Fate, My Elementals & I (Breaking Borders)

Dreams vs Reality I

*** Evony's Pov ***

I gently glide the wash cloth, doing my best not to grip tighter. The wonder wand continued to stiffen under my caresses as though it was inviting me. Letting me know no need to be gentle. I giggled at the thought. I could write poetry about this. I have seen many Fatum who shift, or the kind Willow is, in all their glory, but nothing can quite beat an elemental. Maybe it's because I accepted that I love him, that makes it all the more perfect. His sack was heavy, as I lifted it, nothing less than a thorough cleaning for my guy. The giddy feeling expanded once the knowledge that, due to the circumstances, I was definitely the first girl to ever kiss him or touch him. I do not believe that is something I could get from any other. Sure he was trapped, but from his memories, even prior to capture, he was chaste. He was utterly devoted to me. He still is, even after all he's been through.

I found myself not wanting the cloth to separate me from his skin anymore. No, that's wrong, Evy. "Uuurrggghhh....." he groaned and moved his hips, mostly likely unconsciously, definitely naturally, as though begging for more friction. I gasped and pulled my hand away, as I looked at his face, seeing his eyes were blinking open. Once they could focus, I finally noticed that his eyes were midnight blue, not black, and there was a red circle right around his pupils. His skin heated up, not dangerously, no something more enticing. I found it alluring by staring into his eyes, then he licked his lips, which immediately warmed me down under. The matching silk thong that came with the nightgown, that left barely anything to the imagination, thanks to my full breasts, was soaked. He looked down at himself, then looked at me. Piercing eyes, gawked at my chest, the quick rise and fall. Licking his lips again, he made eye contact, pointedly stared at my mouth and hand, then back at his manhood.

Knowing that he had no experience in these types of situations, just like me, I wondered if he was speechless that I was handling him in his sleep like that, or if he wanted me to continue. When he repeated his actions again, adding a tilt of his hips towards me at the end, I got my answer. I shakily stretched out my hand, relishing the feel of his smooth golden skin and the way he tilted his head back, exposing his throat. The way his Adams apple bobbed up and down, in time with the movement of my hand, was seductive. Finally, when that first bead of pre-c*m popped out of the head, I knew without a doubt, I had to taste it. Sticking out my tongue, I realized I didn't know this side of myself. I was lude. The moment my tip touched his, the salty tangy taste spread across my taste buds. It was like every sensation, had graduated from college with a masters' degree and honors. Feeling emboldened by the quick huffs and grunts he made, as I kept a pace with my hand while enjoying licking my new favorite lollipop, I decided to open my mouth wider and naturally wanted to suck.

"Hmmmm...." I moaned happily as I felt another pool release between my legs. I had no idea my body could feel this way. His breath hitched as I lowered my hand to give my mouth more room to explore. I licked up the sides, sucked on the top alone. Stuck my tongue into the slit and repeated enjoying his expressions so much. The idea of knowing that I made him react this way, groaning and mumbling praises, that I was the only one to touch him this way, made me identify as more powerful than ever before. He started to wildly thrust into my hand and mouth, whispering faster in plea. Not really knowing what to expect, but excited to find out I did as asked.

......................................................................................................................................... It was like a wave breaking before it even reached the shore, when I heard a loud crash. I woke startled with no time to realize that I was in fact dreaming the entire thing. I was still in my seat next to Bren's bed, but he was nowhere to be seen in the dimly lit room. 'Bang!" I heard again, followed my males shouting. Looking to the door, I realized it was open. When I stood up, I began to register that even though the activity was only a dream, my body did truly become aroused. So, with an uncomfortable dampness that became colder by the second, I went to investigate.

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*** Cannon's Pov ***

I am a control freak. She said thank you. She wasn't gracious or kind, she was sincere. So why do I feel like this? She's with him because he's the one that needs her. She is worried and asked for him closest to her because she still has to tend to him. The guy is skin and bones, has no control over his actions and most likely has PTSD. Why are you jealous of him? You know why. Because of the way she looks at him. Because even though his core was depleted and corrupted by years of being in captivity, his instincts saved her. None of us spoke of it, but we saw a dark worm-like image squirming in pain when his fireman burned it away. The moment he opened his eyes, he thought of how he could keep protecting her. Even willing to stay away from her.

The man he is, I don't think I was worth even a quarter. Would I, the pampered Du Mere prince, be able to endure those trials?

Looking deep within myself, I knew the answer was no. All that is special about me, was inherited. I hope being an insufferable tw@t wasn't. My Papa, though I still loved him, was exactly that. He gave me his looks, his brains and I hope not much else, apart from the habit that my elemental brothers have pointed out, my curt answers. I live in fear sometimes that I would lose my capacity for empathy and general goodness, that my Dad taught me. He fought so hard, even after he was gone to keep me from being inducted into Papa's life, I have to remain strong for him.

