TWISTED FATES BOOK 2: EVEN MORE TWISTED

by Jacklyn Scott Rogers

“Not much actually. I mean I already knew you wanted me. I just used a little something to turn the heat up so that it’s easier for you to succumb to your desires.”

  I can’t believe this shit! She actually did something to spur on a fucking heat … in me! Contrary to popular belief, female wolves aren’t the only ones that suffer through the heat. Au contraire my friend. We males also have our own. The difference between the two is that for females the heat takes a physical toll while for males it’s completely mental. I suppose most would think wow who am I to complain about only mental pain. Well trust me when I say, it's still a bitch.

  For unmarked males, we suddenly revert back to our primal animal instincts, mating. It doesn’t matter who with as long as we get rid of the hungry release that drives our testosterone-filled libidos into a frenzy the likes of a sexually driven rabid beast. Worse yet, being an Alpha my own heat is even worse.

  Currently, I am fighting my damndest to not succumb to it. It’s just really, really, REALLY hard. To put it bluntly, picture a four-engine plane gliding freely through the sky, not a care in the world. That’s how most of us usually are. Now picture that same jumbo jet running on only one engine that’s starting to overheat towards combustible levels.

  That’s me.

  Any moment, my last engine is going to blow; sending me and any last bit of resolve I have into a fast and fiery downward spiral, ready to crash and burn into the scorching pits of no return.

  The fact that once again, she managed to entangle me into her grasp just behooves me to no end. Goddess, I really fucking hate her.

  Bitch!

  “I can’t believe you fucking drugged me. Oh, wait, of course, I can. It’s you. And despite whatever delusions you may have, you know damn well I don’t want you. You know that the only thing I feel for your pathetic ass is contempt. You poisonous snake!” I hissed.

  Of course, Dasha being Dasha rolled her eyes at me and snickered.

  “Well, baby, that sinfully large bulge you’re sporting says otherwise.”

  “Stay the fuck away from me.” I tried to pull at my bindings, but to no avail, then let out a low growl as a warning.

  “You know, it’s so much easier if you just give in Dev. Sooner or later your heat will win out anyway. May as well sit back and enjoy the ride.”

  I glared at her, but my arousal was kicking into overdrive.

  She nonchalantly sauntered over to where I was laying and sat beside me. Once again eyeing my protruding bulge as a smile spread across her deep red glossed lips.

  Lips …

  Lips that I wanted to hear screaming …

  As I pounded my cock deep inside of her.

  Over,

  And

  Over,

  And

  Over again.

  What the hell is wrong with me? I shook my head again trying to shake the wicked thoughts running amuck in my brain.

  I tried to contact my wolf through my mind link hoping that there was some way he could help us out of this seriously precarious situation.

  Slade?

  Yeah.

  Do you have anything that could help us out of here buddy?

  No. I have nothing and honestly, I don’t feel so good Devon. I tried to reach out to the others, and I’m blocked out. I don’t know what that whore did to us but I’m just so weak right now. Can you try and get through to them?

  I tried to open my mind up and link Toby and Derrick.

  Yep … nothing.

  Well Shit.

  A tsunami of heat and lust trailed a blaze of arousal coursing throughout my body sending shivers up and down my spine. My steel rod tremored in need of contact.

  Goddess, I was so fucking horny. I just needed a release.

  I felt a shifting beside me and heard the crinkling of a wrapper being opened.

  I knew that sound. Condom wrapper.

  I moaned.

  Another giggle filled the room reminding me I wasn’t alone.

  She could ease my discomfort easily.

  So easily.

  A well-manicured hand slowly began rubbing me, eliciting a moan from my lips.

  NO! I can't do this.

  I wanted to think of something, ANYTHING, to get my mind off of how much I was enjoying this. I clenched my fists once again trying to break free.

  “Oh, baby. I love how you’re trying to fight this. Fight us. Too bad your delicious cock says otherwise. I always knew how to tame the beast.”

  I growled but it came out as more of a moan.

  Shit.

