Fate's Wish (4 page)

He drove in and out of her in harsh, quick thrusts. He curled his hands on her hips as he sucked and bit a trail from her jaw, down her neck, and to her shoulder. The scent of sex permeated around them while the sound of skin slapping skin filled the air. She moaned and dug her nails deeper. He rolled his hips, and his cock hit a new spot inside her.

“Fuck. You feel fucking awesome.” He groaned the words between licks of her neck and bites of her nipples. He rolled his hips again, and pressure tightened in her womb.

She pulled on his head and met his lips in a hasty, hungry kiss. He dipped one of his hands between her thighs and flicked a thumb over her swollen clit. In seconds, her orgasm raised her to the outer realms of reality.

“Oh, gods!”

His frenzied thrusts increased until bliss invaded every cell in her body. He groaned, stiffened, and tightened his hold on her hips as he ground his cock so deep he hit the neck of her womb. Warm jets of semen filled her. She wound her arms around his neck and held his head by her chest. He fluttered his lips over her breasts and caressed her spine. Panting, they both tried to catch their breath in the aftermath of their quick coupling.

There was no guilt or shame for Shar. From the moment she’d laid eyes on him, she’d always loved and wanted Zahir.

He was still deep inside her when he lifted his head to look into her eyes. The full black always turned her on. She’d always known he was different, but then again so was she. But she didn’t know what he was anymore.

“A demon.”

The quiet words slammed through her as she stared at him. Her guesses had never placed him on that side. She’d thought of other supernaturals, but demons were known for their powers and lack of control. They were rated by levels. She gulped.

“There is no level for one like me.”

What on earth should she say to that? Congratulations? I’m sorry? How come you don’t have a tail?

His lips twitched.

“Are you reading my mind?”

His smile dimmed. “I’m not trying to. You project your thoughts, and it’s easy for me to pick them up. Stop thinking so loud.”

Frowning, she pressed. “
Can
you read my mind?”

He stared at her for a moment. The black in his eyes gave way to a dark chocolate brown. “Yes, I can.”

He stepped away from her. She fought the urge to hurl herself back in his arms. The loss of body heat and his being inside her made her heart ache.

Power sizzled through her. She motioned her torn clothing toward her. The garments lifted off the ground and flew right into her hands. She smiled in delight. Concerned over how much power she might have, she whispered a small spell and watched the fabric mend itself to its original state. Her thoughts turned to do the same to his torn clothing. Within minutes they were both fully dressed.

He gave her a strange look. “I guess sex might be the answer to your problem after all.”

She gaped at him. How did he know that?

He shrugged. “I heard Luthian tell you.”

Chapter Six

No longer fascinated by his mind-reading abilities, she frowned. “Stop doing that. It’s damn annoying. And for the record, I do not agree with that being the answer to my problem. I’ve had enough sex to know it is not the cure to everything.” She’d rather cut off her tongue than admit to him he was right.

In two quick steps he was in front of her, his eyes blazing red. “Who have you been sleeping with? That pathetic piece of shit neighbor of yours?”

“Who?” What the hell was he talking about? Ah, yes. Sid. “Who I have or don’t have sex with is none of your business. You left me, remember?” She lowered her voice and licked her lips. “That means I do what I want, with whoever I want, whenever and wherever I want.” Energy crackled in the air around them. “What do you care anyway? You don’t want me. I’m sure I can find someone else that does.”

The lights flickered. One moment she was staring him down and the next she was up against the wall, high in the air. She glanced down to see him raking his gaze over her body. Her clothes tore off once again until she was fully naked high on the wall. His head cocked and her arms lifted above her head. There was no moving them. It was as though they were being held down by a vice. Self-conscious, she crossed her legs at her ankles, but it was useless. Invisible hands spread her thighs open. Zahir stood in the middle of the room watching her.

“Get me down from here. You made your point, you’re powerful. Big fucking deal.” There was no stopping the thrill of arousal that shot through her as she watched him step closer.

“That’s not my point.”

“Oh?” She tried to sound haughty, but her breathless pant didn’t help.

