Fated

by Liza James

  I slowly lift a hand and tentatively reach it forward, hoping that he’ll allow me to rest it on his forehead and check his temperature. He’s blazing hot and I’m actually worried for him.

  He looks at me for a second, pain and agony fill his eyes as he drops his head against my hand. His skin is on fire, literally fuming against my icy touch and I instinctively pull my hand away before it burns me.

  An awful snarl rips from his lips at the absence of my touch and I immediately shift forward, placing my hands over his sweat soaked shirt and push him backwards so that he falls to the ground. He needs my freeze, my wintry touch against his blazing skin and I know I need to give it to him. I want to give it to him.

  I climb over his huge body, hiking my tight dress upwards so that I can straddle him and rest my cold form against his. His breaths are harsh and rapid as he tries to regain the control he needs over his own body.

  I lean forward and rest my hands against his neck, stroking my fingers along his skin and dragging my touch down to his chest. Sliding my hands under the neckline, I inch as far as I can before I drop them to the hem of his shirt. I slowly drag it upwards so that I can move my touch to the hard expanse of his stomach. His skin torches my own with a painful reminder of what I did to him without even realizing it. I take the burns willingly, accepting them and giving whatever I can back to him.

  “I didn’t know,” I whisper again as tears break through my eyes and fall down my ruddy cheeks. I hate crying. I fucking hate it and I can usually keep it under control around everyone. But I can’t now, not as Elijah’s tortured gaze rakes over my body and his labored breaths continue to crash between us. Not as his sickly pale skin lights up against my own and my blood seethes under my flesh in anger at what I’ve done.

  I don’t regret taking something for myself. I wasn’t wrong in enjoying myself with another man. However, I do wish I had known how to block this from Elijah so it wouldn’t hurt him to this extent. I never wanted to physically inflict pain on him and while he never taught this to me, I’m being ripped apart while I watch him suffer.

  Elijah’s hands shoot upwards and tightly grips my own, halting my movements along his skin. I’m sure he’s going to push me away again. “I’m sorry,” I choke out the words as I try to regain my movement along his body, but he resists. His jaw is hard and tense as he silently refuses me.

  “I’m sorry, Elijah,” I say again, anger and frustration nipping at my tone. I try again, pushing my hands forward, making only an inch of progress before he silently stops me. “I’m fucking sorry,” I cry out and this time I pull my hands away and out of his grasp before I try again for the next connection. But he’s quicker than me, stronger than me even while he’s weakened and sick from what’s happened.

  I push forward again as I taste the unfamiliar salty tears slide over my lips and into my mouth. My vision blurs and then clears with each attempt I take at connecting our flesh. He keeps pushing me back, keeps holding my hands together so that I’m bound and forced away from him.

  “I’m sorry,” I say the words out loud and then I whisper them in my mind. I flood our bond with regret and apology and as I shift forward again, he grips my wrists tightly between his thick fingers and yanks them up over my head. He holds me tightly, painfully, silently and sexually as I’m stretched out above him.

  I try to pull my hands from his grasp so that I can attempt touching him but he doesn’t let go. Instead, my hips shift forward at my failed effort and I unintentionally grind against his hard length. He rips my hands back even further so that I’m arched, and my legs are forced farther apart. A selfish whimper slips from my lips as I try again, moving against his thick shaft and taking my own pleasure from him again.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, but this time it’s on a moan as he continues to hold me in place. His other hand falls to my thigh as his fingers dig into my flesh and his hard eyes turn silky and black. He uses his grip to shift me back, and then drag me forward, back and forward again and again as I move against his cock. I try to pull my hands from his grip, try to give us more than this but he refuses me.

  His hips begin rolling up to meet my own and my breaths become labored and anxious as my pussy grinds against him through his jeans. Elijah sits up even farther as his hand slides to the back of my thigh and he yanks me forward. He positions himself so that he’s sitting up while he maintains control over my body.