  Dasha’s smirk only grew wider.

  “Now, now Devon. As much as I’d love to jump on that bad boy, first things first. As they say, business before pleasure. Although, it’ll be pleasurable for you either way my pet.”

  Confused I looked at her and noticed that she had the unwrapped condom ready to use in her hand. Slowly, she lowered the front of my boxers down releasing my throbbing hard-on from its confines making it spring forward. Lust filled her eyes as she maintained her eye contact with me while she slowly rolled the latex material all the way down my shaft.

  I moaned again in anticipation.

  Her soft hand gripped me tightly and then began pumping the stiff timber between my legs.

  Up and down.

  Up and down.

  First slowly then building up creating more friction while her fingers teasingly massaged my sack.

  “F-fuck … that feels … s-so good.” I groaned breathlessly.

  My head leaned back into the pillows as I began panting.

  “Of course it does baby. I told you. I know how to tame the beast.” She chuckled.

  Soon enough, I felt myself building to a crescendo of euphoric pleasure and within minutes I felt a sweet release as my seed began propelling into its rubber containment.

  I was breathless and shocked.

  I couldn’t believe that I did that.

  Sweat began to trickle down my forehead as I once again tried to clear my thoughts. It was painfully clear, I wasn’t thinking right.

  But fuck it felt so good.

  Dasha gently removed my used condom and stood up. She grabbed a plastic baggie from her pocket and placed the filled condom carefully inside then sealed the little baggie; all the while smiling to herself.

  A knock on the door broke her out of her reverie. Bewildered, I watched her walk over to the hotel room’s plain white door and let someone inside.

  It was that Omega.

  She looked at me and smirked.

  I growled at her forcing her to lower her head in submission.

  “Hey.”

  Dasha gently grabbed the girl's chin to look at her face.

  “Don’t let him intimidate you, baby girl. He’s totally harmless right now. Trust me, all bark no bite.”

  “K. Are you almost done? I miss you.”

  “I miss you too baby girl. I won't be too long. I promise.”

  Dasha then grabbed the girl by her hair pulling her towards herself. Their lips crashed into each other hungrily. One of Dasha’s hands slowly began kneading the girl's breasts while the other slipped inside the waistband of the girl's jeans causing a guttural moan to be released from her mouth.

  Fuck I was hard again.

  Shit.

  Shit.

  Shit!

  Dasha glanced over at me and smirked. She pulled her hand out of the girl's pants and licked her fingers seductively.

  Returning her attention to the little Omega, Dasha placed the bagged condom in her hand.

  What the hell?

  “Now. Take this back home and be very, very careful with it.”

  “K.”

  “And Maricela?”

  “Yes, Dasha.”

  “When you’re done dropping that off, why don’t you go ahead and have a little fun with the boys while you wait for me.”

  “Yes, Dasha.”

  “But remember Maricela …” Dasha reached over and grabbed onto the girl’s throat, “No one, and I mea
n NO ONE, gets to taste you. That pleasure is reserved for me and me alone.”

  Dasha released her from her tight grip and placed a chaste kiss on the girl’s flushed cheek.

  The girl nodded her head and bit her lower lip. Seconds later she made her way out of the room.

  Dasha turned around and noticed that I was once again sporting another raging hard-on.

  A huge wave of lust overpowered my senses like a supernova wiping everything out in its wake. As if sensing it too, that shit-eating grin of hers made its appearance yet again.

  Slowly she removed the trench coat she had been wearing revealing her bare body.

  I was so screwed. That little bird named logic took a crap on my head then flew right out the window laughing it’s feathered ass off.

  If I were a computer, my operating system was officially corrupted by a very, very wicked virus.

  I closed my eyes. One last pathetic attempt to calm myself down. Too bad my keen senses caught a whiff of her aroused sex, causing them to reopen and land directly back onto her naked svelte body.

  My hazy eyes surveyed her silky bare physique. I hungrily stared at her round firm breasts then stopped at the place right between her thighs. I licked my lips wanting a taste.

