Hips bucking, I arched off the bed like a cracking whip. A cry tore from my throat as Rokath continued to lick and fuck me with his fingers, working me into a helpless frenzy.

Air strangled out of me as I came down from the high. Slowly, Rokath removed himself from between my thighs and rose. His fingers were sticky with my cum, and he used the wetness to coat himself. The way he stroked his cock had me salivating for more of him.

“Ride me,” he rasped, and the command in his voice had me obeying immediately. My blood heated as he flopped over, his dick long and engorged against his stomach. I settled over him, much like I had in his lap in the chair, and picked it up. When I fisted his length and pumped, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

A heady sense of power swept through me. I swiped his head through the arousal slicking my core, then lined him with my entrance. “Fates!” His fingers weren’t nearly enough to prepare me for his size, especially at this angle.

Inch by torturous inch, I slid down. All the while, Rokath watched with rapturous attention where he disappeared inside me.

“You were made to take my cock, little imposter,” he growled, hands finding my hips and digging in. A gasp tore from my throat as he shoved me all the way down. And then I was so, deliciously, full.

“I was woven for you, and you were woven for me,” I mewled as I adjusted to his girth.

He dragged me forward, my clit rubbing along his low belly as he pressed against my walls. Bracing my hands on his chest, I found a rhythm, moving my hips in time with his slow thrusts upward.

“I fucking love you, Assyria,” Rokath repeated, the depth of his devotion spilling over in our bond.

Like I was parting the thunderous clouds beyond, I removed the barrier I’d built before. My adoration for Rokath rained down on him. “You will always be the villain for me. You will slaughter anyone who dares lay a hand on me. But most importantly, you are my mate, and I trust you to protect me, Rokath. I didn’t before, but now? I’d walk among a thousand Angels knowing nothing would happen to me.”

His cock thickened inside me. I moved again, my pace quickening. No place was left untouched by his length. “You’re going to continue to train me so I am as powerful as you. As the others with burgundy eyes. I will be a force among the army on my own. And it will all be because you love me.”

My heart thundered against my ribs as Rokath and I held each other’s gazes, just as unbreakable as the bond that the Weaver planned for us. For the first time, we weren’t fucking.

We were making love.

I showed him my devotion with each circle of my hips. He gave me his with every word of praise past his lips.

I dug my nails into his muscled chest and bounced harder. Sweat beaded on my forehead and slicked down my spine.

“That’s it, little imposter. You’re doing so well,” Rokath praised, using his grip on my hips to change the angle. He dragged along that spongy spot that had me digging my teeth into my bottom lip. My brows dipped together as I careened toward the edge.

“You are fierce already, but I am going to make you ferocious.” He branded me with a deep thrust. “You are strong already, but I am going to make you limitless. Those fucking zealots will bow at your feet, Szélhámos.”

My walls clenched around the honorific the soldiers had given me. A wicked grin twisted Rokath’s lips. “You will be a Goddess among Demons. Revered for your power. Xannirin, Kiira, me, we are all Fates. I will elevate you to that position too.”

Our skin slapped as we both moved faster, worked harder. “Mine,” Rokath professed, over and over and over, every time he was buried completely inside me.

“Yours,” I panted back, breath coming in ragged. Pleasure coursed through my veins, twisting inside me until I was certain I was close to snapping. This orgasm, like the one he’d given me the first time we coupled, was going to shatter and remake me. Surrender turned to sovereignty. Violence turned to ecstasy. Hatred turned to love.

“Come for me, little imposter. Come for me and scream my name. Up here, no one can hear you. And I fucking need to know how much pleasure I deliver you,” he commanded, his tone threaded with violent vulnerability.

Those words shoved me over the edge, and I didn’t meter my voice at all. Around and around the room it echoed as I shattered, pleasure igniting each nerve. Rokath’s eyes darkened, and his grip tightened to the point of bruising. That only lengthened the time I spent in bliss.

Then, without warning, he lifted me off him, groaning as he spilled his cum onto his stomach. Arms trembling, he settled me on his lap again, both of us breathing heavily. Yet we hadn’t broken eye contact, and something divine swept between us because of it.

Rokath crushed me against him a moment later, holding me as tightly as he always held everything together.

On his own.

I didn’t care that we were both sticky. I just wanted him, and I wanted him to know that. We remained locked in that embrace long after he finally fell asleep.

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26

Ebony rippled from Rokath as he glared at the obstinate clothier. The male’s weathered face told me he’d seen nearly two thousand winters. And the leather that adorned him? He was an expert at his craft.

It was a shame that he was refusing to stitch armor for the females and had incurred Rokath’s ire.

And mine, but after last night, Rokath needed an outlet.

Rokath had nearly slept through the gong that rang way too fucking early this morning. It wasn’t until I’d dumped water on him that he had awoken. I’d honestly debated about letting him sleep, given how little he usually did and the haunted state he’d come home in.

But I knew his rules were important, and so was what we had to do today.

“If you do not wish to lose your position and your coin, you will oversee this,” Rokath snarled, towering over the clothier. I glanced down the open air hall, ensuring no one attempted a surreptitious pass to overhear the conversation. Everyone should be gathering in the training area, but I didn’t trust that these males weren’t circling like sharks, waiting to attack from their displeasure.

“I’ve served this army for a millennia. I will not see tradition crumble on your whim,” he shot back, undeterred by Rokath’s intimidation.

“Do you doubt the Weaver’s path?” Rokath rasped, his tone like a blade scraped against stone. “For the High Priestess has seen our future.”

Not exactly a lie. Kiira had mentioned on several occasions that whatever she reported to have seen was taken as fact simply because of who she was.

The clothier pointed a gnarled finger in my mate’s face. “You do not appreciate the Fates. You never have, even as a youngling here.”

I rolled my eyes, grateful that my helmet hid my irritated expression.

Onyx tendrils coiled around the man’s arm, snaring it to his side. Only then did his furious expression shift. “Release me!”

“No,” Rokath stated, his tone threaded with command. “I am the fucking Halálhívó. I lead here. If I say you will deliver ten thousand sets of armor, then that is what you will do. If you refuse, I will snap your neck and hang your body from the balustrade as a demonstration of what happens to those who disobey a direct order. The choice is yours.”

The clothier’s eyes bulged, his face turning the same scarlet shade of red as his eyes. “You make it impossible.”

I almost sympathized with him, having been on the receiving end of such a command. But his aged thinking would get us nowhere. “Choose now. We have better places to be,” I snapped.

His attention flicked to me, mouth thinning. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate my input into the matter. Typical.