TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST

by Jacklyn Scott Rogers

  Jareth pulled his face away and stared at me longingly as if seeking my acquiescence to give in to the passion that had been intensifying finally. I curled the corners of my lips seductively as I nodded.

  That was all it took.

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  In an instant, I was flipped onto my back with Jareth straddling my thighs. Buttons went flying off of his cotton shirt that I had been wearing, as he tore it open, revealing my naked form for him to marvel at. His deep blue eyes roamed my unclothed physique as he slowly drank me in. "My God, Samantha, you are the most breathtaking creature I have ever seen."

  He raised himself from me and stood up at the foot of the bed, removing his trousers and allowing me the pleasure of admiring his entirety.

  Holy shit, the man was well endowed, to say the least, and pretty sure he's only at half-mast!

  Pardon me while I wipe the drool from my mouth ...

  Jareth's entire body was a work of art. The man looked like he had been photoshopped; he was so damn magnificent. His pale skin was so flawless. I surmised that he either manscaped, or vampires literally have perfectly groomed hair.

  No lie.

  My roving eyes took inventory of his broad shoulders, taut muscles, and those six-pack abs. The only hair on his solid chest was his light treasure trail. It commenced just below his belly button on down below the sexy v above around his pelvis. Even his long thick shaft was magnificent.

  I'm relatively sure my lust for him was written all over my face. I slowly slid myself back against the bed's headboard and propped myself up on my elbows, with my knees bent towards my chest. I was utterly gawking at him.

  He angled his head, motioning to my impassable thighs, as a wicked grin spread across his lips. "Open," he growled. I complied, exhibiting my submission as my legs opened up for him, exposing my sex. Jareth crawled onto the bed slowly, like a panther stalking its prey, holding my eyes the entire time. He rested his broad shoulders between my quivering thighs, positioning his face just above the entrance to my lady bits. His cobalt blue eyes darkened to a near black when he spoke. "I'm going to taste every mouthwatering inch of you and make you scream my name when you cum for me, Samantha."

  My face blushed.

  I knew this man meant what he said. I felt my insides begin to tingle as wetness began to form inside my yearning nether regions.

  Smoothly, Jareth propped himself on his elbows. He placed his strong hands beneath me, clasping my bottom, as he effortlessly lifted me closer towards his mouth and licked his lips. Tenderly, he began to trail slow kisses down my left thigh until he reached the center of my aperture. His tongue gave a scintillating flick of my clit, causing me to let out a breathy moan. He then tilted his head to the other side and proceeded to trace kisses along my right thigh. His warm tongue was once more making its way down to my now very slick folds. He was tantalizing me with another sinful lick, as his nefarious eyes never left my own. I whimpered for him to continue. But he incessantly kept teasing me as his tongue purveyed my inner thighs, never quite allowing me the climax I was begging for. His tormenting was literally driving me up the walls, making my body quake with unremitting expectation. Finally, as if he had decided that I had been teased enough, Jareth swiftly elevated my lower body a little higher and wrapped my legs onto his solid shoulders, encircling his neck. He placed his entire mouth at my entrance dominating me. He commenced licking and sucking me with such intense hunger sending electrifying tremors right through me. His tongue drew circles licking and flicking my clit, as his hand kneaded my buttocks, enrapturing me to the brink of my first climactic eruption. My head fell back onto the pillows as I closed my eyes. I tightly gripped the bedsheets wriggling and growling in ecstasy. Just as I was at the precipice of bursting, Jareth's magical tongue began to thrust in and out of my entrance, slightly stroking my g-spot at every plunge, sending my quivering body into a frenzy of epic proportions. My orgasm poured onto his tongue as he gripped my bottom firmly and started to lap up the clear nectar surging from within me.

  Holy Shit! That was fucking unbelievable!

  Panting from my powerful release, I dreamily opened my eyes to see Jareth observing me with a dark voracious gaze. "I'm not done with you yet, love." he asserted, as his hands made their way slowly up my body, resting on my breasts. He leaned forward and began massaging one whilst suckling on the other. His tongue encircled my perked-up nipples, squeezing, and nibbling each of them hard enough to send the most exquisite jolt of pain throughout my body. I rubbed his rigid member near my belly button and shivered with anticipation.

  "Tell me what you want, Samantha." He bade as his hand made its way towards my drenched folds. He inserted two of his slender fingers inside me and began slowly pumping them in and out as his thumb massaged my sensitive nub towards another blissful eruption.

  "Tell me, Samantha..." he breathily prodded; all the while, his fingers continued playing with my nether regions like a titillating fiddle.

  "You, Jareth. I need to feel all of you inside me now ... please," I breathlessly implored.

  My insane yearning was begging to be satiated by him, and I felt this enigmatic man would fulfill my every want.