  My cock throbbed.

  I needed to fuck her.

  Badly.

  I needed to pound into her until she couldn’t walk!

  DEVON NO! Something is wrong. You can’t do this. You can’t hurt mate! Fight it, you Idiot!

  I wanted to. I really did. But Goddess, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the sultry vixen making her way over to me.

  NO DEVON! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!

  Fuck … I just needed to be buried inside her. I needed to hear her screaming my name as she was writhing under me.

  I needed my release.

  She slowly climbed onto the bed straddling me. She held her body high enough that her hot slick core was directly above me. She then leaned over slowly making sure her beaded nipples grazed my lips while she removed the ties that bound my wrists. Once I was free she slowly eased herself directly onto my rock-hard cock.

  I moaned with the sweet feel of her moist warmth encasing me.

  NO DEVON YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! STOP STOP STOP. YOU’RE FREE … FIGHT IT!

  I could hear Slade yelling at me inside my head, but I didn’t want to listen. I couldn’t. This felt too good.

  Too damn good.

  I found myself bucking up meeting her wild rhythmic movement on top of me.

  I just couldn’t stop.

  NO! DEV-

  I cut my link with Slade. My last voice of reason. My last bit of rationality.

  I succumbed to the burning heat of my desires over and over again.

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  When I woke up in the morning I felt like my brain and body were completely demolished. I sat up gripping my head trying to make the pounding of my headache subside even just a little.

  I took inventory of the bed I lay in. It was completely destroyed.

  The harsh memories of last night’s events bombarded my head. Playing the ugly truth with very vivid images. I remembered everything that happened much to my own dismay. I wiped my hands down my face in frustration. I felt disgusted with myself.

  You should!

  And obviously, Slade wasn’t’ so happy with me either.

  Fuck you, Devon. You pathetic piece of shit! You cheated on our mate. You let some skanky ass whore overpower you because you couldn’t stop thinking with your dick!

  I didn’t mean to Slade. She drugged me and brought on my heat. I couldn’t stop it.

  NO! You could have. You should have. You didn’t. I know you. If you wanted to, you could have but you let your little tantrum with mate get the best of you. You disgust me!

  Slade that’s not … you know what, no. I don’t even need to justify this to you. I COULDN’T FIGHT IT AND THAT’S THE FUCKING TRUTH!

  Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

  And with that Slade cut the link blocking himself off from talking to me.

  I slowly got up from the bed and grimaced one more time as I made my way to the bathroom to try and wash off the filth from last night's events. When I walked into the bathroom I noticed Dasha had to make sure that she hammered the nail into my shame coffin a little more by leaving a little message on the bathroom mirror in red lipstick.

  THANKS FOR THE FUN BABY! MAKING YOU CUM FOR ME PROVES I WAS RIGHT ABOUT US. I CAN'T WAIT TO DO IT AGAIN. TTFN

  XOXO

  -D

  My fist immediately collided with the mirror sending shards of glass onto the cold marble countertop.

  She was wrong.

  It was the drug and only the fucking drug.

  The next time I see her I will kill her.

  As far as I’m concerned, this NEVER happened.

  Chapter 30

  3rd Person POV

  Fate sat on his throne looking into the Pool of Destiny, a treasured gift from his sister the Goddess Anagke. Though small in stature, the golden intricately designed pool bestowed upon Fate the ability to keep a watchful eye on all the inhabitants within the mortal realm of earth. Staring into the tumultuous swirls of blue and green liquid, Fate was able to watch as the pathetic little humans lived their mundane lives according to his will. He enjoyed himself for a while at least for a while. Then, as all things tend to do with immortal beings with insurmountable amounts of power, he was bored. He too began feeling the itch of monotony that plagued his life. Day in Day out. It was all the same, he would check his list, decide who lives and dies; wash, repeat, and continue.

