“I like it,” he said, admiring it. “I wish I could stay, but—”
“I know,” I said, “you have to get back home.”
“Yes. We’ve stayed too long.”
“It’s okay. I know you have to go.” I reached into my purse when it dawned on me. “You can’t go home yet. We haven’t figured out how to stop the bracelet from reacting this way to you.
He reached for it again and it didn’t zap him.
“I-I don’t understand…” I stared into his eyes. “You spelled it.”
He showed us a vile of a gold sandy substance. “It temporarily tethered it to you. I had to make sure you were safe and I knew Gavin would want to leave immediately as soon as he knew we had the bracelet.”
Gavin nuzzled my neck as he pulled me into his arms. “You underestimate me, Mekhi. As always, but it’s okay. I like proving you wrong.”
I leaned back in his arms to look at him. “Well, you are unexpected.”
But my smile faltered. It didn’t leave my side because it was connected to me; Mekhi had done it to ensure I was protected. I held it in my hand, but it didn’t whisper to me. Maybe I’d imagined it and I just happened to end up with it. It wasn’t meant for me and I couldn’t keep it knowing that it would put my guys in danger.
I gave it to Gavin. “Then there’s no reason for me to hold onto it.”
“I’m sorry. I know you thought it meant something.” Mekhi took a tentative step towards me.
“I know.” I cupped his cheek and kissed him softly on the lips. “Go. I’ve kept you long enough.”
I let go of him and stepped back.
They vacillated a bit, but eventually headed for the door.
“Really. I’ll be fine.”
“We’re coming back for you,” Mekhi vowed.
“I’m holding you to it.” I took it seriously since the fae didn’t make promises they couldn’t keep.
After they were gone, I peeled off my top and pants and took a shower. The water scalded my skin, but it felt good to cleanse away the shitty day I’d had. I was just rinsing out the last of the conditioner when I heard someone knocking on the door. It was late and I just wanted to shower and go to sleep.
I shut off the shower and started towel drying my hair, determined to ignore the late night caller but they were insistent. The knocking continued. I tossed the towel in the hamper, put on my bathrobe, and stalked through my living room ready to let them have it.
I looked through the peephole first and my ire immediately subsided. Opening the door, Gavin lifted me up, and closed the door.
“Lock the door,” I said and he fumbled with the lock and continued to walk me back against the wall.
He pinned me to the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as his mouth melded to mine. He tasted of mint and bourbon which caught me by surprise because he was supposed to return to the Fae Realm.
I wanted to probe him about it, but the bulge at my damp center rendered me speechless. I threaded my fingers through his hair as he rolled my robe off my shoulder to take my nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, making me writhe in his arms. He licked a path to my other breast, cupping it in his hand while he wrapped his mouth around it.
I slid my hand down between us, groping his hard cock. He hissed as I reached inside his pants and tugged on it. He bunched my robe at the waist, exposing my weeping flesh and lined his cock up with my entrance. As he gazed into my eyes, he pushed his huge cock inside of me and worked me with shallow thrusts.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck. I was awed by this sensitive side of him and his tender lovemaking, but it didn’t last long. The walls and framed photos quaked as he fucked me harder. He pushed me further up the wall, spreading my legs wider as he pummeled into me with deeper strokes. I panted against his skin. I was so close; I could feel it building, ready to erupt. Our hands intertwined as he pumped harder into me until I came violently, screaming obscenities into his shoulder.
Once more, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bedroom to the bed. On the bed, he positioned me so that my back was to him. I eased back onto his dick and rode him from behind. Smacking my ass, he grunted and moved in closer so that our bodies molded into one another.
I craned my neck to kiss him, our tongues colliding and fighting for dominance. He pulled on my hair, letting me know this was one battle I would not win. I submitted, maybe a little too eagerly, loving the ferocity in his kiss and feel of his lips against my skin. And for my acquiescence, he worshipped my curves. His hands migrated to my breasts, palming them while he started to fuck me until I was utterly spent. Then he moved faster and faster, filling me to completion. His thrusts were longer and harder. I panted as he rubbed my clit to send me barreling over the edge and I screamed, my body trembling as he climaxed inside me.
I folded into his arms, completely sated and replete. I was still breathing hard when he stroked my cheek and leaned in for a kiss.
I smiled up at him, staring into his brown eyes. “I thought you were going home.”
“I couldn’t leave things like that and Mekhi pointed out that it wasn’t necessary for both of us to deliver the parcel. So, I came back for you.”
“I’m glad you did, but you have to go now, huh?”
“Yes, unfortunately.” He slid out of bed and started putting back on his clothes. Then, he stopped and turned around to face me. “Come with me.”
“What?” When he didn’t break eye contact with me, I said, “You’re serious.”
“Of course, I am. I want to spend more time with you and I don’t know when I will be able to return.”
“I can’t just leave.”
