Free The Third Fate by Nadja Notariani

naked flesh tingling in anticipation of his next searing touch, soft cries of passion escaping her at each new delight. Dexterous fingers stroked, probed, pleasured until she ached with need. She reached, unbuttoning the denim covering his lower body, desperate to bare the rest of his flesh to her hands. His growl of pleasure dropped the bottom from her stomach, hitching her fervid emotions higher.
    “ Paige,” he choked out gutturally, “if ye go on further with me, I mean to be inside ye, lass. I willna be able to stop myself.”
    Boldly, she pushed the material down over his hips taking the boxer-briefs along, not wanting him to stop. For this night Paige wanted all consuming passion to win out over her shyness, her hesitance, her loneliness.
    I cannot keep running.
    The thought was freeing, because she realized that she did not want to run from this man.
    Ye couldna escape me if ye tried, lass.
    The profound truth seeped into her consciousness. He was becoming a part of her, her thoughts, her very being. She locked away the fear that threatened her present joy, one very powerful truth looming in her mind. If she allowed herself to need Cael, to love him completely, what would happen if she lost him?
    Leave yer what-ifs, Paige. I’m with ye now.
    His insistence carried strength enough to banish dread from encroaching further. Attention returned to him, his body, the way he worshiped her; Paige soared. Rising over her, Cael pressed her hips wide and thrust deep, her shocked cry stilling his hips.
    “ Shh, lass,” he crooned. “Let me love ye; I was meant to love ye.”
    Taking her mouth in a claiming kiss he withdrew slowly, thrusting deep anew, and a soft sigh caught in her throat met by his deeper, dark growl. He sought her breasts, suckling as he thrust hungrily, pinning her arms above her head. Cael dominated their lovemaking yet handled her with a reverence that encouraged her complete surrender to his will.
    With tantric rhythms he penetrated swift and driving, taking her to the edge of release only to stop, then begin anew, lessening his thrusts in number each cycle until only one thrust took her to the brink – he along with her. Then he stopped, pinning her hips, preventing her moving and taking pleasure without his consent.
    She begged. She moaned. She writhed.
    He silenced her pleas with pleasuring kisses, stroking her thighs and hips as they came down together. Over and over he repeated the erotic practice, driving her higher and higher. Paige thought to die of pleasure, and a new desire took root in her. Lost in their passion she didn’t resist its call, scraping her teeth across his flesh, his reaction immediate and unabated.
    Drink, lass…
    His hips drove into her and climax silenced rational thought, this foreign need urging her along with his command. Paige sank her teeth into his flesh. The salty taste of blood touched her tongue, and blinding pleasure wracked her body, her cry keening as she released his neck, licking her lips, savoring his flavor.
    What have I just done?
    Reality crashed upon her, unwelcome and unwanted.
    What you were born to do, Paige Kinnell.
    His soothing touched her mind, easing her panic. But his smile revealed what her dreams had been telling all along. Cael Maccinnis bent his head and pierced her vein. Again, the sweet pulse of orgasm claimed her. Mindlessly she cleaved to him, clinging in pleasure, his heated essence filling her womb as his feral groan filled her ears. He closed her neck as pleasure waned.
    Kiss my wound, lass. It will seal it off.
    She obeyed, unknowing why as panic rose anew. A frightened scream threatened to pour from her lips as she frantically attempted to free herself from under his weight, but Cael held her fast in his arms, touching his forehead to hers.
    “ It’s all right, lass,” he soothed, knowing it would take much more to calm her. “This is part of it – the Awakening.”
    “ Let go of me!”
    Her voice was small and