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."

reason to stop. My chest rose and fell heavily as I stared at her, fighting with the savage hunger and the strange, aching tenderness

lowered my head until my lips brushed her

a trail over her trembling stomach until I reached the sweetness between her thighs. Her gasp filled the room, sharp

when my tongue touched

slowly—by worshipping her until she broke apart beneath me. The moment my mouth brushed her

Her cry was

against her. "You taste... intoxicating," I rasped before lowering

body, dragging my tongue along her folds until she was squirming beneath me, her fingers gripping

circling the

first, then louder, each one breaking me further, feeding the monster inside me. She had never been touched like this—I could feel it in every shudder, every gasp, every desperate clutch of her fingers

tongue until her body bucked against me. She sobbed

"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

and I knew then I could never let her go.

me, her head tossing side to side, her hands tugging at my hair as though she couldn’t decide whether to

whispered against her, my voice rough, hungry. "Give

she came undone against my mouth. I drank in her release greedily,

filled me, thick and sweet, her arousal dripping down my tongue like the richest wine I’d ever tasted. She was intoxicating. Addictive. And I wanted her

her tight entrance, and she gasped, her nails biting into my shoulders, her body clenching around me like she didn’t want

curling my fingers until she moaned loud enough to echo against the walls. "You think I could take you