  “Say something,” I beg him, seeking his thoughts on where his mind is while we ignite around each other.

  “Fuck you, Luna,” he growls the words out as his lips come crashing onto mine, taking me and slamming my body backwards into the ground as he launches forward. His teeth bite into my lower lip, making me bleed and beg and crave him all the more. I taste my blood in my mouth, that tangy metallic flavor that he’s feeding off of through our bond.

  His hips roll and fuck into me as I shift upwards on each thrust until my head smashes into the glass wall behind us. Everything’s dark, the room is empty, the threesome must have had finished a while back.

  “Say something,” I plead, looking for his words to punish and destroy me. Everything inside of me burns for his pain, taking it as my own and absorbing the sting.

  “I can’t stand the fucking sight of you,” he grips the sharp hem of my dress and yanks it upwards as I lift myself and try to help pull it off. The latex stretches and tears in places, but I don’t care, I need it off of me so that I can fix this.

  “Say something,” I demand angrily, and I rush forward to tear his shirt from his chest as more of our skin clashes together. Power and strength build between us, pulling and giving to each other as we clash through this together.

  “I hate you, mo dheamhan,” his words fall from him on a tortured voice and rip through me as new cries claw out of my own throat. Elijah’s lips fall back to mine and he swallows every sound I make, every tear that falls as he takes them for his own. His lips move against mine in a furious demand of passion and war. He claims my pain and I claim his, shouldering each other’s burdens as we fight to become one.

  His hands work to quickly tear off his own jeans while I reach for my panties and yank them down my thighs. His hard cock rolls against my pussy and he groans into my neck. The only thing separating us is the thin material of his tight, silky briefs. I arch my body into his as he continues thrusting into me.

  He’s rough and demanding, his huge cock begs entrance that neither of us are giving in the moment, torturing ourselves with the inevitable as we work through the betrayals and rejections of the last several weeks.

  I run my hands across his shoulders, slowing my movements so that I can focus on how hot his skin still is. He’s working through a fever that’s high and dangerous and I know my touch is the only thing that can bring it down.

  I trail my fingers down his chest, brushing my thumbs across his pierced nipples, focusing on our blood the way he had instructed last time. His lips take mine again and I give it to him, opening as his tongue slides in and sucks my own into his mouth. He tastes every inch of me, stroking inside and savoring the connection. He pierces me in sync with his thrusting hips and I let my hands fall down to his abs. I trace the lines and dips of his muscles and then bring my hands around to his lower back before working my way upwards.

  His mouth devours me, hungry and starving for what only I can give him. I’m the same way though, my achy body craving to have him fill me. He nips at my jaw, biting harshly before kissing and soothing the sting of his punishments. He moves even lower, sliding the tip of his tongue across my collarbone and down through the valley of my breasts.

  I moan and writhe underneath him as he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. At first, he bites down, rough and angry as he reminds me why he’s livid. Then he sucks and licks, tastes and forgives as his hands fall to knead and grip my ass.

  He sits back on his legs as his hands reach for the outside of my thighs and he pulls me around him. I watch as he slides his hand into the band of h
is black briefs and shoves them down, releasing his heavy cock so that it falls between us.

  I uncontrollably moan at the sight, his hand sliding down to his pierced tip and back to the base. My hips inch up to meet him, feel his cock against my pussy but his large hand quickly spreads wide across my stomach and holds me down.

  “This wasn’t supposed to happen to me again,” he grinds out, anger and resentment coating his tone. “I wasn’t supposed to bond again. I wasn’t supposed do this again, Luna. You ruined everything the night I found you at Amelia’s.”

  My eyes are locked on his length as he continues stroking himself, playing with his piercing at the tip before moving back down to tightly squeeze the base of his cock. Fuck, I’m so turned on, even while his painful words work through me. I know he needs to process this, hell, I need to process this. So, I let him talk. One way or the other, at least I’m getting his truth.