Since when feeling inadequate became my nighttime ritual. Sure, Evony is the only woman that I could think about and I want her to look at me the way she does Bren, but I don't even know why she does it. They've barely interacted and it's like I lost her to him already. My fathers looked at each other that way. Papa was a bastard, but he loved Eddie more than his work, which is saying something, in his case. I could have bawled my eyes out, be in the finals of some academic competition, or launching my own company, all which happened and he never showed up. Always sent a representative. When Dad was here, one look or word of displeasure at his absence, he would either show up and adjust his schedule, or if that wasn't feasible, spontaneous family vacation trips, where he would shower us with attention and gifts.

Turning again, fully well knowing it wasn't because the position was uncomfortable, but my heart, I continued to replay how Evony kept kissing Bren. How she caressed him, like he was a rare gem or a new discovery. From what Dad left in the information, I know that Fatum has something like a mate once they've matured. I have no clue how they know or when they mature, but I do know that I hoped Evony would be mine, since I found out. That wish didn't keep me away from girls entirely, but I never indulged much. A few stolen kisses here or there and once a handy, but in my defense, I was drunk and grieving. I delved into my work once I realized it was all useless to continue. Less than a week to grieve and pity my existence, I had allowed myself, before I built a tech empire. Found trusted assistants, ones my father couldn't buy off and did everything to make sure we had a safe hideaway. Isolated myself from my only support system to keep them safe and she already loves a guy who was unconscious for ninety-five percent of the time.

Great, now my internal whining sounds like Addanon. All these years gone by unloved. Papa remarried for business reasons, to a succubus and her twin demon spawn, a mere ten months after we buried Eddie. I guess we both shared the coping mechanism of using work to fill the Eddie-sized hole. I made my imagination come to life and he, well, he married the widowed Martinere. Convincing her, he could protect her and the empire left behind by her late husband, who was forty-five years her senior, until their rugrats became of age. The media had a field day. My biological father never confirmed that he was homosexual or any other s****l orientation. He just had a husband and two years later a son, once he became a target for magazine sales. He never took interviews , nor commented or released personal statements. Any employee stupid enough to be caught gossiping or selling information on him was unemployable thereafter. Carter was and will always be ruthless.

The witch assumed he was bisexual, because I remember the night he got home, after getting married, by a judge. No flashy lights, no gowns and I was not even invited. His secretary was the witness. She attempted to be his wife. Key word attempted. She was met with embarrassment about how disgusting she looked and that he had an impressionable young man living in the house. He would have her disposed of and he would keep her children as his own, if she tried it again. His exact words, to end the conversation, were burned into my brain, while I was eavesdropping, "The dynasty I plan to create, the one I vowed would over shadow any accomplishments done by my forefathers, would need heirs. However, Cannon is the only one that needs to be my blood. I have my late husband's sperm frozen. At the appropriate time, you will be impregnated with that. Until then, behave. Oh, and should you think you could just trapes around like the gold sucking wh0re you are, think again. I will know and you will live to regret it." He stormed off into his office, leaving her screeching like a banshee on the floor.

Some would believe I should feel sorry for her, but the woman and her children were awful. She spent more than she was worth and never disciplined her minions. She purposefully dressed inappropriately around me. Then, when she got no reaction, her advances became aggressive. She attempted numerous times to pit Carter against me. He was too smart for that though. What he did do was get me a tricked out penthouse suite and told me it was mine. I didn't have to go back to the mansion. Our family ancestral home, where all my memories with Dad happened, was taken from me. Our only interactions after that was over the phone, when I had to go to office and rare occations he would visit.

All I have wished for since then was for Evony to be mine. I wasn't expecting a kindling flame bursting forth or love at first sight. However, a simple flicker or spark. A drop in the ocean. A small seed planted. We would watch it grow, until it couldn't be ignored much longer. Then like any love story, we would have a few ups and downs, but she would mine. Now, that future looks bleak. Like a fairytale I read too much. The instant attraction and care she has for him. Sigh...... he might be her mate or Fated, whatever Fatums call it.

My restless movement ceased once I heard a loud bang coming from the hallway. Evony! I grabbed my robe, fumbling with putting it on and opening the door. Once I got my bearings I saw the rest of the guys, poking there heads out as well......

"What the actual f0ck?" Addanon said, notably wide awake and not sleepy. Unlike Dev who seemed to be sleep walking towards us.

"I don't know. We better check it..........." I was cut off by another, Bang! Making us all run to the main living area.

Dammit, can't a guy just wallow in peace.