Twisted Fate

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Chapter 17


“Bryson,” I breathed as his lips landed on my neck, tasting the most sensitive part of my skin, “We talked about this,” Disgust and guilt burned in my chest as he continued to attack my neck with kisses.

I gulped. This felt so wrong.

He is not our mate. Stop this right NOW!” My wolf growled at me. She was mentally cursing me out, threatening to take control and hurt Bryson if I didn’t stop him. She was right, and I couldn’t agree more with her.

“Bryson, no,” I stood up from my chair and took his hands off me, but before I could put distance between us, he wrapped his hands around my waist and pinned me against the wall. His lips were inches away from mine, and he gazed deep into my eyes.

“I know you said we couldn’t be together, but I’m willing to sacrifice everything for you. I love you, Astrid,” He stated. I searched his eyes, desperate to find lies, but he was telling the truth. I didn’t want to hurt him, but the feelings were not mutual anymore.

Before I could set the record straight, he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. I froze and kept my lips still. My wolf growled, viciously fighting me for control. I was on her side, but I didn’t want to lose control and hurt Bryson. He was still my friend, although thoughts of protecting him flew out the window as he grazed his canines against my neck. Panic set in.

“No! Get off of me!” I brought my hands up to his chest and pushed him back. The panic evident in my voice seemed to get his attention.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this?” He asked with a hurt look. He still had me pinned against the wall when I felt the air around me shift. An eerie demonic growl came from the corner of the room. I turned my head to see a tall figure sitting in a chair with his legs crossed and a pair of fierce red eyes staring back at me. With his presence, my wolf calmed down and yelped with excitement. Our recuse was here.

My breath caught in my throat. At this moment, I wished Bryson and that demon-wolf sitting dangerously calm traded places, so he could be the one to taste me but now was not the time to think with my vagina.

“She said no,” Arlo growled with his deep demon voice. The wood cried for release under his tight hold as he gripped the edges of the chair. I’m surprised it didn’t snap right then. The bulging veins in his hands had me salivating. I wished they were exploring my curves.

Seriously, Astrid? What the hell is wrong with you? Think straight!

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Bryson stupidly growled, taking a step away from me. I could finally breathe with his hands off me, but now I had bigger problems to worry about. I feared Bryson would be crimpled and broken soon, or worse, dead.

In the next moment, I saw electrifying-blue flames ignite from Arlo’s shoulders. He remained unaffected by them and continued to sit there, glaring at Bryson as the fire danced on his body. Those stories I’d thought were bullshit proved to be real all this time. I blinked a few times, utterly surprised with his power to manipulate the actual flames of hell. But I was more surprised that I wanted to reach out and touch them.

“Leave now before you make me do something I’ll regret,” Arlo warned, but it didn’t stop Bryson from flashing his canines and growling at him. I had to refrain from facepalming at the idiocy. This man had hellfire burning from his body, and Bryson still dared to challenge him.

The hellfire died out, and Arlo smiled at him before he raised his hand, lifting Bryson high in the air with his power. I gasped as I watched Bryson reach for his neck. He frantically tried to pry the invisible force closing off his airway but to no avail. His feet dangled helplessly as he choked for air. His face resembling the color of a grape.

“Arlo, please stop,” I begged him, but he couldn’t care less. He was too enraged to hear me. The evil smile remained on his face while he controlled Bryson with his hand, and soon, he began closing it into a fist. With this motion, Bryson’s body convulsed, and he stopped breathing altogether. He would be dead soon if I didn’t do something immediately.

“Arlo, stop! You’re killing him!” I cried and reached for his hand, resting on the armrest. He snapped his head towards me when the sparks from the contact demanded his attention. His bleeding red eyes stared me down as I begged him to release his hold. With a wave of his hand, Bryson fell to the floor, unconscious.

“Oh my god!” I reached for my friend, who looked lifeless. A growl shook the floor from behind me, and suddenly the same force dragged Bryson’s body into the nearest closet, slamming the door shut behind him. By now, I was freaking out, and I stumbled back at the suddenness.

“Why were you alone with him?” Arlo rose from his chair as I crawled away from him. He looked deadly, staring me down as if he was looking deep into my soul. Half of me was terrified, while the other half wanted to jump up and let him ravage me. It was the stupid mate bond, making me feel this.

“Do you have feelings for him?” The rage and jealousy in his voice had me crawling further away from him. The veins in his hands looked like they were going to pop out when he clenched his fists.

He cornered me until my back hit the wall. I could try to get up and run away, but that would only make things worse. His hybrid speed and strength put me at a disadvantage. All I could do was sit there and hope he wouldn’t use the same treatment on me as he did poor Bryson.

“Are you kidding me?” I glared at him. How could he claim we’re nothing one day and then be jealous of another man kissing me the next? It made no sense at all, “That’s none of your business.”

“Astrid,” He gritted through clenched teeth, “Do you have feelings for him or not? Don’t make me ask you again.”

“Why are you on my property?” The disregard for his burning question set him off.

“Answer me!” He growled close to my face with so much force. His sudden action made me flinch back, and my breaths quickened. The redness in his eyes darkened along with his voice. I swore I was looking into the eyes of the devil himself, but that wasn’t going to knock me down. My father didn’t raise a bitch.

“No! I don’t have feelings for him!” I growled right back to his face. His face relaxed with my answer, but the intensity remained in his eyes. Silence fell upon us after my response. Our harsh breathing could be heard from miles away.

The lighting from my desk gave me a better view of him. The tight black button-up shirt showed off his muscles, and he wore his steel-toe boots as usual. My mind raced with dirty images of me ripping his clothes off with my claws. Oh, what a sight it would be…

I waited for him to leave, but he surprised me for the second time tonight when his lips came crashing down on mine. His actions stunned me for a second, but my hands acted on their own, involuntarily reaching for his neck, deepening the kiss.

I was in his arms and placed on the desk with one swift movement, never breaking the kiss. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue found its way to mine. He tasted a mixture of cigarette smoke and mint, leaving me wanting more and more. He pulled back after some moments to take in my appearance. My short red dress with a low V-neck hung a frown on his face.

“I don’t want to see you out in this dress again. It shows too much.”

I didn’t get the chance to protest before his lips were on mine again though he abandoned them shortly to give my neck some attention. I could tell he didn’t like that Bryson’s scent was on me because his kisses were a lot rougher and more possessive. I’m sure my neck would be decorated with hickeys, but I was enjoying it too much to complain.

I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. My soft moans were endless, and goosebump’s formed on my skin. I’d never been kissed like this before. No one had ever made me feel so good. His touch, his kiss, the sparks, everything about his affection was different because we’re mates. He was made to leave me weak at the knees and begging for more.

I felt his hand reach my ass and give me a good squeeze before he lowered me down until I was lying flat on my back, my legs spread apart. He hovered over me with his waist between my thighs, adding to the dark thoughts in my mind.

“W-what are y-you doing?” I stammered. He smirked at my reaction, and his hand slowly moved up my thigh.

To my delight, he bent down and left a trail of soft kisses on my inner thighs. I thought this couldn’t get any better, but he proved me wrong when I’d felt his tongue lick up and down my thighs, causing the river to explode in my panties. The scent of my arousal was left lingering in the air, and he paused, flaring his nostrils. A tortured groan escaped his lips, his hands aching to touch my wet skin behind my lace panties.

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