My Fated Mate Can Have Her

Chapter 266: Adrift [18+]

Violet

He leaned forward and kissed me.

It was softer this time, almost reverent, and a stark contrast to his earlier aggression. His tongue traced my lower lip, and I opened for him, letting him taste me while Rowan began to move behind me.

Rowan’s thrusts were slow and rolling, each one dragging his thick length against every sensitive nerve inside me. He lifted me slightly with his strong arms and lowered me back down onto him with deliberate control, the wet slide of him filling me completely with every motion. I couldn’t stop the soft, helpless sounds escaping into Kael’s mouth.

Kael’s hand slid down my stomach, lower, until his fingers found where Rowan and I were connected. He pressed against my swollen nub, circling with expert precision, and I jerked hard, crying out into his mouth as pleasure shot through me.

I reached out and gripped his arms.

He began to stroke me in time with Rowan’s thrusts, slow, firm circles that made my hips twitch and my inner walls flutter around Rowan. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Rowan filling me so deeply, stretching me with every slow roll of his hips, while Kael’s fingers worked me with relentless focus.

The syzygy flared brighter than ever, silver waves crashing through me and looping between the three of us. I felt everything. Rowan’s tight restraint, the way my heat gripped him, Kael’s dark hunger, my own building pleasure echoing back and forth until I couldn’t tell whose sensation was whose.

"Please," I gasped, breaking the kiss, my voice trembling. "Please, I can’t—"

"You can." Rowan’s voice was strained behind me, his pace increasing as he thrust into me with growing urgency.

His hands lowered, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer. Kael’s fingers moved faster, pressing and circling with pressure.

My thighs trembled as the pressure heightened. My breath came in short, desperate gasps, and my nails dug into Kael’s arms as the pleasure crested higher and higher.

When it finally broke, it shattered me.

The climax tore through me in blinding waves, my inner walls clamping down around Rowan. I cried out, back arching hard against his chest, my entire body convulsing as pleasure flooded every nerve.

[ - ]

I woke with a gasp, shudders coursing through my body. I slapped my hands to my mouth, stifling the slow whine that slipped out of my lips.

I was breathing in short, rapid breaths and I pressed my hand between my legs, riding out the aftershocks as they pulsed through me. I shifted, burying my face into the sheets to muffle the sounds caught in my throat.

My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. The room was still dark, I was alone in my bed, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, and my entrance throbbing without stop.

The pleasure slowly faded, leaving behind a hollow ache and a confusion so thick I couldn’t breathe through it.

What had I just dreamed?

I pressed my palms against my eyes, shame burning hot in my chest.

But underneath that shame was also arousal and guilt. Overwhelming guilt for wanting them both so desperately that my own mind had conjured this.

I curled onto my side, drawing my knees to my chest.

Sleep did not return for a very long time.

[ - ]

"I’m sorry I woke up so late."

The words tumbled out as soon as I settled onto the cushioned seating area. The boat swayed gently beneath us, and white curtains rippled in the breeze, filtering the early afternoon light into something soft and golden.

Rowan laughed quietly beside me.

"It’s fine." He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I’m just glad you rested well."

My heart stuttered at the contact.

His fingers grazed the shell of my ear, feather-light, and heat bloomed across my skin. I had to fight not to lean into the touch, had to clench my hands in my lap to keep still.

He pulled back, settling into the cushions beside me, completely unaware of the chaos he had just caused.

I swallowed hard and turned my gaze to the canal.

The water stretched ahead of us, calm and glittering under the afternoon sun. Smaller and thinner white-barked trees lined the banks, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. Other boats drifted in the distance, similar vessels with canopies and curtains, their passengers enjoying the same lazy afternoon, but this particular stretch of canal was quiet. Almost private.

A low table sat between the cushioned seating, laden with fruits, small pastries, and a jug containing sweet drink I still hadn’t taken a sip of.

"The main river gets crowded this time of year," he said, gesturing toward the quieter waterway. "This canal winds through the older parts of the capital. Fewer people, and better views. I felt it would be better this way so we wouldn’t have prying eyes."

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He was talking. I knew he was talking. His voice washed over me, and I only caught fragments of it. He was saying something about the structures, the nobles who mostly lived in these parts, and a story about people bathing in this canal.

I tried to listen but I couldn’t clearly pay attention.

He was wearing a loose white shirt, the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and the collar unbuttoned just enough to reveal a sliver of his chest. The fabric was light, almost sheer in places, and the breeze kept catching it, pressing it against his body, pulling it away, and giving me glimpses I didn’t ask for.

His legs were folded in front of him, and his forearms rested on his knees as he leaned forward, gesturing at something on the bank. I watched the tendons shift beneath his skin, the veins that traced down to his hands, and the way his fingers moved when he talked.

I remembered those hands in my dream. They were all over me and pulling me down onto—

I looked away sharply, my face burning.

No...

This was all because of the stupid place Nessa took me to and that terrible dream.

"Violet?"