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."

burned into mine, stripping me of every excuse, every reason to stop. My chest rose and fell

head until my lips brushed her ear.

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

cry when my tongue touched her was everything. Pure. Shattering.

she broke apart beneath me. The moment my mouth brushed

was

against her. "You

squirming beneath me, her fingers gripping the sheets so hard. Her thighs tried to close, but I pressed them open firmly, refusing

her, my tongue circling the tight bundle of nerves that made her

had never been touched like this—I could

sucked gently on her clit, then harder, flicking my tongue until her body bucked against me. She sobbed my name,

"Frederick... oh god, I—"

so tight around me it nearly shattered my control.

addictive, and I knew

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 trembled violently, on the edge of

I whispered against her, my voice rough, hungry. "Give it to me. All of

as she came undone against my

and sweet, her arousal dripping down my tongue like the

she gasped, her nails biting into my shoulders, her body clenching around me like she

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