Fae Chronicles 01 - Fighting Destiny by Amelia Hutchins

it's her. She should run, but I'd catch her. I always catch my prey. I take, because I can, because no one else can stop me. I am what she fears, I can smell it coming off her in succulent waves and it drives my inner beast insane.
    She is trying to hide it. Useless futile fucking attempt, I can smell it as I can smell her fucking sex begging me to tear off those tight fucking jeans and savage it. She's a hot blooded woman, she needs to be fucked. Hard. Soon. By. Me.
    She denies it in her mind, inside her blood. She's young, untrained in the bedroom. Her only lover was a fucking child as green as she is. Her supple curves, her sweet smell when she's ready—unfucking believably addictive.
    Inside me he's fighting for control, fighting to get out and take what I deny him. I tell him it takes time, to be patient, he growls. Impatient fuck. She isn't like the others I feed from, her hate could feed me for years alone and her lust will be a fucking feast. If she fucks like she fights...she will be worth chaining in the white room and keeping around as I wanted to do from the first moment I saw her.
    Ahh the white room, she'd like the toys...I'd become her fucking fantasy from hell with them. She thinks this was bad, that I Fae-Fucked her, but she hasn't tasted of my cock. She will. The chain that now binds her to me will wear her walls down, giving me the fullest access to what I want. She believes it is for protection. Stupid. No one would fucking dare approach a female who walks in beside me.
    They fear me, they know what I am, know my plans. Know I am the biggest, meanest fucking thing on this planet right now. She's smart though, I can see it in her eyes, endless depths of knowledge. If she sees through this charade we play, she will become my slave. I'm going to make her scream my name, make her tremble and explode. I will have her.
    Maybe I will keep her as a pet. She'd look good in chains. She'd look better with my cock between her sultry lips, fucking it with her full mouth. I smile. She flinches. I show her teeth and when she does the same I narrow my eyes. Flashing her with my hungry glow and watching as her eyes register the hunger deep inside of me for what it is. She turns and my beast screams. He wants to play with her—it's not a good thing.
    I lean over her, making sure my body presses hard against her lithe frame while I fasten her seatbelt. Enjoy the breath she expels as I make contact, I smile but it is all teeth. I just found a challenge in her hate, in her scent, her bloody fucking scent. My cock is straining, pressing against the fucking suit I despise, but it's needed to pull off this fucking charade, this part of my brilliant bloody fucking plan.
    She moves her head away, refusing to make eye contact with me, she's mocking me. I can smell her need. Inside her room I could smell her wet folds begging me to take them. She has refused all men who have tried since he died.
    I've been watching her for a very long time now, planning and determining why Marie wanted me to find her. She smells of magic, wild and untamable. Wild magic is dangerous. She's different than normal Witches. Marie discovered this, sent me a letter to protect her but died before she could explain more. She's a puzzle and the challenge in her eyes excites me.
    She's challenging me even now, her eyes narrowing on me, watching me, as I watch her back hungrily. Challenge fucking accepted .

Seven

    We finally pulled off the highway a little over thirty minutes later. The road wasn't well traveled, but it was paved. More trees separated us from the world. Good. I needed them right now. My oxygen level hadn't gone back to normal since his mouth was on mine. My legs still trembled with need. I hated it. Hate him. Hate this day.
    Wished it was over.
    I could tell it was far from it.
    "Why am I here again ?" I asked testing my weight on my legs and smiling when they proved to work once more.
    "To sign a contract," he replied with disinterest,