“You can come back anytime you want.” He leaned in, giving me a mind-blowing kiss. “I just want more time with you. What do you think?”
I knew Walter would be back in tomorrow and I already had the day off, making it a long weekend. “Mmm, I think you’re wonderful and I want more time with you too.”
He hopped up. “So, that’s a yes.”
“It’s a hell yes.”
He swept me out of bed and spun me around. Then carried me to the shower. At some point, he discarded his shirt again and stood in front of me stark naked. His long dick was still rock hard, making me salivate. I wanted to go to my knees and take all of him into my mouth, but he backed me into the shower and lowered himself to taste me.
And who was I to deny him?
He nipped at my clit, teasing me. His hands glided up my thighs, gripping my ass as he fucked my pussy with his tongue. My hips moved with him. Back and forth. He slurped all of my juices, plunging a finger inside me while he sucked on my clit.
My body was jelly, leaning on the wall as he devoured me. Adding another finger inside me, he screwed me, and rubbed my clit in tandem.
Then removed his fingers to lick them.
“You taste so good,” he said, sucking on my clit.
He shifted to take more of me and I rode his face until I came again.
I pulled him up, exploring his mouth with my tongue.
He grinned at me. “We should get going or we may never leave this shower.”
“I agree.” I got out of the shower while I still had some control left.
“What should I bring?” I asked, once fully clothed again.
“Something warm.”
“Mmm, I have you for that.” I stood on tipped toes and kissed him. Then zipped up my travel bag.
“Ready?” he asked, extending a hand while opening a portal to his realm.
“Ready.” I took his hand and followed him through the beautiful doorway to his home.
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Go Fang Yourself by Billie Dale
Paranormal Romantic Comedy
Go Fang Yourself
Copyright © 2020 by Cybill Richey.
All Rights Reserved.
Cover designed by Enchanted Ink
Editing by Karen Hrdlicka
This book is a work of fiction and meant for reading fictional enjoyment. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Billie Dale -- Visit my website at www.billiedaleauthor.com
Printed in the United States of America
First Printing: October 2020
Author Billie Dale
Blurb
Together they fight the tide to save the free.
Daughters of Odin Fated to be.
When Fate insisted my sister and I attend Silver Lake College, the brochure failed to mention a life-altering prophecy, a world-saving destiny, and a sinfully delicious vampire who is not only the harbinger of said prophecy, but also my mate.
Elon Ford is the man you want to devour. Turns out he wants to taste me too.
This foggy, no-sun, no-fun depressing university is filled with so much more than young adults craving education.
Discovering vampires are real sends me tripping into the drink and BAM I’m amped up with super strength, a grocery list of freaky abilities, and a can-do attitude.
My twin is next to take a dip. Where I’m bolster and action, she’s reasoning and empathy.
On Halloween Carissa Dumain, self-proclaimed Queen of the Vampires, is leading the charge to the apocalypse and the end of humanity as we know it.
I have a handful of weeks to wrap my head around sharing the spirit of a Norse god, maneuvering a body I no longer recognize, and saving my sister... Nope, none of this was in the brochure.
We are Nicole and Ranissa Nodens.
We are the Daughters of Odin
We are The Sisters Who Slay.
Dear Reader
For those who can’t begin to understand the way teenagers talk today, here are some important words to know if you hope to understand the awesomeness of the Nodens sisters.
AF- As Fuck
GOAT - Greatest of All Time
FOMO- Fear of missing out.
I’m dead – laughing so hard
Flex – showoff
Extra – over the top, a bit dramatic
Ship – relationship
Thirsty – overeager, not in a good way
Slunt – slut/cunt.
Ratchet – gross, loose, not worthy
Woke – being aware to what’s going on in society
Good reading! I hope you love these twins! Stay up to date on the adventures of the Noden sisters by subscribing to my email or checking my site.
~Love, Billie
Chapter One
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Cold misting wind climbs under the hem of my short skirt and freezes the gold ring dangling from my belly button beneath the cut of my crop top. I stare at the forest entrance, hearing the bass throb from the party I slunk out of. The drum beat syncs with the thumping of my too narrow high-heel-pinched toes.
The magnificent way stilettos highlight my long-ass legs is the brilliant reason for my tortured tootsies. Well, that and my stupidity.
It’s a small campus. I can handle walking a few blocks.
I’m an idiot.
Sculpted calves are not worth losing the little piggy who went wee-wee all the way home. My poor digits gave up the good fight an hour ago. They went numb, taking shelter under the toe next to it. I’m positive it’s gone for good. Now with a vise grip stronger than Jaws feeding on a surfer ceasing my circulation, the other four send a ransom note to my brain, threatening if I don’t get these bastards off my feet, they are out of here too.
