Fae Chronicles 01 - Fighting Destiny

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Authors: Amelia Hutchins
made a choice? Or shall I make it for you, I could always use a snack," he replied seductively low, his tongue coming out to lick his full lips, his eyes searching and locking with mine.
    "Fine, just make it stop!" I winced as my voice which was weak, filled with heat and a roughness that bruised my pride.
    "Stand up," he ordered and my traitorous legs obeyed him instantly, as if they belonged to him.
    "I have to touch you," his head tilted as his nostrils flared, "To mark you as my own."
    As my own...
    I hated it! I was being reduced to nothing. My bones felt like heated putty, my blood was flowing in a heated rush to parts that I had left neglected since Adrian. I hadn't been laid in so long that I couldn't even remember how long it had actually been.
    I watched him slide forward, his eyes intense and still piercing me with his glow. I wanted to step back. Needed to, but all I could manage to do was arc my flipping hips! My body strained for his touch, anticipated it. Begged for it.
    "Are you wet?" He whispered softly as his lips touched against my ear, as he pulled my body flush against his.
    I wanted to scream at him, but the most I could manage was an explosive "yes" to his question. His hands reached out, removing my own that had continued to stroke where the wetness was now visible through the jeans I wore. He held my hand in his much bigger one as it continued to move.
    I thought he would drop it, but instead he brought it up and held it to his nose, inhaling deeply for a few seconds as a deep blush stole up my body to flood my cheeks. Drawing my scent in before his lips moved down to my flesh and softly touched my palm, his heated breath making me growl my need from deep inside my chest.
    "You smell good, Witch."
    I moved closer to him, it wasn't the direction I wanted to go.
    "Tell me to fuck you, tell me to fuck you until you come."
    My lips quivered, but as much as I despised myself for weakness, I said it. "Fuck me, please...I ache. Make it stop, oh God just make it stop please." Another violent moan exploded as soon as the words were out.
    He moved closer, finally dropping my hand as his body closed the distance and pressed against mine—hard. "You hate this, but you need to know what can happen and your place. There is a reason no one fucks with me, next time you want to push my fucking buttons, remember this," he pressed a magnificent erection against my navel, "Because next time, I will fuck you. I don't play games, nor do I take shit from anyone. I take what I want. I don't fuck around, if you mind fuck me...well I will fuck you . Next time, you won't get a warning."
    I said nothing, my mouth felt as if by speaking I would violate him...crazy I know, but whatever spell I was under, be it compulsion or something worse, was making it impossible to say anything besides what he wanted to hear from me...which sucked because I had so many comments to throw in his face.
    His free hand came up, grasping my chin between his fingers as he tipped it up until I was looking into those dangerous fiery endless pits. He leaned in closer to mine at the exact same moment his other hand applied pressure against the fire he had started in my core. I felt sparks ignite from his touch as his mouth claimed mine gently. Tasting me, softly.
    His mouth went from soft, to forceful as his teeth grazed against my lips, demanding more. Demanding I open for his pleasure. I was lost. I opened for him, giving him back what he wanted, what he demanded. The combination was overwhelming, his slight pressure, combined with his kiss made the storm intensify until my legs quivered and refused to hold my weight any longer.
    I didn't fall as far as I thought I would, instead his leg was there catching me, his hands pushing back against the cold metal frame of the car while he stroked me with his hand and his fingers magnificently. My heart raced, as liquid heat poured from my core. I was about to explode and he knew it.
    "Good girl," he whispered

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