Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  Not waiting a moment more, he let himself just feel. Slipping his hands under her shirt, he moved over smooth, taut skin and nearly came in his jeans. He stroked her belly then felt the full mounds of her breasts. Cupping and molding them, he slipped over her firm nipples and knew he had to taste her.

  He pulled her shirt over her head and let her take his off as well. Seeing her all but naked, he could no longer wait. He latched onto her breast and sucked.

  She cried out and gripped his head, rocking over his thick shaft trapped in horrible denim.

  Needing to feed that part of him hungry for her, he kept one hand on her breast while the other slipped down her belly and between her legs, under the silk protecting her smooth mound.

  “Yes.” She ground against his hand.

  He slid one finger into her slick heat, amazed at how tightly she gripped him with her body. She would fit so snugly around his cock. He had to feel her.

  He thrust another finger inside her and ground the heel of his palm against her clit. She cried out against his mouth as moisture flooded his hand.

  Unable to stop himself, he lifted her up, freed himself from his trousers, and poised her over him.

  “Tariq.” She kissed him again, yanking her thong aside so she could take him.

  It was a tight fit, made even more glorious by her breathy whimpers and pleading for more.

  He finally managed to push all of himself inside her. As he did, visions, heat, and ecstasy flooded him. He knew her, this special woman who held his Ib. His heart bloomed inside her while he thrust in and out until he couldn’t take any more.

  “I must release,” he warned, barely holding on. “Yes, habibti. Now.” Sweetheart. Beloved. The burn of pleasure consumed him.

  “Come in me. Yeah, all of you,” she moaned and kissed him.

  Her breasts bounced as she rocked over him, and he wanted to suckle from her tits, to swallow the sweet cream from between her legs while she came over his mouth, to possess the tight ass grinding against his thighs. But he couldn’t do more than release, jetting inside her on a roar, undone by the ecstasy flooding his body.

  The sweet bliss echoed between them. He could feel her pleasure as if his own and projected his joy into her, though how he did it he had no idea.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “More.”

  Far from finished, Tariq ground her over him to milk the rest of his present seed. Spent, but not yet done, he lifted her off him. He removed her thong while she stood in a daze, took off his uncomfortable jeans as well, then tugged her with him into the bathing chamber.

  The large marble chamber had a bank of showerheads and a large pool, as well as the modern convenience of toilets hidden behind a wall for privacy. The men fought together, played together, and bathed together. Asim was showering but didn’t look startled at the sight of the naked couple obviously joining him in the chamber.

  Eden saw Asim and came out of her quiet with a yelp, trying to cover herself.

  Tariq wouldn’t let her. “No. Let him see what is mine.” He felt possessive and was glad of it. An animalistic growl filled him with both joy and shock. His jackal wanted more of the delightful female, to fill her with seed and claim her. The first time since he’d been made Anubis’s guard that the jackal had risen for a female.

  Asim’s eyes widened as he heard Tariq’s jackal’s warning, and he left the chamber dripping wet, the showerheads still running.

  “He saw me naked.” Eden gripped Tariq’s biceps, her hands not meeting around the thick muscle.

  He glanced down at her. “He saw you with me.”

  She raised a brow, and her embarrassment seemed to fade as a sly expression passed over her face. He loved that look, the one she wore when she wanted to teach him a lesson.

  He faltered. One she wore? How would he know that when he’d only just met her? The more he considered that question, the more he realized something didn’t make sense. He knew her, the way a man knows the woman who dwells in his heart. The heart he didn’t have…

  “Tariq?”

  He shook off his disquiet. “You look hungry, Eden.” As hungry as he’d been for answers…before getting inside her. “Come. Let me feed you.”

  She glanced down to see him gripping his still-hard cock.

  “Again?”

  “I’m nowhere near done with you.” As an Elite, Tariq had appetites beyond that of a normal warrior. He could take days to satisfy his lusts, especially if in a mating frenzy, something he’d heard about but had never experienced himself.

  “So you want to feed me?” She stroked his arm, her gaze locked to his straining shaft.

