Page 16 of Fated (The Bonded Legacy #1)

“Watch for her signs,” Fenrir encouraged. “Our Goddess speaks through the unexpected.”

The thought pierced through Caleb’s haze of desire.

They’d built this life together without Selene’s blessed bond, finding depth and meaning through choice rather than fate.

Yet he couldn’t silence the whisper of doubt—the question of whether this summit might reveal why they’d been denied that sacred connection.

“Choice is its own blessing,” Fenrir reminded him. “Selene honors those who forge their own paths with intention.”

The possibility both terrified and intrigued him, but tonight, in this moment of connection, he would silence those doubts and celebrate what they’d created together.

Asher arched his back under Caleb’s touch, a low growl of anticipation vibrating in the beta’s throat.

Caleb slid his hands around Asher’s chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, before moving down past his waist to stroke the hard length of his weeping cock.

The sensation of Asher’s arousal in his palm heightening Caleb’s own need.

He leaned in, lips brushing Asher’s skin as he whispered filthy promises, each word laced with a mix of dominance and worship.

He trailed his lips down Asher’s spine, mapping the terrain of his beta’s body, alternating between tender kisses and sharp nips.

The glossy veil of sweat forming on Asher’s skin tasted like devotion—salt and heat mingling on Caleb’s tongue.

Asher’s skin prickled as his muscles responded to Caleb’s unspoken commands, each subtle arch and twist honored the trust between them.

When Caleb pulled away, Asher whimpered at the loss of contact. Caleb stood, hands shaking as he stripped off his clothes. He caught Asher watching him, the beta’s expression blazing with raw hunger. Caleb’s gaze softened, a flicker of tenderness cutting through the primal intensity.

Caleb rummaged through his toiletry bag, retrieving a bottle of lube and tossing it onto the bed. His gaze lingered on Asher’s waiting form as he steadied his breathing.

While Caleb typically surrendered to Asher’s lead in the bedroom, tonight’s rare offering of submission filled him with equal parts pride and responsibility.

Circling back behind Asher, Caleb let his hands roam over the firm curves of his beta’s ass.

He alternated between playful spanks and gentle kneading, the contrast eliciting soft groans from Asher.

Kneeling, he spread Asher wide, mouth watering at the sight before him.

He leaned in, warm breath ghosting over Asher’s puckered entrance.

Asher sucked in a breath, fists clenching the sheets as Caleb’s tongue flicked out to tease him. The first lick was slow and testing, before Caleb worshipped him in earnest. Each stroke of his tongue was a methodical exploration of the tantalizing haven Asher offered up for him.

“My beautiful beta,” Caleb murmured between licks, voice thick with ardor.

Asher whimpered at the praise, body yielding under Caleb’s attention, his submission absolute.

Fenrir’s voice was a guttural whisper. “Take him . Show him he is ours.” Each word rippled through Caleb’s muscles, turning human movements into something wilder.

Gripping Asher’s hips, Caleb buried his face deeper, tongue probing with relentless precision.

Desperation radiated from the beta’s taut muscles—his body responding to every caress, every deliberate sweep of Caleb’s tongue—revealing his submission.

Each soft cry seeped into Caleb’s blood, making his own erection strain with maddening pressure against his stomach.

When Caleb finally pulled away with one last lingering taste, Asher let out a broken sound. Caleb stood, cock aching as he slicked it with lube. The sight of Asher—breathless, vulnerable, utterly open—made his chest tighten with an overwhelming tenderness that transcended mere desire.

He drizzled more lube onto Asher’s entrance, fingers spreading it—probing, stretching his beta—with practiced ease. Asher gasped at the intrusion, hips bucking in response. When he reached for his own erection, Caleb caught the beta’s wrist with a firm grip.

“No,” Caleb growled. He leaned down, lips brushing Asher’s ear as he pressed the slicked head of his cock against his beta’s entrance. “Your pleasure is mine alone tonight.”

The tight heat of Asher’s body nearly undid Caleb as he pushed in. He groaned, fingers digging into Asher’s hips as he stretched past each tight ring of muscle. Asher’s sharp inhale turned into a deep, guttural moan as Caleb bottomed out. Their bodies perfectly aligned.

“Goddess, you feel amazing,” Asher gasped, voice trembling with pleasure.

Caleb moved, strokes attentive and unhurried, each one brushing against Asher’s prostate. Fenrir roared in approval, the wolf’s presence bleeding into Caleb’s movements, lending them an edge of primal intensity.

“Hold it,” Caleb growled as he felt Asher’s body tighten around him. His own control wavered, but Caleb held firm, pushing Asher to the edge again and again, only to pull him back. He wanted Asher to feel everything—to know, without a doubt, that he was cherished, worshipped, and wholly his.

Asher’s moans bounced off the walls, body shuddering beneath Caleb’s steady rhythm. Each thrust reaffirmed their bond—alpha and beta, lovers, partners bound by trust deeper than hierarchy.

“Caleb, please ,” Asher begged, desperation filling his voice.

“Not yet,” Caleb commanded, voice brimming with alpha authority.

Fenrir howled in delight, reveling in the display of power and devotion.

Finally, when Asher was on the verge of breaking, Caleb growled, “Now!”

The word was a release. An alpha’s order. A promise carrying all his love and affection.

Asher cried out, climax ripping through him as his body clenched around Caleb. The intensity of it was enough to pull Caleb over the edge, release spilling into his beta as Fenrir roared triumphantly in his mind.

Caleb collapsed onto the bed, pulling Asher into his arms. Their breaths mingled, their bodies slick with sweat, but the world felt quiet and whole.

Afterward, they showered together, movements slow and intimate.

Asher pressed Caleb into the cool tile, making love to him in return.

By the time they went to bed, tangled in each other’s arms, Caleb felt a sense of peace—the first in weeks since the summit invitation arrived in the mail.

He sent a silent prayer to Selene, thanking her for Asher.

Tomorrow would bring the chaos of the summit, the landmine of politics and pressure. But tonight, in this quiet space, he had everything he needed.