  “And then you wouldn’t bond Nathanial. Fuck, I tried. I knew he was the better choice for you. I knew I’d never be able to give you anything you needed. Nathanial would always be the better option.” He shifts forward just slightly, letting the tip of his wide cock slide through my slick slit and I gasp at the sensation. His piercing hits my clit on a cold touch that spirals through my body in need.

  “I don’t want Nathanial,” I say, determination heavy in my voice.

  “No, you want Camden,” he spits back, pulling his cock away and resuming stroking himself.

  “No, I don’t want Camden. It’s only ever been you.”

  “Lies,” he snaps tightly and sits back so that he’s even farther away from me.

  “And what about Sam? I listened to you fuck her, I watched her suck you off. I get that you numbed the bond but that doesn’t stop everything. I felt that shit Elijah. You found me frozen in the goddamn shower after that shit.” I sit up and force myself closer to him as I reach up and grip his neck in my hand, yanking him down so that he’s on top of me.

  “What do you want to hear, Luna?” He taunts, sliding his cock through my wetness and coating it over my clit.

  “The fucking truth, Elijah. For once, give me your truth.” I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass as I lift my hips to meet him. He fists my hair with one hand as he thrusts forward and slides into me with one movement. I gasp out as we come together, joining our bodies in perfect unity. His cock thrusts deep inside of me, hitting places I know only he can fill. Our bodies move and mold together as one while our blood meets through the bond and integrates, igniting an uncontrollable storm within our bodies.

  It’s a mix of my blizzard no longer warring with his raging fire. Instead they come together in perfect alliance, joining as one force that awakens a power within each of us. I feel it billowing around us, electrifying the air and injecting into our veins. We pull from it, from the power coursing through our bond and what’s leaked out into the air.

  “You want the truth, Luna? I fucked Sam when I needed to be inside of you. She was my distraction when I felt like you were getting too close. When you were breaking down my walls and forcing your way into places I swore off years ago. When I needed to remind myself that I could never have you,” he thrust inside of me, over and over as our bodies slam together. His hand moves between us to pull and roll my nipple as I moan around his mouth. He swallows everything, my sounds, my cries, my pleas for more.

  “Then you know what Camden was to me,” I force out in between my heavy breaths.

  Elijah sits back and pulls out and I immediately feel the painful loss of him inside of me. But he quickly flips me over and pulls me up so that I’m on my hands and knees. Instantly, an uncontrollable worry rushes through me at the position, but I force the tainted memories to the back of mind.

  Elijah leans forward, over my back as he slides back inside of me, thrusting forward with a much slower, intentional rhythm and I feel the heat rip through my chest. He eases me into this, taking my flash of fear and reminding me I’m safe. His body temperature has fallen slightly, which is good and I’m immediately a little more at ease.

  His hand slides up to my throat as he pulls me up and against his chest while he continues moving inside of me. He tugs my head backwards as he crashes his lips against mine. His cock rocks forward and stretches me open, my pussy clamped tightly around him as I milk everything he’s giving me.

  I feel a shift in the air around us, as it settles and balances out the power that’s been chaotically warring. His thrusts drag into torturously delicious draws on my body, slowly pushing back in as I feel every stretch and yield I give to him.

  “Say something,” I brush the words against his soft lips again.

  “You’re perfect, Luna” he whispers back as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and nips at me gently.

  “Say something,” I arch my back and push into him as his hand falls in between my legs and begins circling my clit.

  “You were created for me, and only me.” This, he says on a possessive growl that thunders through my chest. His lips fall to the nape of my neck as he trails kisses along my shoulder and we fall forward.

  “Say something,” I beg one last time as the orgasm builds and twists inside of me, ready to snap in the next second.

  “I need you, m’aingeal,” he whispers in my ear and every bit of anger or distrust melts away inside of me. He suddenly replaces that night seven years ago with this refined moment. Flawless and immaculate even while I’m in this position that had been ruined for me before now.

