Fate

Chapter Forty Four

Word Count: 1607

~Zayla

I'm not sure how I didn't figure out that we were mates each other time he kissed me.

The feeling is so overwhelming, so addicting. Fate's lips, impossibly soft, press against mine perfectly in a feeling that is reserved only for mates and the bond shared between them. Perhaps I should be mad at him for keeping the touch between us a secret. But I don't blame him, not after everything we have been through.

Fate seems to be just as roused from the kiss. I can feel his hands touching the bare skin of my arms, before they move to my waist, brushing under my shirt. His skin is ice cold in contrast to the heat swirling around us.

I could kiss him forever, and with the passion surging between us, I'm unsure if it ever will have to stop.

Fate gently pushes me back, until my head and torso is pressed against the couch cushion. Fate only allows me a moment to breath when he pulls away, his lips trailing along my jaw and down my neck. My blood pulses within me, my stomach churning.

I can feel his fingers pushing my shirt up, until it is over my breasts, exposing my bra. Fate's lips find me again, and any sense of embarrassment vanishes. I feel comfortable with Fate. It's a feel that has suddenly consumed me.

Fate's mouth draws to my ear. "I don't think we should do this here, in the middle of nowhere."

"Then take me back to your place," I breathlessly reply. I'm unsure where this confidence has come from, but something tells me it's fully influenced by Fate, and how badly I want him.

He pulls away slightly, holding his hand out to me. There's a delightful naughty smile on his face, holding all the possibility to what might come in the next hour or so. Clasping his hand, I feel excitement bubble within me. It feels as if I've been waiting to release the tension that's been building within me. A tension that is the cause of with holding unspoken desires within me.

The feeling off the floor falling out from underneath me for once doesn't make me nervous, or uncomfortable. Instead, I'm excited, as everything falls into black, my eyes slam closed until they land...on an awfully hard surface. It startled me for a moment, as I expected to land on soft sand. Perhaps we landed in Fate's bedroom.

When I open my eyes, I see how absolutely wrong I am.

I hadn't even realised Fate's hand was no longer in mine. When I open my eyes, I'm not staring at the luscious golden sands of Fate's estate, or the sultry bedsheets on his bed. Instead, I'm staring into the light hazel eyes of a unfortunately familiar immortal.

Cian.

The last time I saw Cian, he was meeting me a restaurant to discuss him speaking to Ira on behalf of Fate. He so fittingly is the immortal greed, dripping with arrogance and self righteousness. Were he not so attractive, no one would fall for him and his rotten personality. However, I know for a fact he gets all he wants with a flash of that perfect smile, and a wink of those alluring eyes.

I don't trust him. He grips my arm, holding my steady from where I nearly toppled over. I won't thank him though, instead, I rip away, confused as to where I am.

Looking past him and those odd golden and black strands of his, I see I'm in vaguely familiar lounge area, but I can't pinpoint where exactly. It's quaint and so well put together it's unnerving. And not to mention that smell of blooming freesia that twists my stomach into knots.

"Where's Fate?" I question, looking over my shoulder to study the room. It's small, and there is no sign of my mate to be seen. Did he send me here? Or did Cian somehow have an involvement. By the way he smiles unnervingly at me, it's confirmed who's fault this is.