Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 425

Chapter 425: Disappointed

Selene’s POV

The moment his hard, hot head pressed against my slick entrance, the last remnants of my plan—my vow, my hatred—shattered like glass. It was a physical thing, the soundless explosion in my mind, leaving only the primal, urgent need that was thrumming in my blood, dictated by the wolf I’d fought so hard to control.

"I can’t believe I’m doing this," I choked out, a final, futile protest that felt weak and pathetic even to my own ears.

Frederick didn’t acknowledge the words. He simply shifted his grip, one hand sliding to the small of my back to pull me flush against him, the other grasping my hipbone. The pressure increased, a slow, merciless slide.

Then, with a deep, shuddering inhale, he pushed.

A sharp, ragged gasp tore from my throat as his cock filled me completely, stretching me to the point of pain, but a pain that instantly curdled into the most intense, overwhelming pleasure. It was a deep, satisfying pressure that felt like coming home, even though this ’home’ was a blazing inferno that would consume me whole.

"You’re so tight, little wolf," he growled, the possessiveness in his voice a dark, intoxicating poison. He waited for a beat, letting me adjust, letting the shock and awe of his size settle within me.

My fingers dug into the rock-hard muscles of his shoulders, my head falling back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. All I could smell was him—earthy, dangerous, and intoxicating—and the musky scent of my own arousal.

"Move," I whispered.

He didn’t need to be asked again. He pulled back almost completely, the air rushing into the small space between our bodies, and then drove in hard and fast.

The impact stole my breath. It was a rhythmic assault, each thrust deep and deliberate, targeting the core of my being. My hips instinctively rose to meet his, the traitorous movements of a body wholly given over to its mate. The frantic hammering of his heart against my chest matched the frantic rhythm he was setting.

"Look at me, Selene," he commanded, the authority in his voice so sexy.

I forced my eyes open. His gaze was a twin flame of dark fire and sheer possession, his face a mask of intense pleasure and something that looked suspiciously like triumph. The sight of him, dominating me, fucking me, sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over me.

"Say my name," he demanded, his thrusts slowing to a grueling, delicious pace.

"Frederick," I gasped, moaning.

His lips twisted into a predatory half-smile, and he slammed into me one more time, hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.

Suddenly, he caught my hips and smoothly, powerfully, lifted me off my feet. I cried out in surprise and wrapped my legs instantly around his waist, holding on tight as he spun us around and pressed me back against the cool stone wall. He didn’t lose penetration for a second.

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