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

He followed her all the way to the other side, having to push past several people.
“Are you the only one working?” he asked and she huffed.
“No, Sarah is manning the food. There are other waitresses somewhere out there.” She told him, leaning on the counter and waiting for someone to order.
“So can we talk outside for a little while.” He asked, his tone sounding hopeful. Before she could answer Carol sidled up behind the bar.
“Hey! Leave my friend alone! She’s very Molly, pretty you are pretty.” She said, her breath reeking of alcohol. She giggled when she realized her mistake.
“You’re pretty, you are very pretty Molly.” She leered and hiccupped once.
“Ugh, Carol you’re wrecked.” Molly commented and wrapped her arm around Carol’s waist.
“I’m taking you to the motel.” Molly said, getting her jacket.
“The hell you are! The party is just getting started! Isn’t that right boys!” she yelled at the males who were drinking their drink. They all cheered and whooped, making Carol laugh. Then the worst thing happened, the jukebox changed and Carol stiffened. They were greeted with the base line to Seven Nation Army and Thomas’ eyes bulge and he stiffened.
“God no.” he muttered and Carol pushed away from Molly to stand on the counter top.
“I’m gonna fight ‘em off! A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back! They’re gonna rip it off, taking their time right behind my back!” she sung at the top of her lungs and everyone went crazy. Her heels clicked on the countertop as she tapped her shoe to each word she sung. She bobbed her head and strutted down the counter top, matching each drum tap with her heel click.
“Don’t wanna hear about it, every single one’s got a story to tell! Everyone knows about it! From the queen of England to the hounds of hell!” she said wiggling to her haunches in front of the male who ordered the rum and coke. He howled and joined her on top of the counter top, gaining a few howls from the men and cheers from the women. He played air drums and she sung, still walking along the counter top.
“And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home!” she yelled and Thomas got up and did electric guitar. Everyone went crazy and jumped up and down. They all got quiet with the quiet part and then all together clapped.
“I’m going to Wichita, far from this opera forever more! I’m gonna work the straw! Make the sweat drip from every pore! And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding right before the lord! All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think no more!” she bobbed her head and sung into her fake microphone. They finished the song with a hip jerk from Thomas and laughter, drunken happy laughter, and they got a brilliant round of applause and multiple howls. The male hopped down and Carol jumped into his arms. She giggled when everyone gave her pecks on the cheek on the forehead. Thomas hopped down, on the side of the bar, and smiled at her.
“That happens almost every night. We try to keep it from this particular song, because that just makes her more vibrant.” He said breathlessly. But Molly couldn’t say anything, out of shock and pure lust for him. Her eyes scanned his muscular chest, his neck that was now coated with a thin sheen of sweat. God how she wanted to just taste, just to have one sweet lick and taste him. A few strands of his black hair in his face, one directly over his eye begging for her to move it. She bit her lip and moved away from him, too much too fast.
“I have to go take Carol home, or at least back to the motel.” She told him, pulled on her jacket and went out to find Carol. A beat came on the jukebox and she smiled. Now someone was just trying to goad her. She stood still and tried to look for Carol but someone pulled her to the counter top. Everyone else clapped while she looked into his black eyes.
“Paranoia is in bloom, the PR transmission will resume, they try to push drugs to keep us all dumbed down and hope that we will never see the truth around. So come on!” he sung to her, his voice just as lyrical as ever.
“Another promise another scene another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed, and all the green belts wrapped around our minds! And unless red tape to keep the truth confined! So come on!” she sung back to him, her cheeks flaming with the howls they received. But nothing seemed to matter but him, his body and his voice.
“They will not force us, they will stop degrading us! They will not control us!! We will be victorious!!” he put his hand on her hip, grazing the skin and sending delicious tremors and hot liquid down her body. They sung like that, his hand on her hip, back and forth for the rest of the song. They were both sweaty and out of breath when the song ended, but they were still lost in each other’s eyes. His eyes dipped to her lips and her eyes dipped to his neck.
“I want to go home now.” Carol said, tugging on Molly’s sock. That broke the spell that was placed between them and Molly looked down to Carol. Her eyes kept going in and out of focus, which wasn’t a good sign.
“I, uhm, I gotta go.” She told him, but he didn’t let go of her hip, if anything he just squeezed. The pain sending a gush of liquid out of her hot, pink folds. She whimpered slightly and stepped out of his grasp.
“I gotta go, see ya tomorrow Tom.” She told him and hopped off the bar. She grabbed Carol’s hand and pulled her out the bar. Ignoring the tall drink of pure lust standing on the counter top.


