Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 412: Keeping it for her Mate

Frederick’s POV

I pushed myself back, breathing hard, my eyes locked on hers as I reached for the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, I tugged it open, one button at a time. Her gaze followed the movement, her lips parting, her chest rising with each shallow breath. I peeled the shirt from my body and tossed it aside, relishing the way her eyes traced every line of me as though she couldn’t look away.

"Your turn to watch," I murmured darkly, unbuckling my belt. The sharp clink of metal echoed in the room. Her breath hitched. My hunger deepened at the sight of her thighs pressing together, the nervous way her fingers gripped the sheets.

I stripped the rest of the way, slow enough to make her squirm beneath my gaze. By the time I slid between her legs again, I was shaking with restraint. I hovered at her entrance, pressing the head of my cock forward just enough to make her tense—then froze.

Her pussy clenched, resisting me. Too tight. Too closed. My eyes snapped up to hers.

"You’re..." My voice broke, raw with shock. "Selene, you’re a virgin."

Her lashes lowered, her lips trembling. "I was... saving myself. For my mate."

Her words hit me harder than any blade could. Her mate. And I wasn’t him. I never would be.

I should have pulled away. I should have stopped. Instead, I snarled, pressing my lips to hers with a bruising hunger, pouring every ounce of anger and want into the kiss. I wasn’t her mate. Fate had not chosen me for her, and yet here she was, laid bare, trembling, offering me everything she had kept untouched.

I started to pull back, but her hands shot up, clutching me. "I don’t care," she whispered fiercely, her voice cracking with desperation. "I want you, Frederick. I want this."

into mine, stripping me of every excuse, every reason to stop. My chest rose and fell heavily as I stared at her, fighting with the savage hunger and the strange, aching tenderness

her ear. "Then I’ll make you mine...

until I reached the sweetness between her thighs. Her gasp filled the room, sharp and beautiful, as I spread her open and lowered my mouth to

cry when my tongue touched her was

claim it slowly—by worshipping her until she broke apart beneath me. The moment my mouth brushed her pussy, Selene

cry was sharp and

against her. "You taste... intoxicating," I

tongue along her folds until she was squirming beneath me, her fingers gripping the

the tight bundle of

first, then louder, each one breaking me further, feeding the monster inside me. She had never been touched like this—I could feel

until her body bucked against me. She sobbed my

"Frederick... oh god, I—"

commanded darkly, sliding a finger inside her slick entrance, slow but steady. She tensed, then cried out, her body so tight around me it nearly shattered my control. I worked her slowly, curling my finger while my tongue worked mercilessly

and I knew then I could

beneath me, her head tossing side to side, her hands tugging at my hair as though she couldn’t decide whether to pull me away or push me deeper into her. Her body

go, Selene," I whispered against her, my voice

whole body trembling violently as she came undone against my mouth. I drank in her release greedily, savoring every drop, every cry,

arousal dripping down my tongue like the richest

into her tight entrance, and she gasped, her nails biting into my

you’re so tight," I groaned, pumping into her gently, curling my fingers until she moaned loud enough to echo against the walls. "You think I