  I release a breathy moan as his thrusts become more frantic and his fingers soak my clit in my own wetness with every pinch and stroke he gives it. “Come for me, Luna. And give me what only I can take from you, what only belongs to me. Give me everything.”

  I do. I break around him in the strongest orgasm I’ve ever felt. I pull and clamp around his thick cock while he comes inside of me, meeting my orgasm with his own as our blood rises and unites through the bond.

  Completing us. Drawing us together and feeding our addictions with our personal brand of heroine.

  My Demon and his Angel, tainting and purifying each other with each consuming kiss.

  I’ve shifted to my back, still wonderfully naked as Elijah’s soft lips trail slowly across my jaw line. He works his way up to my ear, grazing his tongue along the thin shell before sucking my lobe into his mouth and then releasing.

  “So good, mo dheamhan agus mo aingeal,” he whispers, dark and husky against my skin. His voice draws more needy moans and whimpers from my lips. We’ve just finished, basking in the lusty satisfaction that surrounds us but I’m already yearning for more.

  I intentionally tilt my head closer to him, seeking his lips against my mine. He gives it to me, willingly and roughly as he works to satiate the desire inside of me. He’s working to quench the thirst of his own as well.

  His tongue slides across the soft skin of my lower lip as he urges me to part for him. I immediately respond, opening while lifting my head and pressing myself harder against his body, taking him for myself as he matches my aggression with his own. We consume each other, simply and perfectly.

  “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you,” he says as he rolls to his back and pulls me along with him. I’m tucked into his side, my thigh draped over his waist while one of his hand’s rests possessively on the back of my neck. We continue to explore each other’s mouths, refusing to part just yet.

  “Good,” I mutter against him before I lean back, searching his eyes and our bond for his true feelings in this moment.

  I relax slightly at the realization that he genuinely seems happy. I don’t believe he regrets anything we’ve done. God, I hope he doesn’t. I feel whole for the first time in my life, satisfyingly warm as I’m pressed against his hard body. I don’t want this to end.

  I do notice the slightest tense coil that remains inside of him, but I’m thankful that he isn’t hiding that from me. He watches me as I try to read our blood bond and lifts his
thumb to brush across my cheek.

  “We have a lot we need to discuss,” he says, and I notice the strain he has lining his voice.

  “I know,” I answer honestly. “But I’m not ready yet. I just want to stay in this moment for a little while longer.”

  Elijah rolls his heavy body towards me, so that my head rests on his bicep and his hand grips the side of my face. “I understand, it can wait. But Luna, there’s something else I need you to know,” he pauses, focusing on his touch coasting across my skin. “That night, seven years ago—”

  “Elijah,” I start, closing my eyes and refusing to revisit that memory.

  “I was trying to find you, Luna.”

  His words cause my eyes to snap open. I felt the possibility of that notion when we saw each other’s memories. I remember considering how that could even be a possibility, we didn’t know each other then. “We don’t know that for sure,” I explain, trying to find logic in the impossible.

  “It’s true. I know it. I know it in my head, I know it in my heart, I know it in our bond.” He speaks roughly, but an urgency is evident in his tone. “I should have found you. Fuck, I should have been there, Luna.”

  Suddenly, I realize what he’s trying to do. He feels guilty over that night and is taking the blame on his shoulders. It’s the last thing I want, for that night to taint anything we have together.

  I lift my hands to his face and try to convey every ounce of the passion I’m feeling for him through my eyes and through our blood. “Don’t. Don’t do that Elijah. You were going through something horrific as well. You have no reason to feel guilty, or sorry for anything. It was never your fault. It was never my fault. It was their fault. But those men can’t take anything else away from me, or from us. I won’t let them.” I speak the words frantically as I press my lips against his and claim them once again. For us, for this moment. For everything we have together.