  Chapter 19

  ***SEXUAL CONTENT CONTINUED FROM THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO READ. FEEL FREE TO SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANT TO AND PROCEED TO NEXT CHAPTER ... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ��****

  Sammie's POV

  "You, Jareth. I need to feel all of you inside me now ... please," I breathlessly implored.

  Jareth's mouth claimed my own, ravishing my tongue with his. Our kiss was fierce and voracious, as our tongues tousled, fighting for dominance. He placed his solid manhood at my entrance and slowly plunged into me. He stopped his descent with just the tip of his rod, making me gasp in pleasure.

  "Is this what you want, love?" He growled.

  I quaked. "Yes, Jareth, please ..."

  Suddenly he thrust himself entirely inside me, stretching my walls from his girth.

  "Oh, Fuck Jareth!" I groaned with bated breath.

  He held himself up by his forearms, staring at me intently as he glided in and out of my slippery den. His movements were slow and deep as I arched my back, rocking my pelvis to meet the rhythm of his movements enjoying each and every thrust.

  "Fuck! Samantha, you feel so damn tight and wet. I don't know how much longer I can hold back. I don't want to hurt you." He groaned as my nails scratched along his flexing back muscles, indeed drawing blood.

  "Jareth," I looked into his eyes, "I don't want you to hold back. Please ... give me all of you. I can take it. I want, no I need to feel all of you."

  A snarl emerged from his chest, and in one swift motion, Jareth had flipped us over. I was now straddling him. A husky moan escaped my lips. Despite the change in position, he was still inside me.

  This man indisputably had some moves.

  I placed my hands on his chest and leaned forward, brushing my beaded breasts against him. Jareth placed his hands on my hips and began driving into me even more forcefully. Straddling him was allowing me to take in every solid inch of his manhood while my wetness seeped onto him.

  "Oh ... fuck, yes... YES, JARETH!" I screamed out in ecstasy.

  He felt so fucking amazing inside me, filling me up to the brim. I never had in all my life, remembered ever being with anyone so well-endowed. I was losing my faculties from the sheer pleasure my body was relishing in.

  Without warning, I felt something inside me begin to shift. I was close to climaxing again, but the raw intensity of our lovemaking was causing something sinister to stir.

  I felt my eyes completely darken, and my fangs extend. Instinctively, I lunged my snarling face forward and bit the yielding flesh along Jareth's throat, tasting his sinuous blood as it oozed into my welcoming mouth.

  Jareth moaned in pleasure, and then, unhesitatingly, his upper torso jutted forward with his incisors extended. His fangs immediately pierced my neckline, reciprocating my earl
ier actions.

  Holy Shit!!!

  Now, I thought sex with Jareth was already delectably sinful, but I felt as if I had been injected with an extremely potent aphrodisiac when he bit me. The eroticism of marking each other enraptured me and lifted me to an entirely new level of gratification. I closed my eyes, relishing in the carnal pain. All the while, Jareth's fangs penetrated my skin, and warm blood trailed along the dunes of my bare, heaving breasts.

  "Oh God, Jareth - I'm gonna cum again!" I shrieked.

  "No, Samantha ... hold back. I'm so close ...wait for me, love." Jareth asserted.

  I nodded in response. I was hoping Jareth could distinguish the gesture, considering he had been moving my body up and down on his cock feverishly.

  "Release yourself, Samantha. Show me how good I've made your sweet pussy feel ... NOW!" he growled out dominantly.

  I jerked forward and began kissing him unrestrained. Our mouths still had delicious remnants of our blood, allowing my lips to savor the coppery sweet flavor. He tasted so damn delicious.

  Using up the last bit of control I had over my inner walls, considering I too was on the brink of the most intense orgasm I have ever felt, I clenched my inner walls every time Jareth lifted me upwards. Within mere moments, our flood gates were opened, and I was filled with Jareth's hot emulsion as we both crested together as one.

  We fell back together onto the disheveled sheets, the stimulating scent of perspiration and sex permeating the air. Jareth remained deep inside me as we lay in each other's arms; my fingers were lightly charting his strong arms as he tenderly stroked my back.

  "That. Was. Fucking. Amazing!" I gasped breathlessly. Pretty sure I was sporting a permanent grin at the moment.

  Jareth chuckled. "I am glad I was able to please you love," he said affectionately. In an instant, I felt Jareth harden within me again.

  He arched his eyebrow wickedly.

  "Time for round two?" he roguishly queried as his fingers began to circle my nub, eliciting a throaty moan from my lips.

  Oh, God, yes!

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  When I woke up the next evening, yes, I said evening, my friends, I was bursting with utter bliss and happiness. I blushed as I gazed over at Jareth softly snoring beside me. A peaceful smile donned his soft lips. We made love numerous times over the last 24 hours. We would stop briefly in between, for blood pouches and wine, in order to replenish the energy we had spent during our bouts of pleasuring each other. Even still, we would manage to find ways to stroke and caress each other's undressed physiques. We even made love as we washed in his Jacuzzi tub in the adjoining bathroom en-suite. We were insatiable.

