Echo (Fated)

by Liza James

She leans forward, seeking my lips with hers, looking for that connection to be made between us. But I pull back quickly, refusing to give it to her yet. I like drawing this out, working her up until she’s begging for it.

  “Do you think anyone else could fuck you like I do?” My voice grows a bit louder, but the growl in my tone is more evident than the volume. My shoulders are tense and my body is dripping with need for her. My pussy is wet and pulsing with each beat of my fucking heart while I torture the both of us. This is just as painful for me as it is for her, but lucky for us—I enjoy the sting of delayed releases.

  “No,” she replies, her tone falling into a moan while I grip the hem of her dress and drag it up her thighs. “Never. No one knows me like you do, Ruby. No one touches me like you do.”

  I smile against her lips while she inhales a heavy, ragged breath. Finally, giving her what she needs when I press the bullet against her clit at the same time I claim her mouth with my own. We move with each other. My body rolling against hers while my thigh presses against her pussy. I grip the back of her neck while shift together, pressing so completely against each other. Like we can’t get enough of this, of our connection, of our bodies finally giving into what we need from one another.

  “Fuck, please,” she begs while her entire body melts and unravels at its seams. She’s falling apart, in all of the best ways, and I fucking love holding onto her in these moments. Controlling her need for release, her pleasure, only giving it to her when she fucking deserves it. Once she’s worked for it.

  Suddenly, she’s moving her hips against the toy, fucking it while I hold it in my hand. She’s working herself closer to her release, seeking it out rather than receiving it like a good fucking girl.

  Always so bad.

  I pull it away just as quickly and flip her around in the same moment so that her chest is pressed tightly against the door and I’m crowding her from behind. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Vibe Girl?” I bite the words out against her ear, just as my hand snakes around her throat from in front of her.

  I pull her back, so that she’s arched against me and her ass rolls across my pussy. “How dare you assume you can get off whenever you’d like to?”

  She groans in frustration, but I don’t miss the way her hand subtly drops in front of her, her fingers slipping in between her legs and against the door. I scoff, genuinely surprised at how much she’s pushing back tonight. But then again, she’s always enjoyed being a brat. Being punished for rebelling.

  My grip tightens on her throat while my other hand yanks her dress up and over her ass. She’s wearing a black, lace thong underneath, which is already askew from how I’ve been playing with her. So, I make it quick as I drop the vibrating bullet between her thighs, slipping it against her clit while she moans loudly. Her face pressed against the door almost painfully while she whimpers. I release my hold on her neck for a moment and drop my fingers to glide through her pussy momentarily. I want her on my skin, her wetness soaking my flesh in the ways her sounds breach my blood. The toy lays against her clit while I slide inside of her and she arches even farther, pushing herself against my hand while I fuck her.

  She’s getting close, moving nearer to her release while her hushed breaths turn into uncontrollable moans. “More,” she begs, and I slip another finger inside of her while becomes impossibly wetter against my hand. God, she’s fucking dripping. Her arousal coats her thighs while I work inside of her. “Yes, fuck, yes. Nova.”

  Nova. My birthname. The one I avoided telling her for so long because of what it meant to me. It means so much more now, a transformation. She knows that. So, when she uses it like this, like a fucking plead and search of more, I fucking lose myself over it. I lean farther against her, brushing my lips against hers while I fuck her harder. “Aura,” I say breathlessly, working myself up just as much as I’m working through her. Watching her, hearing her, feeling her this turned on is everything I fucking need to get off on my own.

  Her moans grow louder, and she steps closer to her own release. It’s when I know I have to slow things down, because she always has to be reminded of who she belongs to. “I’ll let you come, Vibe Girl.” I say, just as I pull myself free of her pussy and wrap the same hand around her face, covering her mouth and stifling her moans. She can taste herself on my skin, her cum on my fingers so that she knows exactly what I fucking do to her. How I fucking own her.

