Fae Chronicles 01 - Fighting Destiny (8 page)

I stood smoothing out invisible lines from my jeans and I waited, for what I had no clue. When he stepped closer to me, I stepped back only to fall on my ass inside the car at an awkward angle. He grinned, amused.

"They told me you were one of their best, I'm beginning to think they lied," he growled now unamused with my reaction.

"They told me you were taller, guess they lied to me too," I instantly regret it, it was lame to say.

I stood up again, my hands fisted at my sides, frustrated with my own nervous reaction to him.

"I need to put my scent on you Synthia," his evil little smirk came back.

"Excuse me? Is that some lame-ass Fae joke?" I cringed.

"My club is invitation only," he said, as if I didn't already know that, everyone knew that.

"And?"

"And you are either owned...or food, so if you want to take your chances and come in as a free agent, be my guest. But those who come in unclaimed are unprotected."

"Which means?" I asked already twirling the implications of that inside my over active mind.

"Which means, if another Fae claimed you...he could make you his
bitch
," his voice had lowered on the last word.

"And if I allow you to claim me...then I’m your bitch?" I wasn't doing this, I hated the Fae. They used humans as food and while a lot of other creatures did as well, his kind could leave a shell behind of whomever they fucked.

"You work for me Synthia, you are already my...
bitch
," he replied coldly, deadly, chills ran over my skin and my heart sunk to meet my toes on the dirt that I stood upon.

"I. Am.
Not
.
You’re
. Any-Fucking-Thing!"

"You will be," he said with an air of confidence that only pissed me off more.

"You wish. I won't sleep with you. Period! If I wanted dick, I'd take it. And yours is so not on the list of dicks I'd take, buddy."

"If I wanted you Witch, you'd crawl to me. Begging for release..." he stopped talking, his eyes doing that Fae-fuck glow thing again. And then I was. Crawling, in the freaking dirt no less!

"Stop it!" I shouted even as I pushed my ass out and up for him. My skin was afire with need. My sex grew moist and ready for him. I wanted to crawl into the fetal position and cry. I wanted to get up, off the cold ground and smash his pretty fucking face.

"Beg me," he purred, his arms folded over his massive chest as he watched me continue to crawl to where he stood leaning against the car. "Are you wet for me, I could make you show me just how wet you are. I could make you do a lot of things right now if I wanted to. I won't, but know that I can do this at any time. So can those inside the club we're going into. So make a decision, go as my property, or take your chances with those who would take you. I won't babysit you. I just figured you might care who fucks you."

I growled angrily, my hands biting into the sharp rocks on the ground while my ass was in the air, hips spread wide with fuck-me-hard vibes coming out in heated waves. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs, my nipples were hard and in need of his mouth. I wasn't feeling this, it was his Fae-fuck mind game, I knew that but the heat was too much.

"I ache," it came out husky and filled with need he had created.

He said nothing.

Did nothing.

Watching me silently as my hips gyrated with a mind of their own.

"Please," I cried, not from fear, but from a need so hot and fucking raw that at this moment in time, under his influence, under his power, I'd let him drive himself into my body just to make it stop.

"Touch yourself for me Syn," he said roughly, sending my pulse soaring.

I ground my teeth together, a strangled noise tearing from my throat as I rose up on my knees unable to stop myself from doing what he had said. I knew the Fae could use compulsion and even worse...they could do this. Make you crawl in the dirt, like some fucking dog with no more than a single heated look. He was able to override the tattoo and control me.

I glared up at him, or tried. My eyes had slanted, filling with lust for him. His were no longer on my face but on my hand that was even now cupping, stroking my junction through the rough jean fabric. I wanted to die as I moaned, the storm building inside of me demanding to be released. Demanding he remove my hand and replace it with his own more skillful touch.

"So, have you 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 as he pulled away to watch my reaction.

"Ahhhhh…stop….please," I stuttered over my tongue, which was refusing to work around him.

"If I stop, you agree to be mine while inside the club. You need to be wearing my mark as well."

He pulled his hand away and dammit my body cried in response, it was if he'd ripped my heart out and my mind felt battered, as if he'd been in control of it instead of me. "...Fine."

"I think I like you better obedient," he replied hoarsely.

