Fated Ties: A Werewolf Paranormal Romance Novel (The Twisted Destiny Saga Book 3) (12 page)

CHAPTER 17

“After you, princess,” Luca said, ushering her inside his bedchamber. He shut the door behind him and she glanced around the room.

In a flash of vampire speed he stood before her. “I have wanted you for a very long time.”

“I know,” she breathed, smiling up at him.

He reached for the zipper on her leather jacket. She forced herself not to flinch, or react negatively to his touch. She let him draw it down. He pushed it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor at her feet.

He ran his hands up and down her arms and then slid his fingers underneath her tank top. She feigned a moan at his touch.
Oh God. Kill me now. I hope Nathanial gets here soon, so I don’t have to keep this up for long.

“Mmm…you like me touching you, don’t you?”

Cora cringed at his words. She forced herself to say, “Yes. More, Luca.”

I am here
, a voice spoke in her head.
Brace yourself. This may hurt a little, but you must not cry out.

Okay
, she responded.

She gripped Luca’s leather jacket and jerked him towards her, forcing his mouth to hers in an aggressive kiss. He responded instantly, thrusting his tongue into her waiting mouth as his hands gripped the back of her head roughly, pulling her closer.

As they kissed, she felt what Nathanial had just warned her about. A searing pain ripped through her entire body. She grunted, trying to hide her agony in the intensity of Luca’s kiss. She cried out a couple of times and Luca ground his dick against her, obviously assuming her cries were cries of excitement.
Phew
.

As she felt his hands on her hips, lifting her off the floor and carrying her to the bed, everything disappeared.

“Shit,” she breathed, as she found herself suddenly in his bathroom. “What the—?”

Nathanial leaned against the wall opposite her, looking through the crack in the door.

He pressed his finger to his lips, gesturing for her to be silent.

She nodded and followed his line of sight through the door. She swallowed down a gasp at what she saw. There Luca was, making love on his bed with…
her
.

How is this possible, Nathanial?

Nathanial eyed her.
It is an illusion. I created a shadow version of you. I had to tap into your essence to do so, hence the pain.

Wow, can you teach me how to do that?

He smiled.
Once your power returns, I will teach you whatever you wish.

Cora watched him concentrate on what was happening through the door. She cringed as she followed his line of sight and saw her shadow self now lying beneath Luca in only her lacy, white panties and bra.

“Mmm…I like these,” Luca said.

Cora watched in horror as he slipped his hand into her shadow self’s panties and started to work his fingers over her pussy. Her shadow self bucked against him, moaning in pleasure.

Can you not…watch this?

I apologize, but I must.

You can see me…my shadow self…half-naked and writhing beneath your son. I don’t want you to see me this way. It’s…unsettling.

Nathanial chuckled in her head.
Rest assured, I am not focusing on her body. Although, Ryan is clearly a lucky man.
He winked at her.

Don’t flirt with me. It’s…weird.

He chuckled again.
I am watching for his bite.

Why?

Back in the Dark Realm, Oriana poisoned Ryan.

What?

I treated him with the antidote. He is fine. But I kept some of the poison. It was infused with sunlight. I have imbued your shadow self with it. As soon as Luca draws blood, he will become infected. He will believe he has drained the real you and possesses your power. He will return to Oriana and she will use it to try to destroy the Dark Realm. By the time she realizes that she possesses contaminated blood, it will be too late. She will fail and perish at the hands of her own magic.

Before Cora could respond, a thunderous roar filled the room, startling them both.

A moment later she saw Ryan storm into the room and run at Luca.

Her gaze snapped to Nathanial’s and she watched him shake his head with disbelief. He let out a frustrated growl. And then he burst into the bedroom.

“I will kill you! You think you can force my wife to fuck you?” Ryan thundered as he ripped Luca off Cora’s shadow self.

“She was more than willing,” Luca snarled. “She’s fucking wet for me right now, panting, and moaning my name. She wants me. She’s grown tired of the rough touch of a wolf, Ryan!”

Ryan growled a ferocious growl that shook the very room. He hauled Luca to his feet by his neck and slammed him against the wall. “I have the full strength of Wolf King behind me now. I can rip your fucking head from your body without breaking a goddamn sweat!” he thundered.

“Stop!” Nathanial’s voice boomed through the room.

Ryan froze, shocked by Nathanial’s sudden presence. “What are you doing here? What the hell is going on?”

Nathanial gestured to the woman on the bed. “That is not Cora.”

“What?” Ryan asked, slamming Luca against the wall in a fit of rage. “What are you telling me?”

“Ryan,” Cora called to him, running out of the bathroom.

“What?” Luca rasped in shock. “You were…we were….”

Ryan did a double take, looking between her and the half-naked version of her sprawled out on the bed.

Nathanial waved his hand over her shadow self and she disappeared. “Her shadow self. Do you really think I would allow my son to take your wife? She called me for help. This was setup by Oriana. They want her blood and they can only drain her when she is willing.”

Ryan’s eyes were fixed on Cora’s. He released Luca roughly and strode towards her. “Christ, I thought,” he murmured before taking her in his arms and holding her tightly.

Nathanial lifted Luca from the floor. He held him against the wall with one hand. Luca struggled against him but it was impossible for him to overpower the Vampire King. Nathanial snarled down at him. He swiped his talons across his chest, shredding his shirt open.

Luca’s eyes went wide with terror. “No, father!”

Nathanial ignored him. He thrust his hand into his chest, ripping through his flesh.

Cora cringed as she realized what Nathanial was doing to him—he had his hand around his heart.