I pampered them with a pedicure and pale pink polish to prepare for tonight and the peep-toe. Hindsight and all, I should’ve saved the royal treatment for after and used it as an incentive to keep them attached to my body. Though if I’d known what was coming, I wouldn’t be in this predicament. I’d kick my own ass, if I could reach it, for using up the last few dollars of my savings on something of no purpose.
Stupid, stupid girl. If you’d worn your usual tennis shoes or kept enough for a ride in the lone town Uber, we wouldn’t be hovering at the opening of Five Point Forest, staring down the creepy trail we all use to traverse campus.
The full moon plays peekaboo in and out of the cloud cover, casting a white glow on the lush trees before it’s swallowed in black. Tiny landscaping lights mark the trodden packed earth, flickering yellow like a candle. I’ve taken this route numerous times in the last four weeks, but never in the dark and never alone.
“Why is shit always creepier at night?” I mumble, listening to the rustling crunch of the colorless leaves and the calling of the nighttime critters. During the day, these mighty trees present a stunning representation of fall. Fiery reds, radiant yellows, and warm oranges blend, creating an autumn nirvana vibrant enough for a Bob Ross painting. Without the dismal light of day, they loom shadowed and frightening.
Unable to stand the hurt any longer, I slip off my shoes, hooking their ankle straps over each wrist. I eye the sidewalk behind me, knowing I could take the long way around, but it’s late and I’m pissed because my date paid more attention to the beer bong than me. A smart woman who knows the dangers of abduction would stay on the well-lit street path, but it takes thirty minutes, while the cut through takes twelve. I want my pajamas and to commiserate with my sister so the trail and risk of dismemberment wins.
I huff a pissed-off sigh, stepping off the sidewalk. Ice-cold mud squishes between my digits. Goodbye, pretty toes. The soothing chill invigorates for about two seconds.
Cursing my poor decisions, I stomp forward, ignoring the pebbled stones digging into the balls of my feet. A howling wind whips, almost pushing me backward, but the trees beckon me onward. The icing on the shit cake of my night is a few steps inside the gust rustles the branches, causing the rain from earlier to pour down on my head.
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear the forest didn’t want me, but that’s crazy and my dorm sits a scant distance at the other end.
I wring the wetness from my strands and push myself forward, speed walking as fast as my bare feet and tight skirt allow. To keep from focusing on the near hypothermic conditions or why I didn’t remove my date’s testicles, I think back to how two girls raised in the hot Nevada sun ended up in the puckered asshole of Winterborne Oregon, at the tiny nothing campus of Silver Lake College.
Chapter Two
Imaginary sun warms my skin as my lids fall closed and I soak up all the virtual vitamin D. As they lower, I giggle at the fluffy clouds dancing in the sea of blue. I swear I can feel the heat on my skin. A smile tugs at my lips, thinking of the bronze color overtaking my face. No more long hours applying makeup to achieve the perfect tan.
“Nikki.” Frustration laces the letters of my name. I reluctantly pry open one eye, meeting my sister's glare. “Put your phone down and help me.”
Lost in bliss, my phone screen darkens, hiding the photo my friend, Evie, sent me of her campus in gorgeous California. A chilled damp breeze raises goosebumps on my arms, dragging me back to reality. We could’ve been there bumping uglies with stoned-out cute surfers and filling our Instagrams with sultry topless bikini photos, showing off our tans. But no, we chose the campus all other colleges have nightmares about. The one where gray sky hides the golden orb I crave and dr
eariness frizzes my hair.
Four months ago, we sat at our wobbling kitchen table, arguing over where our feet would land for college. We discussed separating for a hot minute, but shot it down with quickness.
Yes, we are those needy identical twin sisters who might as well be conjoined because separating is not an option.
We narrowed our selection down to three schools. Each with lofty standards in our chosen degree paths: my sister’s dream of following her love for history and mine for physical therapy. With our high SAT scores, we had our pick of schools.
After growing up in the stifling Las Vegas heat, I pondered the wonderment of living through a wintery season filled with ice and snow but the balmy average temperatures of California beckoned.
Dad leans over my shoulder, shuffling our choices like the shell game, humming the same tune from our childhood under his breath. Another of his many quirks we’ve grown used to. Mom died shortly after our birth, and he’s been a quirky bird for as long as I can remember.
Suddenly his tune mutes and the house falls silent. No air conditioner blowing, no running refrigerator, no sounds of life beyond the windows; nothing. It’s like the earth paused its rotation. My eyes meet my sister’s across the table. Her identical oceanic blue stares back. Looking at her is akin to staring in a mirror. We are more identical than identical, if that makes any sense.
What the hell is going on? whispers through my head. Not my thoughts, hers. A nifty trick we picked up a year ago is our ability to speak into each other’s minds. We’ve always had what we call twin sense where we can read each other, but now we’re extra.
Dad stands immobile with his hand outstretched. Birds in flight outside the window hang midair. Upon closer inspection, I see pedestrians and cars paused in their path.
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