Fated Manor

Chapter 3

“Mine,” the word rang through her head over and over again as she stared into his piercing blue eyes. She's heard of fated mates, but they were so rare she never dug into it. None of the vampires or witches she's met had found theirs. Shifters found theirs with no issue since they lived in packs, but you can go years without even coming across another vampire. Witches stuck to their territories, and intermingling wasn't common. She's had no reason to dig into it.

Looking back to that night months ago, she recognized that string for what it was, a bond of fate. It also explained why she hadn't been able to let another man touch her since they had met. She remain silent as she processes what he's told her. Taking her silence for rejection, a look of pain crosses his features, and he steps back. Her body relaxes a bit, despite the longing she felt at their loss of contact, and a muttered curse falls from her lips.

“Are… are you not happy?” He asks quietly, a dejected look upon his features. She releases a long sigh, and runs her hands through her hair.

“Let me get dressed and we'll talk,” she says, as she walks to her backpack on the floor by the bed. She bends over to pick it up, and she hears a low growl coming from the man. “Hush,” she says as she grabs her bag and walks past the shocked man into the bathroom and shuts the door. This really was just her luck. What was she going to do? Ric wanted the grimoire, and from the sounds of it her fated wasn't very fond of him.

Gods, she didn't even know the man's name. What the hell was she supposed to do?

Maybe she could just ask him? ‘Hey, uh, Mate? Could you just give me the grimoire? After that we can move forward and figure this out? Yeah right.

Maybe she could seduce him? She thought about his blue eyes, and shaggy black hair. He was tall with facial features as chiseled as his body appears to be under the tailored black button up and black suit pants. Just the thought of those thick thighs stretching those pants had her p***y clenching.

Shaking her head, she grabbed a fresh set of underwear red lace underwear, a pair of black sweatpants, a dark purple long sleeve nightshirt that formed to her body and put them on. She ran the brush she kept in her bag through her damp hair before returning it to its home. Deciding to put on a pair of purple socks before she zipped up her bag and stood just staring at the door, her hand reaching up to the bite mark that has began forming its permanent brand.

Her hand touches the door knob when she hears a cell phone ring, “what,” the man says as he answers. I strain my hearing and can just make out the voice on the other side, and what I hear makes my vision turn red.

“Baby, when are you coming, I miss you,” a whiny voice attempts to purr over the line. Rage unlike any she's ever felt floods her veins. She's out the door with her hands around his throat, with her power and her physical strength she shoves him into the wall smashing a hole in the drywall with his head. An amused smirk on his lips as he observes her bright eyes, and snarl as she pulls him forward and slams him against the wall again. She rips the phone from his hand and snarl, “he's not, lose this number,” before ending the call.

He opens the mouth to speak, her power flashes as she seeps it into his body. His body tenses as she methodically lock up every muscle in his body, rage and lust fill his gaze as it trails over me. I pull away satisfied that my power is keeping him bound. “We may have a lot to discuss my dear fated, but let's make one thing PERFECTLY clear,” her voice filled with rage, she leans into his face, her 5'11 frame a few inches shorter than him. “I don't f*****g share,” and she slams her lips on his.

A feral growl leaves him, and her hands twist into his hair, yanking his head back. She licks from his collar bone up to the shell of his ear, and whispers, “mine,” before sinking her teeth into his neck. Blood unlike any other filled her mouth, and she moaned breathily as he groaned. She pulls another mouthful and her p***y clenches at the euphoria.

Unlatching with a groan, “you taste so f*****g good,” and latches her teeth into a new spot, marking him with her fangs over and over. Suddenly, her hold over him snapped and his hands were on her hips and slamming her back into the mattress before she could blink. His mouth descended on hers as his hands shoved under her shirt, roughly grabbing her breasts and tweaking her n*****s. His tongue invaded as she gasped at the erotic euphoria flooding her body.

One of his hands trailed down her stomach leaving a flood of tingles and goosebumps in its wake. He rips the sweatpants down as he lifts his head, and growls at her red lace clad p***y. “God's, you're a f*****g wet dream come to life,” he grits out between clenched teeth, and leans down, sinking his own teeth into her inner thigh. She wrap her other leg around his head, shoving his fangs deeper causing the both to moan. One of his hands wraps around her thigh, and the other trails a finger round and round her p***y over the lace panties. Her hips buck at the sensation and a dark chuckle leaves him.

“So needy and drenched aren't you little fox? If I stick my finger in that tight p***y, tell me, will you c*m,” he questions darkly from between her thighs.

Her p***y clenching at the dirty words, and despite knowing it was a lie, she said, “c*m for you? No, if I come it'll be because I'm imagining you as someone else.” A fire lit in his eyes at the challenge, his body trembles in rage, and his hands grip her thighs with strength that'd crush human bones into tiny pieces but does not do more than bruise her pale skin.

“Oh little fox, you're going to wish you hadn't brought up other men when I'm between your thighs. I'm going to ruin that sweet little p***y for anyone else. I'm going to have you cumming till you drench the sheets and are screaming for me to stop, and only then will I shove my c**k inside MY p***y,” his words filled with venom, and then he dove in.

Two fingers rammed into her sweet spot as he latched onto her c**t with his mouth and sucking hard. Having already been wound up, she came immediately, hard. Black spots danced in her vision, and he continued curling his fingers rubbing the perfect spot while twirling her c**t between his lips and teeth.

Her muscles clenched over and over as he made her orgasm over and over with just his skillful fingers and mouth. Her hands tried to push him away, and his eyes snapped to hers with an absolutely feral growl that pushed her right into another orgasm. “Gods,” she ground out, “f*****g relax.” She shoved harder at his head and he simply increased the speed of his feasting.

“s**t, f**k,” she moaned over and over as she tried to push him off her sensitive p***y. “f*****g stop,” she sobs out.

“This is f*****g mine, Lyra, do you f*****g hear me,” his eyes an electrifying blue as he pierces me straight to my soul with them, as he pulls away and unbuttones his pants while removing his shoes as well. “You are mine little fox, from this moment till the end of time. Life and death are meaningless obstacles that will be destroyed if they think they can stop me from reaching you,” he slowly unbuttons his dress shirt and lets it fall to the ground leaving him in just his boxers. His chiseled chest on full display for her viewing pleasure.

Her breathing stutters seeing him bared to her, his thick c**k pressing against his boxers. Her gaze trails over inky tattoos swirling over corded muscles. The macabre art from the halls decorating his pale skin. His neck is covered in angry red bite marks that don't appear to be healing as they should.

“Now little fox, spread those f*****g legs and let me see how you drip for me,” he purrs as hands carress the outside of her thighs. Unconsciously, her thighs part, baring her swollen p***y to him as the sheets soak beneath her.

“Such a good little girl, aren't you? But oh so f*****g filthy,” his hand hands leave her thighs and move to the hem of his boxers as his eyes glare into her with a ravenous fire lit in them. “I'm going to f**k you now Lyra, and we're not stopping till the sun rises.”