Chapter 5 My Mate?

• “Spread your legs.’’
• My knuckles are white against the wooden headboard. I can't see his face clearly, but I can feel him behind me.
• His hands slide down my sides, and I arch into his touch. Every nerve ending is on fire, but I'm not about to let him know how much he affects me.
• One of his hands grips my hip, the other gliding up my spine like he owns every inch of it.
• "You’re soaked," he mutters, dragging two fingers through my folds. "How long have you been dripping like this, baby? Since the second I touched you?"
• I roll my hips back, grinding against his hand.
• “Since the second you walked in.”
• "Fuck, Seraphine!." His voice goes rough. "You always this wet when you're pissed off?"
• The rest of the world saw us as enemies. We let them.
• Because behind closed doors, the truth was too messy to explain. He was the only man who didn’t try to soften me. The only man who shouldn’t.
• I didn’t just miss his cock; I missed the war that started the second he kissed me. The burn. The defiance. The rare, fragile silence that only came after we’d fought each other to exhaustion, and all that remained was a skin-to-skin discussion.
• “Still holding onto that lie?” he murmured, thumb dragging over my clit. “Still pretending this doesn’t mean anything?”
• “You think I don’t know when you’re lying, Sera?” he said, pressing me flat against the bed. “I can smell it. Taste it.”
• I clenched my jaw. I hated how well he knew me. Hated how he could tear down every wall with a look, a thrust, a growl.
• “Out there, you can curse me, threaten to kill me, pretend you don’t fucking need me. But here?”
• His grip tightened. His hips pressed forward, cock nudging against me like he was waiting for a command. Like I had a say.
• But I did. That was the thing — I always had the choice.
• “Here, you’re mine.’’
• I arched into him, trying to guide his cock into me. The wait was killing me, and he liked torturing me.
• “Why were you mad at me again?’’ He mocks, rubbing my pussy while gripping my neck. “You lied to me baby, I’m the one that should be pissed.’’
• “I never lied.’’ I bit back, trying to rile him up so he’d fuck me hard.
• “Every time you lie, I’ll stop. So go ahead, Seraphine. Lie again.”
• I bit my lip, knowing damn well he was serious. One hand moves between my legs, fingers finding my wet folds. "Your body doesn't lie, Seraphine. You look like you’re one thrust away from losing that attitude."
• I bite back a moan. "Shut up!"
• He lines himself up behind me, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
• He bends low, his chest pressed to my back, hips pounding. “Still talking?” he pants. “Still trying to be in charge while I’m balls deep in your cunt?”
• He grips my neck, pulling me in for a hot hungry kiss. He teases me, rubbing himself on my cunt.
• “Admit you want this."
• "I want this," I say without hesitation. I'm done playing games.
• He pushes into me in one smooth thrust, and I can't stop the sound that escapes my throat. I forgot how big he was. He stretches my cunt in a way that's almost too much but not quite.
• "Goddess, you feel perfect," he groans, gripping my hips tighter. "So fucking tight."
• I rock back against him, taking him deeper. "Move."
• "Greedy little thing, impatient are we..."
• "Practical. We both want the same thing."
• He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, and I gasp, my fingers digging into the headboard.
• "Like that?" he asks, setting a hard rhythm. “Is that how hard you want it, pretty little mate?’’
• "Harder."
• He obliges, hands roaming to my neck where his fingers go around. He slams into me, burying his cock deep into my pussy. The thrust is punishing, sweet, hot, rough, and filling in every way. I roll my eyes back, and he starts fucking me with that same rhythm. I'm not holding back my moans anymore, why should I? This feels too good to be quiet about.
• "Bed’s not going to survive if you keep grabbing it like that."
• "Neither are you if you don’t stop talking and fuck me."
• He chuckles, the sound smug as hell. “Bossy for a girl who's soaking my cock just from the tip.”
• "Stop teasing."
• "Remember when you said sex was just propaganda?" he pants. “When you thought being a virgin made you invincible? What do you say now, Red Phantom?"
• He slows his thrusts on purpose. Teasing me.
• I growl, hips pushing back. "Move... please."
• “Not until you admit that you enjoy my cock almost as much as killing your enemies.’’
• I bite my tongue, fingers clenched into the sheets. He pulls out slowly, before dragging his cock right into my pussy with an agonizing pace.
• “Say it, baby. Tell me how well I fill you. How no cock can satisfy you like mine does. That you’d never want another cock digging into this greedy pussy. Come on, little wife.’’
• My breath catches.
• I'm about to come, right at the edge…
• I gasped.
• My eyes snapped open, my chest rose like I just came up from under water. I'm drenched in sweat, shaking as I recall the dream.
• What the actual fuck was that.
• "Nice of your subconscious to finally get laid," Emogen purred in my head. "We’ve been overdue."
• I groaned and sat up, wiping at my face. “It was just a dream.”
• "Nope." Her tone was smug. "A vision. You know how it works, Sera. Every time you dream like that, it comes true."
• “That wasn’t a vision, it was a sex dream,” I hissed, standing to pace. My legs felt shaky. “A freaky, filthy... heat-drenched—”
• "—orgasm-denied masterpiece," Emogen finished for me. "You’re welcome."
• I ignored her and went to the washbasin, splashing cold water on my face.
• The worst part? She wasn’t wrong.
• Every vision I’ve ever had, every real one, came in that same way. Blurred edges. Lucid control. No faces. But the sensations? Always too real to fake.
• I gripped the edge of the basin. “That man... he didn’t even feel like Elian.”
• "He was taller," Emogen murmured, serious now. "Broader. Stronger. You felt it. You know it wasn’t him."
• I hated how true that was. Elian was lean. Gentle. A healer.
• But the man in that dream was anything but gentle. He was built like war and fucked like he owned me.
• “Why would I sleep with someone else?” I whispered. “I’m getting married today.”
• "Maybe that’s the future," Emogen said. "The real one. Not the one you're pretending to want."
• “No,” I said quickly. “Impossible.”
• But even as I said it, my body still ached from the ghost of him. From the way he held me. The things he said. The way I broke apart right before…
• “Seraphine!” my mother called out loudly. “It’s time!”
• I didn’t move. Just stared at my reflection, heart still hammering in my chest.
• Today’s the day I marry Elian.
• But my body had just betrayed me.
• And it wasn’t him I wanted.