His head was level with her cunt. Moisture dripped from her exposed slit. He fondled her pussy, and she squirmed.

“My power is not in question. It’s who you belong to that is, and that’s me.”

There was no way she’d admit to that. “Keep dreaming. Good sex does not make me yours.” She groaned as he dipped his finger into her pussy and curled it inside. He danced his tongue over her clit, making her desperate for more.

“It’s not just good sex, baby. It’s the best sex you’ll ever have.”

“Oh, goddess.” She bit her lip and peered down at him. He licked at her pussy lips, completely ignoring her clit.

A frustrated moan slipped out. He twirled his finger inside her pussy, slid it out, and thrust it back in. The pace was excruciating in its slowness. A whimper broke free, and she wiggled her hips on his finger. He pulled out completely.

“For fuck’s sake, don’t tease!”

His gaze latched on hers, and his deep rumble only served to enflame her lust. “Who do you belong to?”

She let out another harsh pant. “Myself.”

Between her thighs, his breath caressed her swollen sex. “Wrong. Try again and I’ll make you come.”

Her brain turned fuzzy. Would it be so wrong to tell him she belonged to him? Yes! He left her, not the other way around. There was no claiming her for his own after he’d done that.

“I belong to no one.”

His tongue flicked once over her clit. The move was enough to tempt, but not enough to make the raging desire inside topple over.

His dark head lifted until his eyes found hers. Possession and ownership were clear in his gaze. Her nipples tightened into painful nubs. A burst of warm wind caressed her body as if ten pairs of hands were suddenly caressing her.

“You’re mine. Admit it.” His gravelly voice made her pussy clench.

“Please.” The invisible hands groped and pinched her nipples, squeezed her breasts, and slid over her body. She couldn’t concentrate on the conversation.

“Admit it.” He hovered his lips over her clit once again. A puff of warm air was enough to drive her to insanity.

She groaned in frustration. “No.”

Soon, invisible mouths joined in. They licked at her neck, nipples, and wrists. The overwhelming sensation drove her arousal to peak. All she needed was one good flick on her clit and she’d go over.

“Yes, admit you’re mine.” Again, he licked at her pussy lips and ignored her desperate clit.

Half-crazed with lust, she’d lost all train of thought. “Oh, gods.”

“Say it!” He blew soft air over her dripping cunt.

“Yes! Goddamn it! I’m yours. Now make me come before I lose my fucking mind.”

He latched his lips on to her clit and flicked his tongue mercilessly over the ultrasensitive nub. Her orgasm tore through her. Grateful for the solid hold over her body, she screamed when pleasure exploded inside her. Lightning flashed all around them, and bursts of energy engulfed them. He continued to suck at her dripping channel while her body shattered repeatedly in blissful surrender. The sweet agony was too much for her body to bear.

Sharmila woke on her bed, alone. She jerked up. She must have blacked out. Zahir had truly owned her at that moment. Unbelievable. She ran a hand through her hair. She’d speak to him after her shower.

* * *

Zahir paced restlessly in the living room. He’d lost control. He’d made her pass out. Not just that, he’d almost demolished the inside of her shop. In his push for dominance, the interior had been wrecked with his powerful winds and seismic activity. The energy inside him was too much for her. He’d known it when he’d married her. The darkness had seeped into her magic until her own energy pulled at him. It had been preferable to stay away from the woman he loved than to put her in harm’s way.

Shar stepped out of her bedroom right when her doorbell rang. She looked at him and shook her head. “I got it.”

She opened the door to her neighbor. The minute the man saw Zahir, his gaze focused on Shar. Something was different about the neighbor. His eyes flickered a deep red. Cold seeped into his pores as the man directed his angry glare toward Shar.

“Sid. I’m sorry but this isn’t a good ti—”

She was thrown across the room in a blur. She slammed against the wall. Her body crumbled down to the floor in a bloody heap.

Chapter Seven

An angry roar tore from deep inside Zahir. His concentration turned fully on the warlock.

The other man stood by the door in black robes. He snapped his fingers, and fire engulfed the apartment. It moved swiftly, creeping toward Shar’s unconscious body.

