Fated (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (the best books to read TXT) 📕

settled between her. He looked directly in her eyes and slid into her slowly. Her tissues, the ones that she thought were sore and tired out, came back to life and welcomed him with a warm wave of wetness. He grunted and stopped moving.
“Damn pet, you’re killing me here.” He growled and she smiled up at him sweetly.


He wouldn’t be able to do this. She was so fucking hot, so fucking tight around his cock. Sure he knew that when he was finger fucking her, but now that her pussy was constricting around him he knew this was a lost cause. He’d been so lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice she’d wrapped her legs around his waist until he was in her to the hilt. She arched her back and her pussy contracted around him even more.
“What the fuck are you doing pet?” he growled in pleasure and braced his hands on either side of her head.
“Giving you the extra push you seem to need.” she purred huskily and squeezed his hips.
“I’m trying not to hurt you.” he growled, feeling his claws come out.
“I’m not fucking fragile.” she growled at him and squeezed his hips again.
“Fine.” he snapped and moved. The friction gave him excellent pleasure and her too apparently. She cooed and closed her eyes. That little sound, that small little mixture of pleasure and bliss made him lose control. His thrust became faster, harder. His breathing became more erratic, her moans became louder until they were yells of pleasure. HE felt the tingling in his spine, but he wouldn’t allow himself to cum. He would wait for her to cum, he wanted to at least give her that last orgasm. Carefully he took his claw tipped finger and flicked her clit. That was all she needed, her body bowed up from the bed and her cunt convulsed around his cock. Grunting he thrust into her one last time and let his hot seed pour into her willing body. She cooed and fell back to the bed, he soon followed. She was breathing hard and her eyes were closed. He let himself delight in her heartbeat. He set his head on her chest and listened to the storm of her heart rage. She sighed softly and put her hand on his head, she stroked his hair gently and he fell asleep.


She awoke to the most annoying noise. It wasn’t yet light outside, she shouldn’t be up. But that damn noise awoke her. It was right near her ear, it tickled the hairs on her neck. She turned around slowly to find Thomas, snoring, behind her. She smiled softly and nudged him, he wouldn’t wake. The snoring got louder, but it didn’t stop. Frowning she nudged him harder and he groaned and tightened the arm around her. Sighing she rolled him back, still nothing, and straddled his tummy. His features were so calm, so relaxed. He looked so much like a little child, so much that she contemplated what she was about to do. Sadly, sleep over ran common sense and she slammed the pillow on top of his face. He shot up but she put her weight into it and snickered wildly. He flipped her over, his eyes wild and amber.
“What the hell were you doing pet?” he asked her, leaning down to peer directly in her eyes.
“You were snoring so loud, I just wanted some sleep.” She said innocently and slowly opened her legs.
“One, I do not snore, and secondly you tried to kill me.” He growled low, moving his mouth to her neck and putting the head of his cock near her opening.
“Do so.” She grunted and pushed herself onto his cock. He growled and nipped her neck.
“Never the patient one are you pet?” He rumbled low and slammed into her. She let out a small yelp that he didn’t seem to care about. He slammed into her over and over, pushing her to the precipice of her orgasm. She whimpered as each slam got her closer and closer to her destination. She was there, almost there, so close to that feeling. But something wasn’t working, he sensed it and her bra was off in seconds. He kissed each hardened nipple, his tongue sneaking out and taking a lick of the flesh. That did her in, that made her world crumble around her in little pieces. She yelled out her orgasm and he growled softly on her breast. His body tensed and she felt his hot seed shoot into her body. She didn’t care, she was floating. And when she finally fell, she fell peacefully into sleep. Not caring for the loud rumblings of his snore. Chapter 6