I struggled to get my mind back, to make the raging storm inside of me calm. I was still being held by him, he'd released my chin and neither region, but if he released me completely I'd fall, so he held my waist, his thumbs caressing where my shirt left the skin exposed.

I wanted to fall. I deserved it for being weak. The spell on my neck was useless with him, useless against him. He removed his knee slowly, letting me feel it as it was withdrawn from where it held me up. "Can you stand?" He asked after another moment. I nodded but started to fall, only to have him once again save me from falling.

"Lie to me again and I will punish you for it
severely
."

"Suck...
it
." I had to force my teeth not to clatter together audibly while getting the words out.

He was up against me instantly, his hard muscles pushing me once again into the unforgiving frame of the car. "Make no mistake Witch, if I wanted you it would be simple to part your legs and fuck you right here, right now. I am in full control of you at this moment and unless you want to be fucked on the hood of this car you will cut the fucking comments!" He was growling from low in his chest.

I bit my lip. No way in hell would I give him an excuse to do as he had threatened. I flicked my eyes up to meet his probing stare. My lips trembling with need for him to do as he had threatened. Hell, I think my entire body wanted him, even my little toe!

"That's better, now let's try this again. Can you stand?"

"No."

I was picked up deftly and with little effort I was deposited on the car's sleek hood. He took measures to ensure my head didn't fall back too fast as he placed me on my back on the warm hood of his exquisite sports car.

"Stay."

Like I could go anywhere if I tried?
I was a hapless mess of liquid heat. This was embarrassing, I'd never been more so in my entire life. I didn't hear or see any cars go by thankfully. My body was still shuddering from the loss of his touch and I resented it to no end.

The crunch of his shoes over the gravel made me hiss. I hated him. I’d hated what he was for this very reason. He'd just reinforced my hate. He'd just made me feel weak and worse—he'd made me his even if it had only been for a short time.

"Pouting? Sit up."

I rolled my eyes and tried.

Nothing happened.

Fuck buckets! Why me? There were a thousand other Witches in Washington State, why the hell did they have to pick me?

"Ask for help, pride will do you more harm than good here."

My eyes flew to his, which now had the royal Fae lines inside of their endless depths, swirling hypnotically, searching, only to discover I saw passion and desire inside of them as white hot as my own. That is something I never wanted from a Fae,
ever
.

"I need your—"

"I know what you need," he tilted his dark head probing my eyes, searching them, "Tell me how much you want it."

"I need your help," I whispered it. It wasn't something I asked for often— if ever. I was self-sufficient. I was the person they called when shit went awry, when someone couldn't get to their mark, they called me.

"I bet that killed you to say," he growled as he moved his massive frame closer to the hood which I was laying on uselessly.

I exhaled a deep shaky breath and averted my eyes away from him to the trees behind him. Or tried to, his hands grasped my legs and pulled me closer to where he stood between them now. Then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, draping my useless arms over his shoulders while he produced something from his pocket.

He pulled a thin silver chain out and reached up with one hand moving my hair from my neck gently, his finger rubbing over the naked flesh seductively, enticingly sending my heart into another fit of beats. A Celtic knot was etched on the chain along with a tribal dragon—the same one he had tattooed on his upper chest. His voice was low, but steady when he spoke. "By accepting this Synthia, you become my property until I say otherwise. I can either be the one who protects you—or the one who hunts you. Decide."

My anger rose again, even higher than it had been before. "I am not yours," I argued.

He laughed. Coldly. Harshly. He lowered those damn lips of his and pressed them against my ear, his breathing steady, his breath hot and erotic against my over-sensitive flesh. "I can smell you Witch, I made your pussy wet—
for me
. I can make you feel things no other man can, or ever will. If you're not mine, then you are open to be hunted by me and the other Fae. If you say no little Witch, you better fucking run and run fast..." His word's trailed off, his mouth pressed more forcefully against my ear as a soft throaty growl resonated from deep in his chest, "I like to hunt, but I like to fuck more. Can you guess what will happen when I catch you Synthia?" He pulled away, which caused my body to sink without his added weight against it.

"And this ownership, what does it entitle you to?" I asked knowing that somewhere there would be a catch. We were taught that there was always a catch when dealing with the Fae because they were incapable of lying, but that made them masters of manipulating their words. His kind loved to play games, loved to mind fuck you and turn you inside out. All the Fae did.