It took all Zahir’s concentration to focus on the fire and absorb its power. The other man frowned as the flames came to him instead of attacking Shar. He stepped in front of Shar’s body as the flames disappeared with the flick of his wrist.

“So, you can control fire? Let’s see how well you do with my next bit.” On command, every glassy surface in the apartment shattered.

Zahir already knew what the man was up to. He lifted his arms and guided his energy outward. The shift sent all the glass out the door, and if Sid hadn’t moved, he’d have been torn by the sharp pieces.

“I guess I’ll have to up the ante.”

“If you leave now, I’ll let you live.” He was lying, but Sid didn’t need to know that.

A malicious grin slid across Sid’s face. “I’m going nowhere. If I can’t have her, nobody will.”

“She’s never going to be yours. She will always be mine.” And he was always going to belong to her, even if he had to leave to ensure her safety.

Sid whispered a spell and transformed himself into a large two-headed animal—a cross between two giant slugs and a pair of hellhounds. The animal pushed furniture out of his way with its thick, long tail.

One of the large heads tried to bite, but Zahir moved his arms up and pushed power toward the head. The move sent the creature back a few steps. He called on every dark force inside him.

A dark mist surrounded him, and lightning and thunder boomed inside the apartment. The walls gave way, opening one side of the building toward the street. A heavy coat of darkness blacked out even the smallest light from filtering into their private battle.

Once the walls opened, Zahir’s energy pushed the animal back until he fell on his side. A few seconds later, the animal was on his feet again and went straight for Zahir. Both heads dropped large globs of drool.

Zahir’s power careened through him until it gathered in his palms. He lifted both hands and shoved hard at the animal. The push sent it straight through the wall and out to the street. The driving darkness followed them outside.

Focused, he stared at the four massive paws until he pictured them tearing from the heavy body. The animal whined as its paws tore off. Zahir turned to one of the lampposts on the street. He called it to him with his mind. The metal jerked and weaved around the air until it tore off with a loud crack.

Zahir sent the lamppost straight into the animal’s chest. With a loud gagging sound, the animal slumped over.

A soft moan broke through his angry haze. Back in the apartment, he crouched where Shar lay slumped on the floor. Blood dripped from the side of her head.

“Need some help?”

Anahid and Luthian walked through the door. Luthian moved to the street while Anahid looked down at Shar.

“Bring her into the bedroom. It will be best if she’s comfortable when I heal her.”

Zahir lifted her into his arms. She had multiple cuts and bruises all over her arms and face.

Anahid gave him a sympathetic look. “It’s probably best if you’re not here when I do this. It’ll bother you to hear her cry out in pain.”

“No. I’m not leaving her until I know she’s OK.” He never wanted to leave her, but knew that was no longer an option.

“Fine. Just step back and don’t interfere.”

Anahid pulled out a small dropper from her pocket. She dropped some of the liquid in Shar’s mouth. Her face turned colors, and loud agonizing screams tore from her throat. He curled his hands into fists as he watched her endure the painful experience.

She jerked up on the bed, her eyes blank, and she screamed again in pain. The blood stopped flowing, and the cuts began to close. Anahid said a spell to soothe, and Shar dropped back on the bed in slumber.

“She suffered a bad skull fracture, but she’ll be fine in a few days.”

* * *

Shar woke with a massive headache. Everything hurt. She cracked her lids open. Bathed in darkness, her room was in absolute quiet. Her last memory of being thrown across the room played in her head. Sid had been the one after her.

A moan broke from her lips as she moved her arm.

“How are you, darling?”

She turned her face to see her mother walk into the bedroom. Flicking on the bedside lamp, she took a seat by the bed.

“Mom? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Ireland?”

“No. I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I was never going to go to Ireland until the threat toward you was taken care of.”

“It was Sid.” She’d never actually liked him, but he’d been in her house. They had even shared a meal or two in the past. How had she missed that? She’d been a pretty good judge of character in the past.

“Yes, dear.” Her mother patted her hand.