  It turns out; vampires have extremely enormous libidos and stamina.

  Fact.

  Can I get a Hell yeah!?

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  Being one with Jareth in such a complete way felt as if we were made for one another. Our bonding filled me with peace, knowing that we had been given the gift of being able to spend an eternity together, loving each other as we do now.

  Despite everything that had happened to me, I believed that I was where I was destined to be. Nothing could change this fact.

  Fates be damned.

  I was happy and intended to stay this way forever.

  I know it may seem off-putting that I was so quickly accepting of Jareth being a vampire as well as Shay and Astrid being witches, but ironically it didn't overwhelm me as much as I would have thought. I'm sure that despite my obliviousness at the existence of the supernatural world, there had to be some part of me that still retained an awareness, even if consciously I didn't. I mean hell, me from my latter timeline had sought out the help of a witch for Christ's sake. I obviously knew something regarding the mystic realm. I was now a vampire, but I knew I'd be OK. Jareth's love enveloped me in the security that I was, in fact, safe with my newly found existence.

  Sometime during one of our meal sessions, I remembered to get a hold of my girls, Shay and Astrid. I called them and assured them that I was okay. I also apologized to them both for my volatile behavior. I mean shit, I tried to eat Astrid. Where do I even begin to make it up to her?

  Ish ...

  Despite their easy forgiveness, I still felt a heavy blanket of guilt and planned on making it up to them with more than mere words. The three of us spoke for a while, shed a few tears, and I love yous before our call ended with the promise that I would really love to see them in person. Hopefully, sooner than later. The girls readily appreciated the underlying meaning of postponing our visit a few days. They were well aware that it definitely had to do with mine and Jareth's amazing sexcapades, which I may or may not have enlightened them about.

  "Good morning, my love." A sleepy-eyed Jareth whispered in my ear as he tenderly stroked my arm. "Good evening, you mean, my love." I teased as I gently leaned over, brushed his tousled pale blond locks back, revealing those intense cobalt eyes, and lovingly kissed him.

  Looking at Jareth's flawless face, I was resolute more than ever that nothing and I mean NOTHING, was going to get in the way of my happiness again. I was a vampire. I was stronger and deadlier than most predators now. God help Dasha if she tries to get in my way this time; because this time ... I'd be ready.

  Chapter 20

  Sammie's POV

  One Year later ...

  Life with Jareth has been fantastic!

  He's worked with me every day to help me control my bloodlust. He was trying to make things a lot more comfortable between Shay, Astrid, and even Maleyna and myself.

  Thank God ...

  In the beginning, things were so awkward between my unpredictable hunger spurts and the fact that my two BFFs were carrying a severe grudge against Jareth for changing me into one of his kind. Thankfully, they accepted his decision and were willing to put aside the resentment, and a truce was formed between my boyfriend and my best friends.

  Because of my newly found adjustment to life as a vampire, Jareth has been able to afford himself more time away. He was finally retaking his responsibilities amongst the Vampire Council, on which he maintains a high-ranking position.

  According to Jareth, he was summoned by the council to discuss the recent development of werewolves encroaching upon the vampire's territory.

  Yep, werewolves are real, too, apparently.

  Being quite the insightful man, Jareth was tasked with the job of discreetly surveying the outlying lands. He was charged with verifying whether the werewolves posed any imminent threats to the vampire populous currently residing in the vicinity and then reporting to the council his findings.

  He'd been away for a few days without a word. Of course, I was on edge as I eagerly awaited his return.

  My BFFs were currently visiting me at mine and Jareth's home. Yep, I took up permanent residence in Jareth's stately mansion ever since I was turned by him last year. Living with Jareth was only natural, considering my newly acquired condition. Despite that my former condo could easily fit into our bedroom suite, it was home. The mansion's décor was entirely representative of Jareth. Old world elegance and charm. All the furniture was either an original or exact replication of the era of Jareth's origin. He had a fondness for that period, which never truly left him, despite his inclusion of a few modern-day amenities that embellished the palatial dwelling. Because the furnishings were so akin to Jareth, I was completely enamored of it all. Although, that did not mean I wasn't glad that Jareth conceded to allow me the modern-day conveniences that I was accustomed to, such as the newly remodeled state-of-the-art kitchen and, of course, electricity. It seems the 300 plus-year-old vampire hadn't seen the necessity for light bulbs, which was a needless frivolity as he once put it. In the end, though, I managed to persuade him with my own wiles. Yes, my friends, even vampires, are easily convinced to compromise when sex is on ... or shall I say off the table.