Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 430: Refused

Selene’s POV

Instead of sinking his fangs into me, I realized he was only grazing them against my skin, teasing, testing, making me ache with both fear and want. At the same time, his hand moved lower, sliding another finger deep inside me. My body jolted, back arching as a broken cry tore from my lips. I spread my legs wider, unable to stop myself, shameless under his touch. His fingers filled me, curling, pumping with a rhythm that left me gasping. He lowered his mouth to my throat, not biting, not sinking his fangs in, but sucking. His lips dragged against my pulse, pulling the skin into his mouth, his tongue stroking, wet and hot. I trembled, waiting—waiting for the sharp pierce of his fangs, for the poison to meet him, for the moment everything would end. But it never came.

"Please..." the word slipped out in a desperate moan, my voice ragged, broken, filled with need and terror. My body betrayed me, clinging to the pleasure even as my mind screamed of vengeance. Still, his fangs never pierced. He just kept fucking me with his fingers, deeper, harder, his pace relentless as if he wanted me undone first.

"Why?" I gasped, clutching at his arm, nails digging into him. "Why won’t you—"

He pulled his mouth from my throat, his fangs dragging lightly across my skin one last time before he lifted his head. His eyes burned, dark and molten, his breath harsh against my ear.

"I know myself, Selene. If I take a bite—" his breath hitched, fangs flashing as he fought to control himself, "—I won’t be able to stop. I’ll drain you. I’ll kill you."

"You can’t," I gasped, shaking my head, trembling beneath the weight of his words. "You won’t—"

But I never finished. His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing the rest, his kiss brutal and silencing. His tongue claimed me, his teeth nipping, his hunger pouring into me in a different way. I moaned into his mouth, the taste of him burning my resolve to ash.

me forward. My stomach pressed against the hard surface of his desk, my palms flattening against the polished wood as he stood

sliding along my slick folds, teasing, threatening. My body jolted, my wolf snarled inside me,

And then—he thrust.

deep inside me with one hard stroke.

I moaned his name, half plea,

"Better this," he growled, his hips grinding deeper, harder. "Better I fuck you than take your blood. Because if I

forward as he drove into me, deep, hard, and relentless. My palms slapped against the wood, fingers scrambling for an anchor

Frederick rasped, his mouth at my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Better I fuck you than sink my fangs in. Because

throat. My wolf howled in satisfaction. My blood was poison. My vengeance was fire. But

I gasped, shaking my head, my voice unraveling

was savage, all teeth and hunger, devouring me until

upright against his chest, one arm locking across my stomach, the other sliding up to grip my throat. His cock filled me, moving inside me with a punishing pace that left me sobbing with every

to stop," he growled, his fangs grazing the frantic pulse at my

I moaned, tilting my head, baring myself. "Bite