God he was hard, his cock strained against his zipper and he hopped off the bar before he embarrassed himself.
“Hey man, that was hot.” Jeremiah said, putting one hand on his shoulder.
“Tell me about it.” Thomas said and shrugged out of his hands. He left the bar, but saw no sign of his woman. Her tantalizing scent called to him, she must’ve had to been really, really wet for him to still scent her. He was losing it, he either needed to follow her to her motel and fuck her until they were both writhing in pleasure, or he had to go home and take a cold shower. His wolf was leaning towards the first one, but the reasonable side was leaning toward the latter. He couldn’t do that to her though, he wouldn’t do that to her. He stormed to his bike, kicked up the kick stand and revved toward his apartment. He stormed up his stairs, yanked off his clothes and turned the shower to its coldest temperature. The cold water hit his heated flesh and he let out a ragged breath, it wasn’t enough. He wanted so bad to just sink his self into her hot willing body, he wanted to fuck her good and raw and make her his in every way possible. But he couldn’t do that to her. Not now, not yet. Soon his cock went flaccid and he washed off all the sweat he had on him from tonight. He lay in bed that night, dreaming of muse and miniskirts.


God she was hot, she clenched her legs as tight as she could on the bike while she rode to the motel. Carol shifted uncomfortably behind her but she paid no mind, that encounter had made her body high strung. One touch from him would shoot off and arrow of pleasure so deep she doubted if she would be able to recover from it. They arrived and Molly ran straight to the bathroom, she heard Carol mumble something and close the door. Molly locked the door and sunk down to the floor. She didn’t know what that whole thing was but now she needed something. She needed something to fill her insatiable need. She ripped off her shoes, socks, shirt and skirt in a few fluid movements. She ripped her hair bands off her hair and shook her fingers through her hair. She took off her white panties and threw them on the floor, not wanting to see exactly how wet he made her. Damn him and his… everything! His muscles, his hair, his scent! God, everything about that man put her body on a maddening frenzy. She turned the water to its coldest and didn’t give herself time to chicken out. She stepped into the frigid water and let out a ragged breath. The cold water instantly cooled her wet skin and she braced her hands on the slick tiles. Her hair, instantly doused, stuck to her back.
She sighed when her body finally relaxed; she had started to clean herself when images racked her brain. Images of him burying deep in her, fucking her raw, making it unable for her to walk for days. Her body instantly responded, making her wet within seconds. She would not touch herself though; she’d never sunk so low as to touch herself. Forcing herself to remain cool, she let the wash cloth soak up as much cold water as she could and she gently wiped her pussy, it felt deeply erotic. Her mind kept flashing to him on top of her, him in back of her, her on top of him. It was just a barrage of emotions. Her body felt so sore now, just waiting for the right touch to set her loose. If she thought hard enough she could think it was Thomas wiping her, whispering sweet words into her ears as he pumped those manly fingers into her. Over and over and over. She breathed and finally her torment was over, she was clean. As clean as she was to let herself be. She stepped out of the shower and dried herself, careful not to be too rough to her tender nipples. She pulled on a tank top and pajama shorts and gingerly walked out the bathroom.
“Well that was a long shower. Did you wash off all your sins?” Carol asked, seeing how carefully she was walking. She flicked the TV channel and looked at her, raising a brow.
“I’m going to sleep, in the morning I can drive you home before I go to work.” Molly told her and laid down gently on her stomach.
“Cool, night Molly.” Carol said, and then the world went black for Molly.

She woke with a start and her body felt reasonably better. She jumped into the shower before the sun lit up the entire world and sighed when the hot water hit her. She washed her hair, wiggled her toes and giggled. She felt unimaginably better. When she got out the shower Carol was still sound asleep on the bed, her light snores filling the room. Shaking her head she went to her bag and pulled out a pair of skin tight jeans, a black tank top and black matching bra and under wear. As she was getting dressed she marveled at how much a cold shower had helped. But she wasn’t looking forward to doing it again. So that meant she had to stay away from Thomas at all times, regardless of the situation. She got dressed and put her hair in one ponytail, too hot to do anything else with it, and went on to wake Carol. She got up, grudgingly and muttering about killing her, and walked outside.
“Well come on, let’s not wait for the grass to grow.” She said and they both walked to the bike. Carol told her where she lived and Molly dropped her off, not moving until she had made it inside.
Molly drove off to work and decided today