Destined (To Be Yours), Anaya Phoenix [good books to read for beginners TXT] 📗

lips back down onto his, kissing her with more passion and fervor than he had before. His claws came out and he sliced her underwear off, nicking her slightly if her moan was any indication. He pulled her useless undergarments on the floor and rubbed up her back through her t-shirt, trying his best to reign in the animal. She sat up and took of her shirt, pressing her sex into his belly, with a smirk and a lick of her lips. He smirked and motioned her upward with a flick of his fingers. She smiled and did as he wanted, waddling closer to his face with her legs open. He could smell her arousal from here and it made his wolf rise to the surface. He picked her up and placed her glistening sex above his face and dug in. she gasped loudly and gripped the space right above his head. He was relentless with his tongue, flicking her clit quickly and mercilessly against her active nub. She moaned loudly and whimpered softly as he left her clit and went to lick her slit in slow tortuous motions.

                He gripped her thighs and squeezed as his tongue entered her, she mewled and grabbed his hair. He growled and used his nose to nuzzle her clit as he tongue fucked her slowly. Slowly she came undone in his hands and just as she was about to break he stopped, looking up at her with amber eyes. In a motion that was too fast for her brain to comprehend he had her pinned below him and was paused at her entrance. Her wrists were held down by his massive hands and her legs were wide open. She was ready and vulnerable for him. The cool air blew from the window, blowing cold air on her exposed pussy making her shiver with need. She looked in his eyes and arched her back… there were never any words between the two when this happened. He smirked and chuckled darkly, his canine was sharp, pointy, and shiny. Her sex twitched with excitement and need making her groans and move her hips. The amber darkened as he plunged into her hard, making her squeak and clamp her thighs around his waist.

 

 

                He hadn’t meant to do that. Later on he’d feel bad about it, but not when her walls squeezed around him like that. He shivered and squeezed her wrists once, then pulled all the way out only to slam back into her. Normally he wasn’t this rough, he would be calm and kind and caring and gentle. But this, this was a mating. That justified it all. Her little mewls of pain and pleasure rocketed throughout his body and bounced around his brain, making his judgment  clouded. Every thrust, more like pound, grew softer and slower as the time went on. Both their skin grew to be saturated with sweat as their bodies melded together, creating a hurricane of love and pure passion. She yelped as she came, her walls squeezing him and milking him with every thrust. He grunted as he slammed into her one last time, emptying his seed into her as his canines came out.

“I love you.” He whispered as he bit into her shoulder, marking and claiming her as his.

 

                She gasped as he bit into her shoulder, but it wasn’t from the pain. There was none, there was only immense pleasure. Tingling went up and down her arm and she gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into the soft flesh there until the pleasure/pain resided. He cooed to her, smoothing over her hair until the sounds that came from her mouth dulled. She blinked up at him, sniffling and smiling.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked softly, sounding terrified and sad. She laughed airily and kissed him with her salty tear lips.

“No! you did the complete opposite.” He smiled brightly, making him look younger and more beautiful, if that was possible.

“You wanna see it?” He asked softly and she nodded, he leaned off of her and slowly slid out of her. She smiled again and sat up, looking at her shoulder and squealing at what she saw. It looked as if she had gotten her whole arm tattooed starting from where he bit her. An intricate design spun itself down in complicated circles and spirals until it reached her wrist.

“This is… this beautiful.” She whispered, bringing her eyes up to him and seeing the exact same pattern on the opposite side. She gasped and traced the pattern with her finger, loving how even her fingers got confused as to the way the pattern was going.

“This is us. This is what we make, we make beauty.” She beamed and giggled, tackling him onto the bed and kissing him with all her heart.

 

                They had to wake up early, everyone. Molly and Thomas had to go see off Sammy and JJ, and they couldn’t leave their children in the house alone. Especially early in the morning. So everyone woke up before the sun even had a chance to stretch and took the New York pack to the airport. JJ and Cara remained silent with faces of anger on their faces. Samantha had finally separated herself from her mate to  spend time with her parents. She curled up on tom’s lap and laid her head on her mother’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna miss you guys.” She whispered as her mother rubbed her hair softly. Molly smiled a watery smile and kissed Sammy’s golden hair.

“It’ll be alright, my sweet little honey child.” Molly said, keeping her voice from wavering too much. Sam sniffled at her nick name and wiped the tear that had fell.

“Hey, don’t cry. There’s always face chat and the internet.” Thomas said, kissing his adoptive daughter’s hand as she laughed.

“It’s face time daddy, not face chat.” She giggled and tom smiled, knowing he could still make his little girl laugh.