“You are no son of mine,” he snarled. “Today you will die for your treachery.” He pulled on his heart to rip it from his chest. “What?” he exclaimed, his eyes narrowing with confusion. He pulled again but nothing happened. His heart didn’t budge.

Luca choked out a laugh. “She protected me.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Ryan demanded, approaching them.

Nathanial ripped his hand from Luca’s chest and shook it out. Blood trickled onto the carpet. “It means I can’t rip his heart out, or stake him. She’s protected his heart.” He let out a frustrated roar and began pacing up and down in front of Luca as he tried to think of a solution.

And then he grasped Luca’s shoulders and dragged him to the window. He thrust his fist through the window pane, the power behind his punch shattering the protective glass. “She forgot about the sunlight.”

“No!” Luca screamed. “It is a painful death, father! Please, have mercy!”

“You do not deserve mercy!”

Nathanial waved his hand over him. Instantly, he was pulled up straight, his arms raised above his head, suspended in a field of magic. “You will watch the sun rise. And then you shall meet your death.”

“I…I can’t move! Release me! I am your son!”

“I disown you and strip you of your title of Vampire Prince and all the gifts it grants you. Your power, your strength.”

And with that he stormed out of the bedroom.

“Let’s go,” Ryan said, holding his hand out for Cora.

She took it and they followed Nathanial down the corridor. They watched him suddenly stop short. He turned to them and said, “She is here. Marella. I can feel her in the human realm.”

“Go to her,” Ryan told him.

He hesitated.

“I need to speak with my wife. We’ll be along shortly. Go, Nathanial.”

Nathanial nodded. And then he teleported out of the vampire mansion.

As Ryan and Cora walked through the gates, Cora said, “It’s strange seeing this place abandoned.”

“After you stormed in here when I was being held captive, all the vamps got the message. They won’t come back after witnessing the wrath of your power.”

Before Cora could respond, Ryan suddenly gripped her arms and slammed her against the gate. His lips met hers. But then he suddenly pulled back, shock on his face.

“You kissed him?” he accused.

“I had to.”

He stepped back and spat on the ground, trying to rid himself of another man’s taste on his wife’s lips. “Oh, fuck,” he exclaimed as he continued to spit. “And I can smell him all over you.”

“I’m sorry. You kissed me before I could stop you,” she said, reaching for him.

He jerked away from her touch. “Stop,” he told her. “Shit, Cora.”

“You think I wanted this to happen?”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes boring into hers heatedly. “Yeah, I think a part of you did.”

“How dare you?”

“How dare I? Josh told me how you’ve been jumpy around men, that you won’t let anyone touch you because of what happened with that fucked-up faerie. Yet, here you were
kissing
Luca and letting him run his hands all over you. I can fucking smell it, Cora!”

“I had to, Ryan! I had to make him think that I was on board. You can ask Nathanial.”

“I am asking my
wife!
” he said, gripping her arms again and pushing her roughly into the gate behind her. “Did you want him? Did. You. Want. To. Fuck. Him?” he asked, punctuating each word with a low, threatening growl.

“You mean, like you wanted to fuck that wolf girl. Jada, was it?” She watched him flinch at her words. The surprise in his eyes was obvious. He was caught off guard that she knew.

“That’s different. Purely a physical wolf thing, Cora.
This
is about Luca. There’s history there. You’re betrothed to him.” His eyes flashed then and he leaned into her and growled, “Did you want his mouth on you? His fingers fucking you? Were you wet with anticipation? Panting like a bitch in heat for him to make you come? Were you gonna beg him to thrust his fucking limp cock inside you? Were you dying to find out if he compared to
me,
to what
I
can give you? Did you like another man touching what’s
mine
? Did you enjoy being his whore, darlin’?”

Cora thrust her hands into his chest, shoving him back. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Stop!”

“You wanted him to fuck you, didn’t you? Didn’t you?” Ryan thundered.

She slapped him hard across the face and he grunted as his head snapped to the side. “You’re such an asshole! I hate you! I don’t want him, Ryan! It’s just the betrothal bond. I can’t help that and you know it. If I’d wanted him, I would’ve fucked him, rather than you, in the first place! And I wouldn’t have called Nathanial here to help me tonight, you asshole!”

Ryan’s eyes were on fire and they bored into hers. He growled low in his throat as he stalked back to her. His hands fisted in her hair and his lips crashed against hers, taking her in a brutal, uncompromising kiss.

“What are you doing?” she choked out, pulling her mouth from his.

“Taking back what’s mine.”

He rocked his hips against her and she sucked in a breath as she felt his hard length between her legs. His fingers slipped into the waistband of her leather pants and he tugged hard, forcing them down to her ankles in one sudden motion. She gasped as his thumb rubbed her slit through the thin material of her already damp panties.

“This had better be for me,” he growled, before ripping them from her body aggressively.

“You’re a bastard.”

He dropped to his knees in front of her. Without any warning, his tongue flicked her clit. She moaned out, unable to deny the pleasure he was bringing her. He smiled and then licked the entire length of her slowly, the intense pressure causing her to writhe against him.

“Yeah, a bastard who’s gonna make you come so fucking hard that you won’t be able to stand up,” he told her.

He thrust his tongue deep inside her and she grasped the gate behind her, holding onto it for dear life. He spread her arousal all over her, tracing circles around her clit. The cool breeze on her exposed pussy and the conflicting heat of his tongue was sensational. She could feel her release building already.

“Ryan!” she cried.

“Tell me,” he demanded, suddenly stopping and causing her to whimper at the awful loss of his talented mouth.

“What?”