  It wasn’t until a certain witch and human came into play did his existence feel any sort of emotion. It seemed that the witch, who of course he was quite familiar with being that she offered him entertainment from time to time. The way she would procure unsuspecting women into her web of lies only to take their life force as her own, resulting in their own demise. Yes, she was definitely entertaining that is until she messed up. It seemed that she made a deal with one particular human who’s designated demise was thwarted by a meddling old witch and a vampire. This, of course, was displeasing to Fate and he would have handled the human’s, now turned vampire’s, termination but as usual, things did not go as they should have. Instead of patience, the greedy little witch sought out and took the life force from another female. One that was not on Fate’s list for death. She stole an unsanctioned life force. This was unforgivable. A blatant disrespect to the God himself. Deciding to take an unauthorized life, she may have declared that she was a Goddess herself. Such a vile act angered Fate to no end and he knew that he would no longer allow her existence to continue.

  No. He had such delightful plans for her indeed.

  The other problem with Fate’s recent demeanor was his growing fascination with the little vampire female. There was something about her that made his blood boil to volcanic levels. He spent many days just watching her and loathing her piteous existence. He made it his gratifying mission to bring her such grief and suffering in hopes that she would break to the point of death. And yet, she continued to survive. Every damn thing he threw at her she wouldn’t die, and it was relentlessly setting him over the edge. What made it worse, was that despite his hatred for her, there was another emotion that he couldn’t quite understand. It would appear whenever Fate would observe her pain and suffering. Once, he actually felt a single tear flee the boundaries of his dark and cold grey eyes. He hadn’t been aware of its presence until he felt the tiniest trickle of water trail its way down along his cheek.

  This little vampire was infuriating and yet he couldn’t stop watching her.

  Suddenly an idea popped into his head the sent a shiver of excitement to flow throughout his entire being. He smiled to himself as he was now resolute on what he was going to do about this little vixen. It was time to go to earth.

  He summoned his sister to his throne room. She would need to keep watch ove
r his tasks in his stead while he was away.

  “Anagke can you please come. I have a matter to discuss with you of dire importance.”

  A beautiful young woman entered Fate’s throne room. Anagke his sister was stunning, as most Goddesses are, though small in stature, her aura exuded great power. Her long ebony tresses that cascaded along her back and silver eyes gave her an almost angelic appearance. But appearances can be quite deceiving, she was not to be underestimated. She may look like an angel, but she was just as cunning as her twin brother Fate.

  “What is it brother that you have called upon me at this hour?”

  “Well hello to you too Ana. I am planning on taking a little trip to the mortal realm for a small amount of time.”

  Ana raised her eyebrow at my statement. She was such a nosey little thing.

  “What spurred this decision brother and what does it have to do with me?”

  “In my absence, I will need you to keep an eye on things for me. As far as for my reason behind my departure, let’s just say I have an irritating itch that I need to eradicate once and for all.”

  Ana just huffed and rolled her eyes at me. Gods, for her being a Goddess herself she could be so immature at times.

  “So will you do it or not Ana?”

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “Not really.”

  “Fine.”

  “Thanks, Ana. I owe you one.”

  Ana just smirked then turned on her heels to walk out and head back to her own room but not before she had to make sure she got the last word in of course.

  “Yeah, you owe me a hell of a lot more than one Danny.”

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  Sammie’s POV

  One Month later

  Ever since Dev’s been back, it feels like something is off; and by off, I mean really, really off. For starters when he was back he didn’t even come to see me, nope. Instead, he went directly to his pack. Hell, I wouldn’t have even known of his return if it wasn’t for Aiden telling me three days after his arrival home to Blood Moon Pack.

  Suspish? Oh, I’d say so.

  When the elusive Alpha Montgomery finally did make an appearance, which of course was five days after his return, our little talk was not so much a talk but rather him telling me that he was sorry for blowing everything out of proportion. He said the misunderstanding was his fault and that he trusted me and did not wish to discuss it any further than that. I never even had been given the opportunity to retort, respond, acknowledge, hell a fart couldn’t have even been passed in the time span it took before he suddenly planted a quick peck on my forehead and bolted back to his pack to “catch up on all the work he was behind on.”