“Now boarding flight NY981, now boarding flight NY981.” Sam sniffled and got off of her parents lap, taking their hands as they stood up together.

“That’s us.” She said softly and Thomas kissed her forehead while Molly hugged her.

“It’ll be Ok, you’ll have Jake and he’ll keep you safe.” Thomas said, directing a glare to Jake who stood with his duffel bag and ticket in hand. Sam laughed and stepped away from her parents. She walked to her mate, picked up her bag and nodded at her parents, who smiled in unison then nodded back.

 

                JJ stood with the sleepy children, anger and depression clear in his face. Why’d they have to leave? He liked it here, this was his home. It didn’t matter that his aunts and uncles pissed him off sometimes, and the humans here were growing more and more intolerable. It was his home and he didn’t want to leave it. He smelled her as she sidled next to him.

“We’re gonna miss you here, even though you’re broody as all hell.” She said, crossing her arms and looking at the television screen with him.

“I don’t think I’m broody, I’m just a little more realistic than everyone else around me.” She huffed in laughter and looked at him.

“That’s what all broody people think.”

“You think you’re such a smart ass, don’t you Cara?”

“Well… I’m not a donkey, so no.” She said with a smirk and he rolled his eyes.

“Seriously though, you were one of the only pups that understood us.”

“You’re family… I’ve no choice but to understand you.” He said with a smirk, looking back to the television screen.

“I’ll miss you more than them, though. Even though you were pretty rude to me.” She said and he looked back to her. Her green eyes showed the pain that was held there.

“Look, Cara-“

“You’ll do just fine.” Another voice said and he watched as a male stepped behind her and grabbed her curls. He put a hand over her mouth and a blade to her neck, silver if her whimper had anything to do with it.

“Now, let’s go find your mommy, shall we?”

Chapter 40

Molly stiffened as she sniffed the air, her child’s soon departure disappeared from her mind as the smell sunk in.

“Terrence.” She said softly and spun around. She couldn’t see him anywhere, his smell was everywhere though. That smell of axe and sweat was hard to confuse with any other person.

“Molly?” Thomas asked, smelling her fear and confusion.

“He’s here, he found me. He’s here but I can’t see him.” She mumbled walking around and hoping to get a better smell.

“Mom?” Cara said softly, she heard Tom’s growl and several gasps. She gulped and turned around to see what would be implanted in her brain forever. Her daughters hair was pulled back to the max, making her forehead red and glistening, and a knife was held to her throat. Although that was disturbing in its own, it’s not what scared her to the  max. It was the cold blue eyes that looked at her with accomplishment and barely restrained anger.

“Well, well bunny. Seems you’ve hopped far.” His voice was older, but still cold and hard.

“Terrence, w-what are you doing here?” Her voice cracked as she took a step closer, he took a step back and pulled on Cara’s hair again making her daughter whimper.

“Let go of my daughter!” Thomas boomed, gaining them more attention.

“Oh no, no, no. I think I’ll hold on to her a little bit more. She’s so soft, almost like bunny.” Terrence said, his eyes never straying from Molly’s. Molly took a deep breath and stilled.

“You brought the arms?” Molly said, sounding defeated and angry.

“I never go anywhere without them. Your whole family is surrounded. I’m sorry to tell you this, bunny, but most of them won’t survive.” Thomas growled and stepped closer, forcing Terrence to dig the blade deeper into Cara’s skin. She squealed and people gasped around them, Thomas stopped.

“If any of you get too close to me, she’s the first one to die. If I’m hit all of them die, you feel me, bunny?” A tear fell down her cheek as she nodded and backed up.

“I feel you.”

“Good! Now that, that mess is all cleaned up we can sit and have a nice long chat as to why you hopped away little bunny.” He said, sitting down and placing Cara on his lap.

“No!” She screeched and moved forward. Terrence gripped Cara’s head and snapped it back, putting the knife on the already burned piece of skin there. She screamed a little and Terrence looked to Molly and Thomas in challenge.

“Sit, or slit. Your choice really.” Thomas growled and fell to his knees, she could see that he was struggling with his wolf. She just needed to touch-

“Any touching of any kind, I’m blowing her fucking brains out bunny. Sit your furry little tail down right now.” Terrence said coldly, making her fall on her knees and slump her shoulders. She was absolutely hopeless.

 

                John snarled quietly and moved to shift. She heard the cock of a gun, then felt its cold barrel against her neck.

“Move and her pretty little spine will be shot out.” A female voice said, making Valerie stiffen. She closed her eyes and focused on her magick.

“Sorry, princess, we’ve got our own fey. Try again and I shoot the cute little