her there. It’s neat and trim with a cute little stripe down the center. Perhaps she prepared herself for her date, just in case.
Or perhaps fate gave her an unconscious premonition of me.
Her preparation only makes me want to eat her.
And I will, I vow, once I’ve thoroughly fucked her. I’ll clean her with my tongue and make her scream for me again.
But right now the bond between us is taut with demand, needing us to fulfill a completion that already feels like it has passed.