When he awoke he expected to have a warm body laying next to him. A warm willing body. But instead he found a deserted spot. She wouldn’t do something like that, she wouldn’t ditch in the middle of the night. There was a reasonable explanation... was what he tried to tell his wolf. But his wolf paced recklessly in his mind. He was so close to losing it he had to squeeze his eyes closed. His claws descended and his fangs elongated, he could feel the shifting tingle in his spine. Before he could lose control completely a small hand grasped his shoulder, making him jump. He snapped open his eyes to look into a concerned face, she was saying something he just couldn’t hear it. She shook him hard once and patted his cheek.
“Tommy, you Ok?” she asked him, her brow furrowing in concern.
“I thought you left me.” he growled out and winced, he hadn’t meant to sound so aggressive. Instead of cowering, like he pictured her doing, she chuckled low and kissed his nose.
“I don’t bail, I thought you knew that by now Tommy?” she said in a light tone, then she got up again. She was wearing his shirt and his boxers, she made herself perfectly at home and he loved it.
“Where were you then?” he asked, getting up from the bed. He’d forgotten he was naked and his cheeks flamed when he realized it. He picked up the sheet and wrapped it around his waist quickly and she tittered.
“You act as if I haven’t seen you already.” she said softly then turned to walk out muttering “or tasted you.” His wolf growled in pleasure, he was glad his mate was so happy about sex between them. The human side of him, however detested it. He felt disgusted for taking her the way he did, for being so aggressive. His heart was beating way too fast. Shit no, he thought. It was another panic attack, he hated those. They always snuck up on him.
“You do know I’ve made breakfast, right? And it’s just getting cold.” Her head ducked back into the room with an amused but impatient face.
“Oh, uh sorry.” He stammered and her brow furrowed.
“You Ok there Tommy? You’re acting differently.” She asked stepping forward. He took a step backwards and she raised a brow.
“You feeling sick Thomas?” She asked and walked to him. He backed as far as he could but she just advanced toward him.
“You look a little pale, are you sure you’re alright?” She asked, worry lacing her tone.
“Yeah, yeah I’m f-“ his words died out as his world faded around him.


“Shit!” She hissed and grabbed onto his falling body. She didn’t know what had happened, but now here he lay, in her arms. She cursed once more and laid him down onto the bed. His face had gone pale, and he seemed almost afraid of her. Either her or her touch. Maybe her powers had come back and she had hurt him last night. Guilt instantly threaded through her and she put her fingers to his neck. There was still a pulse, a strong one at that.
“Crap, what do I do, what do I do?” She paced the room and threaded her fingers through her hair. Call for help, call his father! Her pulse quickened at the thought of seeing Mr. Green was an intimidating man. With his huge stature and the way he walked. He dominated everything, everywhere he went. His presence screamed for him not to be ignored. So nobody ignored him. Sighing and wiping her hands on Thomas’ boxers she reached for his house phone. There were a couple of numbers in but she dialed the one labeled ‘Dad’. She gulped as it rang and on the third ring her call was answered.
“Thomas, is everything Ok?” The deep baritone on the phone sounded worried, as worried as she was. She swallowed again and fought with her mouth to speak.
“Thomas? Thomas?! Why aren’t you answering me?!” The deep tone was rushed and angry.
“Mr. Green it’s me, Molly. Something’s wrong with Thomas, he just passed out. There’s a pulse. A really, really strong pulse. But he isn’t moving and I didn’t know what to do.” She rushed out and swallowed again when she heard nothing.
“Molly? When the hell did you get back in town?” His voice sounded awed, but she didn’t have time to answer his questions.
“Awhile now, Thomas is still unconscious and I still don’t know what to do.” She snapped into the phone and looked to Thomas’ prone form.
“Ok, it’s gonna be alright. I’m coming over, just relax and stay by his side.” He said, and with that the line went dead.
“Some news.” She muttered and sat down next to Thomas and crossed her legs. She waited like that for ten minutes. The door banged and she cast one more look at Thomas before opening it. She could feel his powerful presence before she even opened the door. He sped past her, his long hair in its usual ponytail, and went directly for Thomas’ room. She trailed after him, after closing the door, hurriedly and bit her lip. His father made no remark about his nakedness, he seemed to not mind at all.
“What happened?” his father asked and she explained everything to him again, trying to keep from wringing her hands.
“Has he been getting air?” he asked, propping his son’s head on the pillow and closing his eyes.
“He’s been breathing, if that’s what you’re asking.” She said nervously and walked to the bed. His fathers’ eyes opened and they shined an aged amber.
“Wake up now Thomas, you’ve scared her enough.” He said in a strong voice that made a small part of her stir. Thomas sat up, breathing heavy and looking around. He looked at his father and his face blanched.
“How long?” Tom’s voice was thick and sad.
“As far as she told me about a half an hour, or so.” His fathers’ eyes slowly turned back to black slowly.
“I think it’s time you told her.” He remarked after a moment of awkward silence.
“I can’t do that, you know that.”
“You don’t want to do that, there is a huge difference Tommy.”
“I can’t. It would scare her off!” Thomas boomed and her eyes widened. It was as if they had forgotten her presence.
“If you had sex with her and she’s still here you obviously haven’t run her off yet.” His fathers’ voice was calm, collective. Cool.
“She has bruises! I nearly scratched her thousands of times!” was true, she did have bruises. She didn’t care, she’d