  I slide the bullet back and slip it inside of her, letting it vibrate for a few moments as she writhes and moves against it. In the same moments, I quickly reach into pocket and pull out my phone, navigating the exact app I need to pull this off.

  “But not yet.” I hit the right button, the one that halts the vibrations of the bullet and step away from her, wiping my hand across her face and neck as I move. Staining her skin with reminders of what I do to her.

  She glances back at me, momentarily confused while I lean forward and hit the light switch. She flinches and turns towards me, her chest heaving while she tries to catch her breath and comprehend what’s happening.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she snaps. Her hands frantically pull at her panties and her dress while she adjusts them.

  “Funny, that’s exactly what I asked you when you weren’t obeying me,” I remind her and step forward into her space while her eyes stay glued to my own.

  “You’re kidding, right? Help me take this shit out,” she bites the words out and drops her hands to pull at her dress again. But I’m quicker, and I grip her wrists while her eyes fly back up to my own.

  “Don’t touch it.” I demand, while my thumb taps the button that starts the vibrations again. She sucks in a breath and drops her head back but forces her eyes to stay locked on me. I use the app to control the strength, and move it higher while I continue listing my instructions. “I own you. I own this. All of it, Aura. Do you understand that?”

  “Ruby, seriously?” she says, tiny whimpers filling her tone while she continues struggling. Her hips begin moving again, working through the waves of pleasure she’s trying to fight back.

  “Deadly,” I reply, and then I stop the vibrations in the second she starts finding her rhythm.

  She groans out in frustrated pain. “Yes, I understand. I’m always yours.”

  A smirk pulls at my lips while I press my chest against hers and run my hands down the front of her dress, smoothing it out so nothing looks askew. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers and consuming her with our kiss. Her lips work against mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth while my hand moves up and grips her jaw tightly. I fucking love this, the constant push and pull between us. The need for fulfillment and overwhelming intoxication that flows in our space.

  She pulls back momentarily, catching her breath while she meets my gaze. “This is fucking cruel.”

  I lean forward and take her mouth one more time, tasting her own arousal on her tongue and lips, knowing I’m the one who put it there. “I’ve never been nice, Vibe girl. You should know that by now.” I bite her bottom lip and pull back, until I hear her cry out in pain and then let it go.

  Stepping away from her, I reach for the door handle, letting her move to the side while I open it and step out. She follows behind me, her movements already altered slightly by what’s still inside of her. I let her step ahead and just as she passes, I lean forward and press my lips against her ear one last time.

  “Be a good girl, Aura, and I’ll let you come tonight.” I laugh, pulling back and straightening my shoulders. “Eventually.”

  Chapter Seven

  Leon

  Is this what fucking anxiety feels like? I'm being suffocated in what if's and maybes, drowning in the possibilities and potential of the future.

  Somethings coming. I can feel it, my entire nature is lighting up in irritation and impatience while we stand around this fire pit in the back yard. Stella has once again, decorated everything in greenery and holiday styled florals. She's put together an entire table of treats
and food—that she didn't fucking cook, I'm not crediting her for that—and everything to make this time of the year seem somewhat normal.

  News flash. It isn't fucking normal.

  We aren't fucking happy.

  None of us are. We're all miserable, me being the most uncomfortable of them all. But still, every day that passes is a reminder to Luna and Stella that they may not ever reconnect with their sister. They only tolerate me at the moment because I'm the one tether they have to her. My presence alone reassures them she's still alive and breathing somewhere.

  Not for long though.

  I have the strangest sense that while we may be getting closer to finding her, we're getting further and further away from the true Amelia. I knew she was gone a long time ago, but this feels different. This is stronger, the distance more prominent and destructive with each passing minute.

  My eyes glance to the side as I lift the red champagne flute to my lips and sip.

  "What the fuck—" I bite out, spitting out the bitter liquid. "What the hell is this, Stella?" She looks to me, a sly smile pulling across her face while her eyes twinkle with satisfaction.

