Forbidden Mate, Fated Sin

Chapter 13: Caught In The Aftermath

Wren's POV

I stayed awake the whole night. The slam of that study door repeated in my mind until gray morning light crept through my curtains. When I walked downstairs the house already moved like every normal day. Vivian yelled about guest sheets. Edwin left early to meet Grier at the border. Celeste stayed inside her room. The silence from her side felt fine this time.

Around the middle of the day I found Kade near the training grounds. He checked the wards on the fence with two young wolves behind him. The second he saw me he sent them away to look at the southern gate instead.

"You look like sleep never found you," he said once we stood alone.

"I heard you and my father last night."

Something moved on his face and disappeared before I could name it. "How much did you catch?"

"Enough to know you keep something about your father from me." I stared hard at him. "What did he know, Kade?"

"Not here." He glanced at the pack house. His jaw locked tight. "Not out in the open where anyone can walk up."

"Then pick a time."

"Tonight." His eyes held mine steady even with the strain under them. "Meet me at the old barn again. I will tell you every part I know. It is still little. I give you my promise."

"You keep asking me to trust you while you only give pieces, Kade."

"I know." He reached out and brushed his knuckles along my jaw with care. He watched for people even then. "I do not hide things to hurt you. I need to understand the broken pieces myself before I place them in your hands."

I wanted to demand more but the deep tiredness on his face stopped me. It went past one bad night. I nodded. He dropped his hand before anyone turned the corner and saw how close we stood.

Night moved slow the way it always does when waiting fills the hours. I told Maribel I needed air and left once the house grew quiet. My heart beat faster long before I reached the barn door.

Kade waited inside. Moonlight slipped through gaps in the old wood.

"You came," he said.

"You asked me to."

He walked toward me slower this time. Care sat in every step as if each word needed time to form.

"My father died when I turned twenty two," he said at last. "Everyone told me a border fight went wrong. A patrol got attacked. No one lived close enough to explain the truth."

"Edwin thinks something else happened."

"Yes." Kade's jaw tightened. "Last night he spoke of a secret kept from the council. Something my father carried until he died. I still do not know what it is. He refused to say more. He said the secret was not his alone to give."

"Then whose secret is it?"

"I have no idea." He rubbed a hand over his face. Tired lines made him look older than twenty eight. "Your blood line stays in my thoughts, Wren. Odette said the Farsight line was hidden on purpose long ago. What if my father learned that truth. What if that knowledge killed him."

Cold settled in my stomach. "You think Ronan caused your father's death."

"I do not know what to think anymore." His voice cracked on the last word. The first real break I heard since this began. "Pieces of my life keep disappearing because other people decided I had no right to them."

"You are not alone in that." I stepped closer. Close enough to feel the heat from his body in the cold barn. "My whole life was a secret my parents chose to bury. We both drown in the same silence, Kade."

His eyes changed. Dark certainty filled them the same way they did the night before the ceremony. He lifted his hands and held my face as if I were both fragile and precious.

"I am done losing you to things we never chose," he said low. "The bond. The law. Secrets from my father. Lies from your family. All of it stands between us and I am finished with that."

"Kade."

"Tell me to stop," he said. The same words from the garden. The same plea from every night we stood this close and then pulled away. "If you mean it I will listen."

I did not tell him to stop. I closed the last space instead. My hands pressed against the front of his shirt. The fear that sat in my chest all day melted the moment his mouth found mine.

The first kiss stayed slow. He tasted and learned the shape of my lips. Then hunger took control. One hand tangled in my hair. The other pulled me hard against him until no space remained. My back met the rough wooden wall. Splinters and cold and danger meant nothing. His mouth left mine to travel along my jaw and down the side of my neck.

"f**k, Wren," he groaned against my skin. "You taste so good."

"Do not stop," I whispered. My hands yanked his shirt free. I ran my palms over the hard planes of his chest and stomach. "I need you."

A low growl left his throat. He lifted me. My legs locked around his waist. Through the cloth I felt the thick length of his c**k already hard and pressing against my center.

"Feel that?" he asked, voice rough. "That is what you do to me every damn time."

"Yes," I moaned. "I feel it."

We sank onto the blankets he had spread earlier. Moonlight watched alone. He laid me down and covered me with his body. Deep kisses continued while his hands stripped every piece of clothing from me. Cool air kissed my naked skin for a breath before his hands and mouth heated it again.

He kissed a slow path down my throat and across my breasts. His mouth closed over one n****e then the other. His tongue circled and flicked.

