Twisted Fate Book 2: Longed for Mate

RION

“You’re lying.”

Her eyes held a softness, yet her voice was firm. She didn’t trust my words.

“You’re lying, Rion. Do you understand why I’m a top elite? It’s not because I’m chummy with the prince. It’s because I’m a unique asset. Half-human wolves like me are rare, and the Goddess blesses each of us with a gift. A gift that ensures our acceptance within our packs.”

I was aware of that. It was the reason why many packs had additional support for human hybrids. We had two in our pack, and Jilly’s protective visions helped us anticipate and prepare for attacks.

She had saved our pack from significant losses during the wars. The bias against humans was once strong, but it has been slowly fading. In another life, it would have been a blessing to have Anoud by my side.

If there was a chance for us to be together, I would have been proud to have her here with me. To have her lead my pack as if she’d been born for it. To have her love me as if she’d been destined for it.

To give her a family, to give her the love and intimacy she deserved. Watching her spar with her beta today, a massive lycan warrior, was the most awe-inspiring sight I’d ever witnessed.

Her movements were strong and precise. Her eyes held a strategic glint as they adapted their fighting styles. She adjusted fluidly to every injury that brute inflicted on her.

Even with one arm hanging loosely, she looked in control. Her beauty radiated through her fierceness, like a beacon guiding my soul home. She must have been a formidable force during the war…

Her voice interrupted my thoughts, and a smile tugged at my lips.

“I can read your intentions, Rion. In real time. I understand the motivations behind every action you take.”

That was indeed unique. It made sense why she was often the one to scout new locations, a duty that almost always fell to her.

“Admit it.”

Damn it. I stood there, torn. Part of me wanted to pull her close and taste her lips again, while the other part wanted to flee.

Before I could even process my thoughts, she had locked the door and blocked my path. She crossed her arms and held my gaze.

“You’re not running again, mate. Tell me the truth.”

A wave of fear washed over me. I didn’t want to tell her. She would have to reject me.

I knew I had to do it, had even half-heartedly planned to do it tonight. They were here for another five days, maybe I could taste her again.

Feel her trembling under my touch. Damn. She could definitely read my intentions, and her immediate arousal was proof of it. She shifted, still waiting for my response.

“I…”

What could I say to buy more time? Five more days. I couldn’t stop imagining all the places I could have her.

I had to delay the rejection, keep her close enough to touch her again. The thought of her in my bed was intoxicating. If she spent nights with me, her divine scent would linger on my pillow.

I could hold onto it after she left. Could I tell her I was engaged for a treaty and couldn’t break it? No. She’d sense the lie.

My real reasons, children, the luna role, she didn’t care. But it was the truth. Maybe that was all I needed.

I just needed to stand firm in my beliefs. She didn’t need to know the real reason yet. Not that I could hide it from her for long…

I groaned, trying to find a way out of this predicament. I couldn’t do this to her. I knew, I already knew, that I loved Anoud too much to trap her.

I had to set her free, despite the pain it would cause me. Despite how much I would miss her scent, the way her presence made the hair on my nape stand on end, the tingles that sparked over my skin, the way I felt each time our eyes met.

I would always yearn for her, but I couldn’t keep her. Stay strong, Rion. For Anoud.

“I can’t rob you of the chance to have a family, Anoud. When I found out that I could never father a child, I vowed to release my mate from our bond. I won’t take that from you.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, assessing my intentions again.

“So that’s your truth, but I also sense your lust. You want me.”

“Desperately,” I admitted.

The word slipped out before I could stop it, igniting an instant heat that echoed the desire we both felt. She gasped.

I’m not sure who moved first, but my back hit the wall as she pressed her body against mine. Our lips met at the same moment I felt the soft swell of her breasts against my ribs.

“Damn.” My mind went fuzzy as I pulled her close, matching her fervor. I tore off the rest of her clothes in a frenzy, pushing her back so I could lift her onto my desk and spread her legs.

Pleasure coursed through every inch of my body at the sight of her pussy; wet and open for me. Without wasting a moment, I dropped to my knees and sucked her clit into my mouth, unable to suppress my own sounds of pleasure.

It overwhelmed me again. Her scent, her taste. The way she was shaking and whimpering for me. Damn, I was surely going to hell for this.

I’d never been with a woman like this, never wanted anyone but my mate. Now that I had her, I craved more.

More of the high, desperate sounds she made. More of the way her thighs tightened and spasmed around me, holding me close as her hips jerked toward me.

More of the slick sensation of her cum coating my tongue. I continued to touch her everywhere while sucking and licking her most sensitive spots.

Her stomach clenched, nearing her climax. “Damn.” I wanted this moment to last forever. But it ended.

I tried to memorize every detail. The sight of my mate, head thrown back in pleasure that I was giving her.

Five days. That was my new vow. I would have her as much as I could. I would make her tremble in pleasure every chance I got.

Just five days, because after these five days—I would never see her again.