Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 425: Disappointed

Selene’s POV

The moment his hard, hot head pressed against my slick entrance, the last remnants of my plan—my vow, my hatred—shattered like glass. It was a physical thing, the soundless explosion in my mind, leaving only the primal, urgent need that was thrumming in my blood, dictated by the wolf I’d fought so hard to control.

"I can’t believe I’m doing this," I choked out, a final, futile protest that felt weak and pathetic even to my own ears.

Frederick didn’t acknowledge the words. He simply shifted his grip, one hand sliding to the small of my back to pull me flush against him, the other grasping my hipbone. The pressure increased, a slow, merciless slide.

Then, with a deep, shuddering inhale, he pushed.

A sharp, ragged gasp tore from my throat as his cock filled me completely, stretching me to the point of pain, but a pain that instantly curdled into the most intense, overwhelming pleasure. It was a deep, satisfying pressure that felt like coming home, even though this ’home’ was a blazing inferno that would consume me whole.

"You’re so tight, little wolf," he growled, the possessiveness in his voice a dark, intoxicating poison. He waited for a beat, letting me adjust, letting the shock and awe of his size settle within me.

My fingers dug into the rock-hard muscles of his shoulders, my head falling back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. All I could smell was him—earthy, dangerous, and intoxicating—and the musky scent of my own arousal.

"Move," I whispered.

He didn’t need to be asked again. He pulled back almost completely, the air rushing into the small space between our bodies, and then drove in hard and fast.

It was a rhythmic assault, each thrust deep and deliberate, targeting the core of my being. My hips instinctively rose to meet his,

Selene," he commanded, the authority in his voice so

pleasure and something

demanded, his thrusts slowing to a grueling,

"Frederick," I gasped, moaning.

slammed into me one more time, hard enough to knock

surprise and wrapped my legs instantly around his waist, holding on tight as he spun us around and pressed me

I felt him hit a new, exquisitely sensitive spot deep inside me. With my feet no longer on the ground, I was completely dependent on him, completely at his mercy. My arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear

his voice thick with

and the depth of

a rush of air, but my

further as he tilted my hips up with a forceful hand, finding the

as he lifted me from the wall. He didn’t even slow, still buried inside me, his breath ragged against my neck as he carried me to the bed. My legs clung to him instinctively, my nails biting into his

edge of the mattress, taking me with him so that I straddled his lap, still impaled on him. We were face to face now, so close

slid his hands up to my hips, guiding me down, slow and deep. "Easy," he murmured, his voice rough but

everything—the heat of his body, the thickness stretching me open, my

onto him again and