Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 420: Not Your Mate

Sofia’s POV

For a moment, silence filled the office—only the sound of our ragged breathing and the creak of the desk beneath us. My body was wrecked, trembling, sweat cooling on my skin. I thought—hoped—it was over.

But then Damien didn’t soften. He didn’t pull out.

My eyes flew open, my heart lurching when I felt him still hard, still deep inside me. His breath came rough against my ear, his voice a gravelly growl.

"Not yet," he rasped. "I’m not finished."

My stomach dropped. "Damien—" My protest cracked into a gasp as his hips shifted, pulling back and slamming forward again with savage force.

"Thought I’d let you go that easy?" he snarled, his teeth grazing my throat. "No. I have missed this for three fucking years."

Damn it. I forgot how a beast Damien was in sex. He could go round upon round with me.

I clawed at his shoulders, half to push him away, half to anchor myself as he set a brutal pace, driving into me like he was carving his name into my body. My legs slipped from his shoulders, but he caught them, folding me in half, pinning me open beneath him.

The angle was ruthless. Every thrust struck deep, knocking the air from my lungs, making my body bow and shudder helplessly against the desk.

were breathless, broken, traitorous,

his mouth crashed against mine, devouring me, punishing me. "You don’t

mingled with my

cumming for the third time,

And finally—finally—he let go.

guttural roar, Damien buried himself deep, his entire body trembling as he spilled inside me, the force of his release shaking through every muscle. His grip

of us spent, chests heaving,

desk. The wood was slick beneath my palms. I

gripping my

voice still raw, his grip tight around my waist as he

hair clung to my

"What the hell is wrong

your mate,"

chest rising and falling, sweat gleaming on his skin. "I’ve already accepted you," he said, voice rough, almost pleading under the anger.

that would keep me from breaking. "I don’t have your mark," I threw back at him, my voice cracking on the last word. "That’s all that

his mouth tightening. "You don’t have my

hung between