  “Yes.” He pulled her with him into the hot water, where Asim had been, wanting to follow the trail of water down her belly to her slick core. “I would also taste you. I find I am starving for all of you.”

  He just stared at her, feeling so much desire for this mortal female. She surprised him by throwing herself into his arms and kissing him, gripping him by the neck to pull herself up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She rubbing over his thick cock until the tip of him slipped inside her.

  The heat around his dick, the pure pleasure, stole his breath. But Tariq refused to let her take charge, not when he had other plans.

  He reluctantly eased her off him and set her on her feet, smiling at her mew of disappointment. Then he bathed her with soap and oils, slicking her down. The feel of her curves under his large palms aroused them both. Her slick lips parted on the whisper of his name, and the heat in her eyes nearly undid him. Eden was all that was strength, so feminine, so mysterious, and by the gods, she seemed to want him.

  He had to taste her. Right now. He dropped to his knees, feeling the heat of water raining over them both as he drew her flesh into his mouth. She cried out as he learned her. He teethed and sucked, adding fingers in all manner of places. With a shudder, she seized and flooded his mouth with her sweet pleasure. Tariq was so hard he ached.

  He gave her clit one more kiss and rose on unsteady legs. “Truly, you taste like ambrosia.”

  She gave him a sleepy smile. “Let’s see how good you taste.”

  “Yes.” He cupped her wet head and kissed her before she pulled back and went to her knees.

  As she lowered, his balls drew close, and his cock jerked when her breath fanned over him. Better than anything he’d ever known, having her suppliant before him as she worshipped him…with her mouth.

  At her urging, he spread his legs wider then watched as she sucked his balls and rubbed them while she stared up at him. Even when she took the tip of his cockhead into her mouth, she kept her gaze on his.

  He shuddered and gripped the back of her head, holding her in place while she bobbed over him, taking more and more of his cock as she sucked and licked him toward his own rising climax.

  He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Not even the presence of the others gathering in the bathing chamber could stop his enjoyment. Their presence pleased him because he took her in front of witnesses, staking his claim. He moaned her name, stroked her hair, her cheek, as watched her suck him.

  “Yes, that’s it. Swallow my seed.”

  He heard the harsh breathing of his friends, saw their sexual desire as they watched Eden loving him.

  Even when Hasani dropped to pleasure Asim, and the others touched one another, sharing in the sexual enthrallment, Tariq kept his attention on Eden.

  His rush to orgasm swelled, and he urged her to take more of him as his need increased. She gagged but moved past her reflex and suddenly took him to the back of her throat while she cupped his sac. He swore as he came, loving her moans and how she stroked his thighs.

  Such a huge catharsis, a sharing of pleasure, but he wasn’t finished. She rose to her feet and stared in shock at his dick.

  “But you just came.”

  “And I’ll keep coming until I’m done with you.” Done marking you as mine. Instincts long dormant surged to life. “Once more, sweet. I promise, you’ll
love this.” He ran his hands down her waist and pulled her closer, palming her ass and pulling her cheeks apart so he could touch her hot hole.

  Her eyes widened. “I, well, you’re big. And I’ve never…”

  “Oh yes,” he rasped, imagining how she would feel.

  He turned her around and spread her feet wide then braced her to lean away from the wall, thrusting her ass out, an offering to her lover.

  Behind him, he heard muffled moans and one or two grunts of release as his men shared pleasure.

  The jackal was pleased, needing the joining witnessed by the pack. Tariq shook his head, not sure when he’d started to lose control of his thoughts.

  Eden tensed. “Oh my God. Your friends… Are they here?” she squeaked.

  “Yes.” She had the perfect ass. He knelt and pulled her cheeks apart so he could taste her there. He lost all thought, acting on instinct as his jackal rose to consume him.

  And her.

  Chapter Five

  Eden didn’t know what to think. She’d had sex with a man who thought he belonged to the god Anubis. And Mr. Crazy had been so good she’d nearly passed out when she’d climaxed. Then she’d done one better, and after having unprotected sex once with a stranger, she’d just blown him, swallowing that monster cock while his freaky friends watched.