"Your t**s are perfect," he said between licks. "I could suck on them all night."

A soft moan left my lips. "Kade... please."

"Please what?" He lifted his head. His eyes burned. "Tell me what you want."

"Touch me lower," I said, voice shaky. "I need your fingers on my pussy."

He smiled dark and hungry. His hand traveled down. Fingers found my p***y already slick and open. He stroked the soft folds then pushed one finger inside. A second joined it. He curled them against a spot that made my hips lift.

"So wet for me already," he groaned. "Listen to how your p***y sounds when I finger it."

A louder moan tore from my throat. His thumb brushed my c******s in firm circles.

"Right there," I gasped. "Do not stop. f**k, that feels so good."

"You like that?" He kept working my c******s while his fingers pumped. "Your little c**t is so swollen. I can feel how close you are."

"Yes... yes... I am going to come."

"Come on my fingers first," he ordered. "Soak them. Then I will give you my cock."

Pleasure built fast. My body shook. I came hard around his fingers with a broken cry of his name. My p***y pulsed and squeezed.

He pulled his fingers free and brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean while staring at me.

"You taste even better than I dreamed," he said. "Now I need to feel that tight p***y around my cock."

He settled between my open thighs. The heavy head of his c**k nudged against my entrance. He locked eyes with me as he pushed forward. Slow. Steady. The thick stretch burned in the sweetest way.

"Oh god," I moaned. "You are so big. Fill me."

"Take it," he growled. "Take every inch of my cock."

I locked my legs around his hips and pulled him deeper. When he seated himself fully we both froze. Foreheads pressed together. Breaths tangled.

"You feel so f*****g perfect," he whispered. "Your p***y is gripping me so tight."

"Move," I begged. "Please move. f**k me."

He began to thrust. Long deep strokes that filled my p***y completely each time. The old barn wood creaked beneath us.

"Harder," I moaned. "I want to feel you tomorrow."

"Like this?" He drove in harder. The wet sound of his c**k slamming into my p***y filled the quiet night. "You like when I f**k you deep?"

"Yes! Yes! Your c**k feels so good inside me."

Sweat slicked our skin. Moonlight painted silver across the muscles of his back and arms as he pounded into me. I met every thrust.

"Look at me," he ordered. "I want to watch your face when you come on my cock."

I forced my eyes open. Pleasure climbed higher and higher.

"I am close," I gasped. "Kade... I am going to come again."

"Come for me," he growled. "Squeeze my c**k. Let me feel it."

I shattered. A raw moan ripped from my throat as my p***y pulsed and clenched around his thick length in tight waves.

He did not stop. He kept thrusting through my climax.

"f**k, you feel amazing when you come," he groaned. "I need more."

He pulled out, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and drove back into my dripping p***y from behind in one hard stroke.

"Ah!" I cried out. "Yes! Just like that!"

His hands held my hips steady while he f****d me deep and fast. One hand slid around to rub my c******s in firm circles.

"Your p***y is so greedy," he said, voice rough and dirty. "It keeps sucking me back in. You love getting f****d like this, do you not?"

"I do," I moaned, pushing back against him. "I love your c**k. Harder. Please."

"You beg so pretty." He rubbed my c******s faster. "Come again. Come all over my c**k while I fill you up."

The dual sensation tore another orgasm from me almost at once. I screamed his name and pushed back, taking him as deep as he would go.

"That is it," he groaned. "Milk my c**k. I am going to come so deep inside this perfect pussy."

His thrusts grew erratic. He leaned over my back, mouth open against my shoulder, and slammed into me one final time. His c**k pulsed hard as he came, flooding my p***y with hot release.

"Fuck... Wren... take it all," he groaned through his climax.

His body shuddered against mine. His arms braced so he would not collapse on me.

For long moments we stayed locked together, breathing in rough gasps. He kissed the back of my neck soft and slow while his c**k softened inside me.

"You are everything," he whispered against my skin. "Everything I never thought I could have."

"Stay," I whispered back. "Just for a little while."

He eased out. Warm seed leaked down my thighs. He gathered me against his chest under the blankets. His heartbeat slowed under my ear. Fingers traced lazy paths along my spine. No more words were needed.

I woke near dawn to the barn door creaking open by itself. Cold air rushed in where Kade's heat had been only a moment before.

He was already gone.

In his place just inside the doorway stood Elder Thane. Cane in hand. Eyes taking in the blankets, the darkness, and me with a look colder than anything I had seen from him yet.