Fated

by Liza James

  “Yes,” he says plainly as he quickly tears the straps down my shoulders and chest until my breasts are completely open to him. He drops his head, skimming his teeth across every inch of me and then biting in sporadic places. One of his hands falls to my ankle as he lifts my leg and hooks it around his hip.

  “Fuck,” I moan uncontrollably as his fingers slowly slide up the back of my calf and then shift to brush the inside of my thigh.

  “Come on Angel, spread those pretty legs for me.” His voice is low and husky as it glides over my sensitive skin and settles low in my pussy. I do as he demands, always. Because I can’t fucking get enough of him.

  He laughs darkly and he takes my mouth with his, “That’s right. Tell me how wet you are, Luna.” He sucks my tongue into his mouth before releasing and diving into my own. His other hand lifts to the back of my head as he fists my hair and drags me even harder against his body.

  “We’re in the fucking kitchen, Elijah,” I say harshly, but secretly I love playing this game with him. Where he corrupts me and seduces me even though I think it’s a bad idea. He feels me out still, always and every time through our bond. He never pushes me to do anything I’m not comfortable with.

  He takes care of me. Genuinely and completely. I fucking love him for it.

  “Yeah, I know. I’ve been dying to fuck you on these counters since we moved in,” he responds and his head dips to suck one of my nipples into his warm, wet mouth. They’re hard, stiff and aching for his touch to sooth them. His tongue slips out and across my chilled skin. His fire blazes me with every lick and suck he gives them.

  Elijah and Nathanial quickly found us a new home after everything happened three weeks ago. We moved in the middle of the night, without telling Amelia or Stella when or where we were going. We can’t risk them telling Danner. Stella has completely lost herself to the condition. She’s either partying hard and fucking anything that moves, or she’s hidden and reserved inside of herself while Nathanial silently watches her from a safe distance.

  Esme came and placed a barrier spell around the house. So, if we leave, Amelia and Stella can’t actually decipher the directions to and from wherever we go. It’s like the spell scrambles the turns inside of their head, fogs over any words or numbers that could hint as to where we are.

  The truth is that we aren’t that far from where we were before. But we’re in a secluded portion of those woods that have made home to so many of our memories. Nathanial and Elijah bought the mansion together. It’s roughly 27,000 square feet and filled to the brim with countless rooms and spaces where we can all keep to ourselves.

  But Elijah wants to fuck in the kitchen—the communal fucking kitchen—where anyone could catch us.

  He grips the hem of my panties and yanks them down my thighs until they fall to the floor below. The cold counter shocks my bare ass and I absently arch my back to run from the sensation. He’s quick though and his hands immediately slide under me as he grinds his hard cock into my pussy through his jeans.

  “You feel so good, Luna. So fucking tight and ready for me,” He groans the words as he slides his finger into my pussy, going deep and hard as I whimper around his lips.

  “Shit, yes. Please, Elijah,” I surrender. Giving him what I know gets him impossibly harder before he decides to slam his cock inside of me.

  “Quiet, Angel. You don’t want to wake everyone, do you?” His voice is low but demanding as he fucks me with his hand. Going faster and harder while I bite my lip to hold back my moans.

  He quickly pulls me from the counter and my knees weaken as I fall to the ground in front of him. His hands are immediately at his jeans as he unzips himself, but I take his hands in my own and pull them to his sides. I want to finish undressing him.

  He pulls himself away from my touch as he crouches down in front of me. He drags his thumb across my lower lip, tugging it downwards as his broad chest flexes with each movement. He’s shirtless, and his fucking body is something I could never get tired of.

  “Do you want to suck my cock, mo dheamhan?” he says darkly, and a flash of that inky obscurity whips through his eyes.

  Wetness pools between my legs and coats my thighs as I think about tasting him, having his cock slide through my lips and across my tongue.

  “Yes,” I whisper, arching my back and willingly lifting myself towards him.

  “Try again,” he demands harshly as goosebumps break out across my shoulders.

  “Please, let me suck your cock.” This time, I voice the needy desire through both my words and through our bond, letting the ache flow through me and into him. I watch as his hard cock kicks back against his tight briefs and I can’t stop the smirk that tugs at my lips.

  “Yeah, yeah, you’ve got me Luna. Every fucking part of me,” he laughs against my lips as he stands again and quickly releases his cock from the waistband of his briefs. It falls long and heavy between us and my tongue naturally slips out to wet my bottom lip at the sight of him.

  I whimper in need as his hand tangles in my hair and he yanks me forward. “Part those soft lips, Luna. Let me fuck that pretty face of yours,” his cock pushes against me, spreading me open as I take him in as far as I can manage. I let my tongue lick across his pierced tip, lightly pulling on the silver bar before I move to lick up the underside of his shaft from base to tip again.

  “God, fuck. So good, Luna,” he chokes the words out as his hand fists the back of my head, gripping my hair and setting a rhythm that I fucking love. It’s hard and fast as his hips thrust forward to meet me. I take him, every single inch that fits, and then I fist the rest of him with my hand.

  I feel the salty taste of his cum as it pearls at the tip and I drag his cock across my lower lip. He watches, his eyes flaring with surprised heat at the sight of his cum on my face.

  “Shit, shit. Holy shit, that’s fucking hot.” He holds my head still, just barely above his cock as he watches me, and I dart my tongue out to lick at the taste he left on my skin.

  “Then fuck me and I’ll let you cum wherever you like,” I say the words quietly, but let that sultry tone dances across my voice. He suddenly yanks me up by my hair and turns me around so that my back is against his while I’m pressed up against the counter.

  “Make it a promise and I’ll fuck you anyway you like,” his tone bites against my skin as he rolls his hard cock against my ass.