  It was the dirtiest, naughtiest, hottest thing she’d ever done in her life—lives. She blinked when memories not her own invaded, showing her with Tariq while they laughed with his friends and accepted the congratulations of the priestess. They stood arm in arm, so in love…

  Warmth prodded her anus then a tongue licked her and stimulated her desire anew.

  Good lord, you’re letting the man rim you while his friends jack off watching! Eden glanced to the side and saw Tariq’s handsome, muscular friends doing one another while watching them. The idea should have repulsed the good girl who didn’t even think about sex anymore.

  Except she needed them to see, to know Tariq belonged to her.

  Yep, definitely joined the crazy bus while he…

  “Oh.” She backed into the mouth licking into her body. Rough hands gripped her hips, holding her in place while Tariq tongued her and made her squirm with pleasure. She’d always thought anal sex would be gross and painful. But so far, she felt incredibly turned on.

  He growled and panted behind her, sounding more like a dog than a man. She turned to see him and froze. Superimposed over his face, she saw a ghostly form, there but not there, of a dog, one with a narrow muzzle, high, pointed ears, and sharp teeth. He had such bright brown eyes, sparkling like gold. Yet…no, that was Tariq snarling at her, commanding her to submit…

  She faced the wall again, her heart racing. Her body wanted him, but her mind wanted to make sense of it all. She couldn’t be seeing what she thought she had. None of her actions made any sense. But the intuition she’d counted on all her life to steer her clear of danger insisted she give herself to Tariq—to the beast nuzzling her ass and giving her such pleasure that she could only moan in thanks.

  He rose behind her, seeming even larger than she knew him to be. Something drizzled down her backside. Not water, oil. His thick finger seemed covered in it as he prodded her hole then pushed deeper.

  She tensed at the invasion, not liking the bite of pain she didn’t want to feel.

  “Easy, mate,” he growled at her ear, his voice much more than human. Sharp teeth bit into her shoulder, and she cried out as more pain shocked her out of the numbing pleasure he’d been giving her.

  Then something strange happened. A hazy pleasure circled the bite at her shoulder and continued throughout her core, her limbs, her mind. Tariq released her shoulder and licked the wound while he thrust his greased finger deeper up her ass.

  “So tight,” he rumbled and moved closer, blanketing her with his body. He pumped her with that finger then added another, and the pain she expected to feel didn’t present itself. Instead, she ground back against him, needing more.

  “Deeper,” she begged. “I need you.”

  He licked her neck with a man’s mouth, a man’s tongue, and nibbled his way up her throat to bite her earlobe before snarling his own pleasure in a heady little growl of sound.

  Mounting her from behind, Tariq removed his fingers and replaced them with something much larger. As slick as his fingers had been, his cock inched inside her and stopped at the ring of muscle preventing his easy entry.

  “Push out. Let me in,” he ordered into her ear, his breath hot, urgent.

  She pushed out and ground her ass against him. He surged deeper with a groan, and though uncomfortably full, she felt no pain. Only an unfamiliar intrusion.

  “Gods, yes. Oh Eden, sweet…” Tariq didn’t move, the whole of them joined. And then he withdrew the tiniest bit before filling her again. Gradually, he let her get accustomed to him as he took her, such deep thrusts, long and slow.

  Until she gripped his thighs, needing him to stop playing. The men behind them howled and growled, the scent of sex clear even to her. “More.”

  He slammed particularly hard, and then, as if she’d lifted some ban, he began fucking her. A thorough claiming with a fierce pounding that shot her into orgasm between one breath and the next. She shook and cried out while he hammered into her. He bit her again, right over the last mark on her shoulder, and she kept coming, the ecstasy extreme.

  He released his bite and howled as he came, his hold on her hips bruising while the pleasure kept her high and in a happy state, away from any reality.

  She barely sensed him withdraw, though she did feel his kisses along her body while he washed her with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes.

