Fate

Chapter Fifty

​The door of her hotel room hadn't fully shut before Ava had her jacket off. She threw herself at Fate, but he was ready for her, catching and tossing her onto the bed in one smooth movement. He watched her as she writhed out of her clothes.

​"Hurry up and fuck me!" she screamed, fisting a handful of bedsheets.

​Fate smiled. He took his time taking off his suit coat, laying it carefully across the back of the chair. Ava moaned as she watched him unbutton his crisp shirt. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he unbuttoned his pants.

​Finally, when it looked like she was going to orgasm without him having laid a finger on her, Fate grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the end of the bed. She moaned and grasped for him, pulling his mouth to hers. She opened her lips, inviting his tongue as she wrapped her bare legs around his back, trying to anchor him to her.

​Fate let himself be pulled in by the tide of her need. Everything he did brought her closer and closer. He ran a finger down her chest, between her breasts. He traced the line of her abdomen and hooked his finger around her lacy black panties, ripping them away.

She began to shake as he touched her. She opened her legs and, when he buried his cock in her, Ava's eyes rolled back into her head.
​"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she mumbled, barely audible. "Yes, yes, yes. God YES!"

​She was screaming now, and Fate lost himself, pounding into her. He gripped her hips and pulled her nearer with each thrust.

​Her shrieks echoed around the room as she came once, then, again. He dug his fingers into her skin and closed his eyes, banishing all thought until, at last, he found release.

***

​Seff and Nico, the last remaining members of the Thieves Pack, walked through their land. Homes were still burned, and the places where the flames had gone out were still smoked, obscuring the sky. The moonlit night had turned pitch black.

​Nico's arms ached, her hands scratched and bleeding. Once they saw who Wrath was—what she was capable of—the pack had scattered into the trees. Nico had heard dozens of sets of pounding feet beside her as she ran. But they had disappeared, one by one, until it was only her own breath. She had started climbing then, passing from tree to tree, and waiting out the night and the following day.

​She looked up at Seff, whose eyes reflected the fire that still burned in the cabin that used to stand near the well. "I thought you were gone," she said, her voice cracked from smoke and screaming.

​Seff looked at her, his dark eyes ringed with red. "I thought I was alone, too, Nico."
​When the world had gone quiet again, Nico had stumbled back to the clearing. It wasn't safe, but she had nowhere else to go. She'd walked through, looking for survivors, but for hours it had been just her. So, when she saw Seff emerge from the trees, she'd launched herself at him, and he'd caught her in his arms.
​They'd always been close. They'd grown up on adjoining plots of land, sharing the creek. Like brother and sister, they'd bicker, but after they'd found their mates, they had grown apart.

​But now, afraid he'd disappear, Nico couldn't let go of his hand. Seff gripped her hand just as tightly.

​They went to the creek. Both of their homes were gone, turned to ash.

​Seff turned to Nico. His clothes were ragged and torn, his face streaked with dirt and grime. "We have to bury them," he said, quietly. "All of them."

​Nico nodded. "I know."
Proper burial was pack tradition. They could not leave their pack to the birds of prey. "But then we have to go, Nico."