  "It's champagne, Leon. Haven't you ever had it before?" she replies, her tone happily content with my discomfort.

  I glance back at the glass again, and instead of finishing it, I tip it over and spill all over the ground in front of me. I don't care that it splashes on her feet and leaves little wet droplets on her expensive shoes. She shouldn't have given this to me in the first place. It's her fault, really.

  "It taste like dry ass fizzy sand." I cough, and lift my eyes to meet Stella's when something shifts underneath my skin. I can feel it, the black haze slipping over my eyes and slithering in my blood. I don't fucking understand what's happening, or why, but it's rare and uncomfortable when it does.

  My entire reality slows down, and suddenly Ruby and Aura step into the space outside where we all are huddled in a circle. The heaters are keeping us all warm, but it's the darkness in my flesh that heats my own blood.

  Fuck, something else is happening. Along with whatever is triggering my demons, I can feel the sexual tension spilling through the space. I glance up, finding Stella's eyes trained on Aura while she fights back her own phase. Nathanial's stepping up behind her, his hand sliding around her waist as he tugs her against him.

  Looking towards Aura, I can already feel it radiating from her. The fucking need, the ache, I can practically sense the pulsing in her pussy while Ruby stands at her side. What the fuck are they doing?

  But there's something else moving around us too. A feeling completely unrelated to the sexual tension coming from Ruby and Aura. This is heavy, drowning me in a need detached from anything Incubus. No, this has more to do with Amelia than my own Demons.

  I drop my head, shaking it out while I try to fight back the waves of inky darkness sliding across my vision. I can feel Luna at my side, and Elijah on the other. Both of them have seen this the most, they know I slip into something I don't even understand while it's at work.

  Luna's gentle touch lands on my shoulder, but I shift out of her hold while a growl builds in my throat. "Don't fucking touch me."

  "Maybe this was a bad idea," Stella whispers to Nathanial, as if I can't fucking hear her. But I can, I know what she means.

  And she's right.

  "Yeah, it was a horrible fucking idea," I snap, darting my black gaze towards Ruby and Aura. Revealing something different, something they will never be able to understand like we do.

  Why the fuck did Stella invite them into our world? This is too much for them. They won't recover from this.

  "What—" Aura's quiet voice mutters in confusion when I look away, and Ruby's eyes widen at what she thinks she saw as well. Stella is quick to jump in front of them, attempting to shift things in a different direction even though we know it's too late.

  "Leon, maybe you should go inside," Luna offers, stepping a little closer to me but maintaining a safe distance. I'm starting to feel suffocated in more ways than one. My skin is pulling tight and my muscles are beyond tense. My head is pounding while the darkness continues pooling in my chest and the sharp sting of something in my blood echoes in my ears.

  Amelia.

  Amelia.

  Amelia.

  Amelia.

  "Something's wrong," I say, my voice strained and hoarse in my chest while my mind goes black. I'm fighting whatever this is, but the pain is growing and strangling my thoughts while I feel Amelia fight against me. "What the fuck is going on, Millie?" I whisper to myself as I slap the palm of my hand against the side of my face. I stumble backwards, and for the split second I glance up, I catch Ruby's gaze in my face as she stalks towards me. Stella is reaching for her arm in the same instance, but something snaps inside of me and I launch towards her.

  "Are you afraid, little girl?" My voice takes on that strange quality, it vibrates against my tongue and my skin in echoes of distortion. Before I can even control it, I feel pain of my Incubus form threatening to release. The sharp points of my horns straining against my skull. My teeth shift in my mouth, in ways that are subtle in vision but painful in my gums.

  Everything changes. Every single time this happens. But the agony is worse with each passing moment, as I become weaker and my fated connection is pulled tighter and tighter.

  "No," she whispers, and I'm genuinely surprised when her eyes stay focused on mine. "You have no idea what I've fucking been through."

