Page 8 of Worthy of Fate


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I nodded, and a whimper escaped my lips when his fingers trailed further down, my heart racing in anticipation. I knew what lace did for him, and I got the reaction I’d hoped for. His eyes fluttered closed momentarily before they shot up to meet mine.

Cade was instantly on top of me and his mouth on mine as he quickly removed his pants. One of his large hands grasped my breast, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers—the other wound around the lace on my hip. I silently thanked the Gods as he ripped the undergarments down to my ankles. I kicked them off somewhere across the room.

My hands were all over his body. I wanted to touch him all at once, but it still wasn’t enough. I felt his back flex under my fingertips as he moved to position himself.

My thighs parted, and he settled himself between them just before he placed the tip of his finger at my entrance, circling there. My back arched at his touch. His mouth spread intoa rueful smirk. He knew what he did to me, how his touch affected me. And he was damn good at it.

His finger slowly entered my already slick core, his thumb pressing down on the bud of nerves I was so desperate for him to touch. My body jerked and writhed as he circled slowly with his thumb, and his finger pulled in and out of me several times before adding another.

“Oh…Gods,” I breathed. My pleasure was building and already threatening to crash over me. I began to shamelessly press into his hand, desperate for more.

He hummed a pleased chuckle at my desire for him.

“TheGodsaren’t the names I want coming from your lips tonight. Only mine.” He whispered, his lips brushing my ear.

He pulled back, removing his fingers—but thankfully not his thumb—and I groaned in protest at the loss. His other hand aligned the tip of his cock with my core, lubricating himself with my arousal. His dark eyes gazed down at my face the entire time. He was taking his time. Teasing me. Knowing exactly what drives me wild.

As much as I appreciated his playfulness, I was getting impatient. Drunk with pleasure, I wrapped my legs around his waist and slammed him into me, overcome with the need to be filled. His pleasured grunt was met with a moan of my own.

Cade paused, allowing me to adjust to his size—not that I wasn’t used to it, but it had been a while—before pushing himself in fully.

I released a breathy moan at the fullness of him, and his thumb resumed circling the bud at the apex of my thighs. My hands flew up to his back, and I dug my nails in as he began pushing in and out of me, his thumb circling faster in time with his thrusts.

Cade’s free hand grabbed my hip as his movements became more brutal, and the tension was building inside me even faster.My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I arched farther off the bed—my pleasure near the point of no return.

Stars filled my vision, and intoxication flooded my veins as my core pulsed, squeezing around him. Cade’s climax followed immediately, and I could feel him spilling into me. We carefully rode each other through our euphoria.

I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant with him. Since he was an initiated citizen, he had sacrificed his ability to bear children. Not to mention, I still took yearly tonics to prevent it anyway.

Sated and covered in sweat, Cade removed his thumb, gently pulling out of me. He got off the bed, briefly leaving the room before returning with a damp cloth and cleaning himself. All I could do was lay there as my body recovered from the overwhelming sensation.

Cade pulled his pants back on and retrieved his discarded clothes before returning to sit on the bed.

“I missed you,” he said with a smile that would make females grovel.

“Only for that, though, right?” I pressed.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Yeah. Only for that.”

“Good,” I stated firmly. I cleaned myself off as well, and got dressed.

Cade and I had come to the mutual understanding that our relationship was strictly physical. We’d tried to pursue an actual relationship once before, but it didn’t work out. We weren’t compatible and didn’t want the same things. Not emotionally anyway.

Being in a romantic relationship wasn’t easy when I sporadically had to leave for unknown periods of time on jobs. It didn’t help that he had no idea what I did or where I went. What I was capable of.

He wanted to know everything when I couldn’t tell him anything, which strained the emotional state of things. So, we decided to stick to just the physical aspect. Using each other as an outlet for sexual release. As awkward as it was at the time, we sat down and discussed rules and conditions. No staying over, no cuddling, and we would stop when one of us wanted to stop.

That was a little over two years ago, and it worked well for us both—for the most part, with the exception of his occasional request to further our relationship again, more so recently. He was a good male, but I had never felt anything for him. Not to mention, I had the constant reminder of my impending fate embedded in my skin. I glanced down at my mark—the only thing he really knew about me, seeing as it wasn’t something I could hide from him.

“So…where did you go this time? Must have been far for how long you were gone.” He said in an attempt to extract information from me as he had many times over the years.

“Cade,” I said in warning. “I won’t give you the details. You know that. It’s better this way.”

Cade likely suspected I was one of the Roav but knew better than to straight-up ask. Our tight-knit unit wasn’t a secret, but what and how we found and reclaimed, how we hunted, was information that no one other than ourselves and the Scholars were privy to. Even our names had been concealed—only a few knew them. It was imperative that we kept the details of our operation confidential to maintain the reputation we had earned.

He scoffed as he rose to a stand and headed for the door. “Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s just… How would I know if something happened to you?” He turned to look at me.

“You wouldn’t.” It was the truth.

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