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.

being. My hips instinctively rose to meet his, the traitorous

at me, Selene," he commanded, the authority

possession, his face a mask of intense pleasure and something that looked suspiciously like triumph.

my name," he demanded, his thrusts slowing

"Frederick," I gasped, moaning.

and he slammed into me one more time, hard enough to knock

he caught my hips and smoothly, powerfully, lifted me off my feet. I cried out in surprise and wrapped my legs instantly around his waist, holding on tight as he spun us around and pressed me back against the cool stone

I was completely dependent on him, completely at his mercy. My arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life, my nails scoring tiny

he ground out, his voice thick with

devastating. The friction against the wall and the depth of his

words tumbling out on a rush of

darkening further as he tilted my hips up with a forceful

the wall. He didn’t even slow, still buried inside me, his breath

sat down on the 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 his breath mingled with mine, and there was no place left

deep. "Easy," he murmured, his

his body, the thickness stretching me open, my wolf inside me clawing for

on its own, rolling my hips as I sank onto him again and again. But beneath the rising tide of pleasure, shame