  I laugh, the sound spilling from my mouth in complete and total shock at her words. As if whatever has happened to her would be anything in comparison to what I've been through.

  But these two, these little sparks in the midst of darkness, continue surprising me when Aura steps up next to Ruby and slides her hand through hers. They both face me, and Stella hurries up behind them to try and pull us all apart. But I hold up my hand, and quickly snap at Stella to stay the fuck back. She shouldn't have invited them if she didn't want them to find out what we are.

  "You should be," I whisper, tilting my head to the side while I step up against them. Aura isn’t actively turned on at the moment, the remnants of whatever the hell they were doing still lingers in the air around them. I inhale, breathing in the scent of their attraction, their passion—their fucking pussies. Feeding from it, draining it of every tension-filled ounce that I can use to increase my own strength. "You're playing in a world you were never meant to be a part of."

  "And you're playing with a couple of girls who have traded everything for their own power." Aura's kind voice takes a sharper turn, and it breathes through my ears like the tip of a knife.

  Pointed. Detached. Dynamic.

  They move even closer to me, and their energy leaks into the air around me. It’s impressive, honestly. The way two mere mortals could be so incredibly united against a Demon like me.

  They don’t even realize what they’re getting themselves into.

  My body tenses, my muscles pull back in preparation to launch forward and show them exactly what I can become. I ache to show them the true power to my nature, to give them what little Aura seems so desperate for.

  A fucking release. I can do that, no matter how united they are in this moment, I could tear them into pieces in the next second.

  But just before I shift forward, a new sound breaks out around me and everything in the air becomes colder.

  Bitter. Angry. Destructive.

  I know who it is before I turn around because I know exactly who it isn’t. It’s not Millie, and that only leaves one other person who could intensify my already irritated mood like this does.

  Lucifer.

  “Fucking hell, seriously? Every single thing that could possibly happen today…” I hear Elijah’s frustrated voice growl out behind me.

  I whip my head around and my gaze lands on Lucifer, his blonde hair slicked back over his head and shaved close on the sides. He’s wearing tight black, distressed jeans with a black button down tucked into the waist. Hi
s sleeves are rolled up over his tattooed forearms, the buttons undone half-way down his chest, exposing the countless hours of artwork he has decorating his skin there as well.

  He’s appeared out of nowhere, which is his preferred form of transportation. Always catching people off guard, demanding entry wherever he isn’t invited.

  But it’s who he has at his feet that truly catches my attention. Before I can ask what’s going on though, countless voices start frantically shouting behind me.

  “Get Aura and Ruby inside,” Nathanial demands, and suddenly chaos breaks lose around us.

  “Fuck no,” Ruby replies, and I can vaguely hear her stepping away from us, distancing herself from anyone who would try to touch them.

  “They’ve already seen it,” Luna interrupts, her voice shaking slightly as she speaks. I’m sure she’s panicking, unsure of how to explain everything that seems to be unfolding in front of them.

  “So, we explain it. Just like you guys did with us,” Stella quickly adds. I glance back, finding Ruby’s arms wrapped tightly around Aura’s waist while they watch with wide eyes. They look afraid, but something else is present in their bodies as well. There’s a different kind of strength I don’t usually see in humans. A distinct type of bravery, a darkness we seem to share amongst all of us.

  “So, we kill them,” I offer, my voice loud enough for the two girls to hear, and my tone sharp enough to illicit some kind of reaction.

  But there’s nothing, and Aura smirks in my direction while Stella gasps at my preferred silencing option.

  “Another party we weren’t invited to,” Lucifer’s voice finally booms through the space and we all fall silent as we turn towards him. Luna and Stella absently slink backwards, moving to stand in front of Aura and Ruby while Lucifer speaks. “Such a fucking disappointment.”

  My eyes snap downwards, falling on the fragile form that rests on her knees at his feet. His tattooed hand is wrapped through her long, blonde, wavy hair, holding her at his complete mercy until he’s ready to use her.