Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 430

Chapter 430: Refused

Selene’s POV

Instead of sinking his fangs into me, I realized he was only grazing them against my skin, teasing, testing, making me ache with both fear and want. At the same time, his hand moved lower, sliding another finger deep inside me. My body jolted, back arching as a broken cry tore from my lips. I spread my legs wider, unable to stop myself, shameless under his touch. His fingers filled me, curling, pumping with a rhythm that left me gasping. He lowered his mouth to my throat, not biting, not sinking his fangs in, but sucking. His lips dragged against my pulse, pulling the skin into his mouth, his tongue stroking, wet and hot. I trembled, waiting—waiting for the sharp pierce of his fangs, for the poison to meet him, for the moment everything would end. But it never came.

"Please..." the word slipped out in a desperate moan, my voice ragged, broken, filled with need and terror. My body betrayed me, clinging to the pleasure even as my mind screamed of vengeance. Still, his fangs never pierced. He just kept fucking me with his fingers, deeper, harder, his pace relentless as if he wanted me undone first.

"Why?" I gasped, clutching at his arm, nails digging into him. "Why won’t you—"

He pulled his mouth from my throat, his fangs dragging lightly across my skin one last time before he lifted his head. His eyes burned, dark and molten, his breath harsh against my ear.

"I know myself, Selene. If I take a bite—" his breath hitched, fangs flashing as he fought to control himself, "—I won’t be able to stop. I’ll drain you. I’ll kill you."

"You can’t," I gasped, shaking my head, trembling beneath the weight of his words. "You won’t—"

But I never finished. His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing the rest, his kiss brutal and silencing. His tongue claimed me, his teeth nipping, his hunger pouring into me in a different way. I moaned into his mouth, the taste of him burning my resolve to ash.

In the next moment, he moved with startling speed, twisting me around and bending me forward. My stomach pressed against the hard surface of his desk, my palms flattening against the polished wood as he stood beside me. My breath came in ragged gasps, every nerve alive, every thought shattered.

Then I felt him. Thick. Hard. His cock pressed against my entrance, sliding along my slick folds, teasing, threatening. My body jolted, my wolf snarled inside me, torn between resistance and surrender.

And then—he thrust.

The sudden stretch of him made me cry out, the sound muffled by the desk as he buried himself deep inside me with one hard stroke. My nails scraped across the wood, my body arching as the overwhelming fullness consumed me.

"Frederick—" I moaned his name, half plea, half curse.

He leaned close, his lips brushing my ear, his breath ragged. "Better this," he growled, his hips grinding deeper, harder. "Better I fuck you than take your blood. Because if I taste you, Selene..." His voice broke into a guttural sound, primal and raw. "I’ll never let you go."

The desk groaned under the force of his thrust, my body jolting forward as he drove into me, deep, hard, and relentless. My palms slapped against the wood, fingers scrambling for an anchor I couldn’t find. His hand came down over mine, pinning them flat, his strength absolute, his claim undeniable.

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