  “Rehema,” he said, sounding awed as he turned her around to face him. “I’ve found you again.”

  Confused, thoroughly pleasured, and lost in his beautiful eyes, she did what felt right and answered, “I’ve missed you so much.”

  She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she saw tears in his eyes, eyes no longer that of a mystical canine’s but a man’s. She smiled and let him cradle her to him, awash in the knowledge he’d take care of her, the way he always had.

  When Eden next woke, it was to bright sunlight streaming through an overhead skylight. Not the best place for the bed to be.

  She blinked and sat up and found herself dressed in a pair of her own jeans and a T-shirt. A quick check showed her own undergarments as well. A pleasant change from wearing that sleep shirt, or nothing at all…

  Her face felt hot when she recalled her time with Tariq in this bed and, worse, in the shower with all the guys watching. Holy crap. I really did that. In front of an audience.

  All that sexiness she’d felt yesterday turned her into one major whore today. Who did that? Slept with someone they’d only just met, someone not quite human, in front of his roommates? And she’d let him do her all over the place. Anally, orally, vaginally.

  What if he had a disease? What if she got pregnant?

  Her heart hammered so hard she wondered if she’d stroke out and save herself the burden of incessant worry.

  Loud footsteps drew her attention to Tariq. He carried a tray filled with pastries, coffee, and bacon. An odd yet fulfilling assortment that had her stomach rumbling for a taste.

  He smiled, and seeing that expression, her worries lessoned.

  “Come, habibti. Eat.”

  Habibti? Sweetheart. How she knew what that meant, she didn’t know and didn’t want to think about. “I’m a little hungry.” She rose from the bed and joined him at the bistro table he placed the tray upon. She sat at his insistence and watched as he served her. The best looking waiter she’d ever had. Literally.

  Her cheeks heated, and she refused to meet his amused glance while she ate. Before she knew it, she’d consumed nearly all the pastries and the bacon.

  “I’m sorry for eating it all. I was hungry.” She lifted her head and found him sitting close. Before she could apologize again, he leaned close and kissed her, a
nd her heart raced.

  “You truly are sweet, with or without the sugar.” He wiped a trace of cinnamon and sugar from his mouth and smiled. “We must talk, Eden.”

  Her name sounded rusty on his tongue. “That’s not what you called me last night.”

  His look became guarded. “That too we must discuss.” He paused. “Tell me of your family.”

  Confused at the abrupt switch in topic, she figured she might as well. Not much to tell. “I lost both my parents when I was fourteen. I went to live with a distant aunt. That didn’t work. She wasn’t abusive or anything, just cold. I don’t think she liked kids at all. So I left home when I was eighteen. Haven’t looked back since.”

  “You have no others in your life? Friends, perhaps someone special?”

  “Do you really think I would have done what we did if I was with someone else? No. You?” The inanity of her statement hit her. Of course he had no idea what she might do or not do. They’d met yesterday.

  He seemed relieved at her answer. “I am unmated. My responsibilities make relationships impossible.”

  “So you don’t do what your friends were doing yesterday?” As in, each other?

  To her astonishment, he blushed. Oh my God, he is so cute. I’m in love.

  The truth of her teasing made it hard to function. How could she be in love with someone she didn’t even know?

  “We are the Elite, Anubis’s guards. We share a special kinship, and at times, that bleeds over into hungers we must appease.”

  “And you couldn’t get that from a woman?” Despite the weirdness of the conversation, she was entranced. What must it be like to see Tariq being blown by a man? And why did her jealousy spike at the thought?

  “You’re frowning at me.” He looked pleased.

  “I’m not against being gay or bi or anything. I just think this whole situation is beyond weird.” She knew she was blushing when she leaned forward and whispered, “Tariq, we had sex in front of your friends in the shower while they had sex. I don’t do stuff like that. Ever.”

  “I know.” He kissed her again, lingering over her lips. “Our coming was special. And that, too, is why we must have answers.” He sighed and leaned back. “Anubis—”