TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (read after TXT) 📕

I rocked my pelvis, relishing in the sensations Jareth was providing me. I was so close to release when just like the devil he is, he held my eyes captive and withdrew his fingers. He then began to suck each one that was glistening with my fluids slowly. "Mmm Samantha ..." he groaned, "you taste utterly mouthwatering."

He was such a tease.

I quickly removed his belt and undid his pants and boxers, pushing them down enough so that I had a full view of his hardened shaft. Never removing my eyes from his, I lifted myself from his lap. I adjusted myself in order to provide enough room for me to position his tip directly at my opening. With a sly grin, I then slowly slid down, feeling his thick length penetrate me. I gasped in pleasure as I began to grind on him breathlessly.

I leaned forward and began kissing him, then suckling his neck. All the while, he unrelentingly nipped and tended to my beaded breasts as he massaged the nub between my slick folds. Instantly I felt a sharp pierce above my nipple as his fangs punctured my supple flesh. The stinging sensation of his bite, and my warm blood trickling along my skin, sent me into overdrive as the thrilling tremors shook me to my core. My own eyes transformed, and my incisors extended while I allowed the predatory within me to claim Jareth's neck in return. Tasting his sweet blood pumping into my wanting mouth, I let out a satiated moan. I lapped up what I had taken and licked my lips seductively.

Fuck, this never gets old!

After my fourth intense orgasm, Jareth released his hot fluid inside me as my walls contracted around him tightly, draining him off every delicious drop.

Breathing heavily, I leaned my forehead against his, allowing my pink tresses to encircle his content visage. "I love you, Samantha." He cooed tenderly as he peppered kisses along my face and neck.

"I love you to Jareth," I whispered in response. I then placed my weary head on his shoulder while his strong arms held me close. I let my eyelids flutter shut in a state of utter and complete bliss.

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When I woke up from my nap, I heard Jareth pacing in the library across the hall on the phone. By the tone of his voice, I could tell it was the council on the other end, and whatever was being said, he didn't seem incredibly happy. I decided not to pry and made my way upstairs to our bedroom for a quick shower. I had fallen asleep immediately after our lovemaking, and my body was still covered in the sweet dew of sweat and sex. I noticed my reflection in the mirror and spotted a bit of dried blood caked below my breast. Jareth's puncture wounds healed quickly; there was barely even a trace of where he staked his claim on me earlier. I giggled to myself. Something about the possessiveness of marking each other was just so intoxicating to me.

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3rd person POV

After Jareth disconnected from his call with the council, he went over to the cocobolo bar set next to his office's wall-covered bookshelf. He opened the crystal decanter and poured himself two fingers of his favorite guilty pleasure, 30-year-old Macallan Scotch.  He savored its sweet, heavy flavor as it slowly burned its way down his throat. His brow furrowed while trying to contrive the best way to explain to Sammie that he needed to leave town again for a few days. Jareth knew she'd accept his imminent departure. She would do so, trying her hardest not to make him feel guilty. But that still didn't excuse the fact that he was well aware that she missed him greatly, perhaps even as much as he did her. Ever since the council caught on that Jareth sired a fledgling without proper approval, which of course such liberties were frowned upon, they made it a point of sending Jareth on all sorts of undertakings at their bequest. He gladly accepted his punishment, despite being treated as if he held no standing amongst his fellow council members. He just wished they didn't take such advantage of his good graces as often as they had been as of late. He sighed and took another drink from his glass, reasoning that this too would pass.

A gentle breeze blew in through the tall Romanesque window, which was slightly ajar, and Jareth could smell the faintest hint of strawberries.

Samantha ...

He smiled to himself, recognizing her alluring scent.

He stood staring out into the night scenery as she lovingly wrapped her slender arms around his waist and nuzzled herself against his back. Jareth smiled at his lover's affectionate greeting. No one had come close to the peace he felt with her in all his time on earth. She calmed the demon that stirred within him, and Jareth understood that by being with Samantha, he had finally attained the one thing he never believed he deserved ... happiness. She was his Beloved. There was no question in his heart. She was his chosen, and he was hers. Their bloodletting ritual while making love only solidified it. They were bound together for eternity. They were soul mates.

Jareth concluded at that moment that he felt such a fool for not conceiving it earlier on. He didn't necessarily have to leave Samantha for every trip he was tasked to. Some assignments, such as his next destination, were deemed as purely amicable business transactions. They were without the threat of danger. There was no reason why she couldn't join him.

Quickly, he turned to face the doe-eyed beauty before him and scooped her up with one arm smiling from ear to ear.

"Jareth!" Samantha giggled. "What are you doing ... put me down!"

Jareth shook his head and gave her a simple peck on her nose before speaking. "I'm afraid I cannot