  “I promise,” I whisper softly. “Now fuck me, Elijah. I need you,” and just like that I’m gasping at the sudden stretch of him as he fills me, inch by delicious inch he consumes me. “Oh my god, so deep. So good,” I mumble the words as his hand slides up to the base of my throat and he holds me against him.

  He thrusts into me, deeper and harder as our bodies slap every time they come together. I’m soaked, incredibly wet and the sweet sounds fill my ears and turn me on desperately. He keeps thrusting, meeting me match for match as my skin licks against his own. Our blood rages between the bond while an even deeper connection keeps us grounded together.

  Suddenly, everything shifts around us for a brief moment and we’re surrounded by a stunning mountain scape. We’re outside, large trees and soft grass envelopes the large area while wildflowers are scattered across ground below. I glance behind me and watch as Elijah takes in the scenery as well.

  This has been happening lately, our minds and bodies throw us into a new beautiful location that we’ve never been to before. I love it and appreciate it for the quick reprieve it gives us. I love the home we live in now, but the size of the house doesn’t change the fact that we’re essentially hiding. And Amelia lovingly refers to herself as our hostage.

  We’re struggling to find answers for Stella while Nathanial refuses to share the exact reason why Stella didn’t accept her bond with Danner. I have a feeling I know, and Elijah believes it as well. But we both know better than anyone that you can’t force a Fated bond until they’re ready to accept it.

  The visions aren’t what truly capture my attention anymore w
hen we’re like this. No, my favorite part is how Elijah sees himself in these moments. Because in these visions, he’s in his true form. Far from a Fallen Angel and much more than what he was born to be.

  His large white wings span the length of his back and wrap around us as he continues thrusting into me again, and again. He claims me and consumes me with every breath while I run my fingers across the soft texture of what he used to have. But I swear he feels it, these visions are becoming sturdier and stronger every time we create one.

  We’re growing more powerful, fiercer together with each passing moment and even now, while we’re losing ourselves to the passion between us, I can feel the influence thickening the air.

  Elijah’s thrusts grow more frantic and his hand falls to circle my clit as he continues that drag of his cock in and out of my tight pussy. I cling to him, milking his body and craving what he gives me as my orgasm erupts around us. It swallows me and I drown in it happily, relaxing in his arms as he pulls out at the last minute and strokes his cock as he rides out his own orgasm on my back and down my thighs. I feel the silky streams of his cum coat my skin and then feel his warm hands they skim across my body, marking me and branding me with his essence.

  He leans down and rolls into me one last time, slipping more of his cum back inside my slick core. His lips drop to my ear as the vision shatters around us and we’re suddenly back in the dark kitchen and against the counter. “Mine,” he growls, resuming the act of feasting on my skin with his dark touch and caress.

  “Yours,” I whisper back. “Always.”

  He lays another soft kiss against my lips as he turns me to face him and slowly straightens my dress back down my legs. He lifts the thin straps up to my shoulders and we both work to rightfully return my state to something presentable.

  Elijah pulls up and zips his jeans and then picks up my thin panties from the floor, dangling them in front of me on a single finger as a smirk pulls at his lips. I laugh and quickly snatch them from him, turning to stalk out of the kitchen when a piercing scream rings through the house.

  Stella.

  It’s the middle of the night and I know everyone is asleep, but as soon as we hear her voice, several sets of feet leap from their respective places and race towards her room. Elijah is right on my heels as we hurry up the grand staircase and down the hall. Her room is near ours, but directly next to Nathanial’s and of course he’s the first one to find her as we break through the door.

  He has Stella in his arms as she screams in the small space, her fingers digging into his flesh as she holds on for her life. He gently coos in her ear, his hand grasped protectively around the back of her neck as she clings to him.

  Her eyes are completely white, and it looks like she sees something that terrifies her, but none of us can see what she’s looking at.

  Suddenly, Amelia is standing behind Elijah and I, watching the scene unfold with boredom and disinterest. “It’s Danner,” she states plainly, and Nathanial’s gaze snaps up to her in bitter anger.

  “He’s an Incubus, and he’s trying to find his Succubus.”

  THE END

  HUGE THANK YOU. To so many people.

  First of all, if you’ve made it this far then you have officially been subjected to the full extent—almost—of my filthy language and I commend you. Seriously, this book pushed my boundaries when it came to sex, language, and more sex.

  Elijah and Luna played on repeat in my mind, over and over again until I finally sat down and worked their story out on paper. It was all consuming, developing and progressing in my mind in ways that surprised even me as I wrote it. Believe me, not everything that happened in Fated was intentional or planned out. But I think I love it even more because of that. It came out raw and unscripted, deliberate but accidental.

  I want to give a massive thank you to my girls. Allison, Brie, Karlie, Jessica, Chelsea and Natalie. You guys are always the first to get your hands on my stories and you all keep me in line or push me even further when I need it. I appreciate you all more than you could ever know.

  Brianna Jean. You crazy fucking friend, you’re amazing. Seriously. You were the first to truly reach out in the community and really explain things to me. I was so lost on so many different avenues, but you cleared things up and guided the process. I appreciate you so much and am so glad to have you in my life now.

  Amy Briggs. My editor and life saver. I literally could not have done this without you. You transformed Fated into something so much more than it was when it got to you. It’s powerful and such a stronger version of what it was at first. I have you to thank for that.

  Readers, Bloggers, Bookstagrammers. You guys are amazing. Fated was the first book I was able to put out into the community and you all have absolutely rocked my world with how supportive you have been. Fated wouldn’t be what it was without you guys, so THANK YOU. For absolutely everything. All of you.

  Stay tuned for Stella’s story next. You don’t want to miss it.

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  Website: www.lizajames.org