TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: The First Twist

Sammie

I awoke to feel oddly refreshed and energized. Even my wound was now completely healed. I also changed out of my bloodied attire and was currently wearing one of Jareth’s button-down shirts.

Damn, I guess there are some perks to being a vampire. Gotta love that super-fast healing.

Nice.

I carefully set myself upwards, resting my back against the pillows that lined the mahogany headboard, trying not to disturb Jareth’s peaceful sleeping form. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out. I guess Jareth was right after all about my needing rest.

I glanced over to the shirtless Adonis lying next to me on his side, still cradling my hand in his. I didn’t even feel him climb into bed with me, but then again, he’s probably got some stealthy vampire abilities making it especially easy to sneak up on people.

Now that I think about it him being a vampire ultimately makes sense. I mean, he’s uber pale, his skin feels colder than most, he’s broody and mysterious. Also, his mannerisms are like someone from an older era, and the kicker ... he’s super fucking hot. Reasonably sure, hotness is a prerequisite for being a vampire, in my opinion.

Damn, how could I not know this man wasn’t human?

I giggled and shook my head at my obliviousness, which caused Jareth to stir. His brilliant cobalt eyes stared back at me as a boyish grin adorned his face.

“You’re still alive.”

It was a declaration rather than a question, one that seemed to bring about a serenity throughout Jareth’s chiseled features. I knew he loved me. I even understood why he chose to decide to change me. But the man was still going to have to make it up to me. I was not going to be the pushover in this relationship.

“I am. “A slight smile escaped my lips. “And I am eternally grateful towards you for saving my life. But, mister man, you promised me answers. So, before you try and sway me with that sexy ass smile of yours, spill Jareth. Who is trying to kill me? How long has everybody known about my supposed assassin, and why was I targeted?”

Jareth quickly sat up and held onto my hand as his features took on a dark aspect. I actually managed to sit in silence as Jareth recanted the sordid details of my plight. I couldn’t believe that Dasha, of all people, had tried to kill me. To top it off, she was also a witch - a corrupt one at that. I was shocked deep down to my core, but a part of me almost expected that it was her. I mean, the way she behaved towards me at the end of our so-called friendship explains a LOT. She wanted me dead.

Guess I didn’t know her as much as I thought I did after all.

Once Jareth answered the nagging question of who the big baddie in my life was, he informed me that if I had any questions about who he, well, we now were, then he would be glad to enlighten me. I smiled and thanked him before stretching and catching a brief whiff of the pungent aroma of blood and grime that permeated my skin. I scrunched my nose, grimacing at my lack of hygiene, and realized that I was in dire need of a shower.

This was literally a code red, people.

The fact that he wasn’t running for the hills over my foul stench screamed volumes.

I gave a shy smile and let Jareth know my intentions, and he kindly acquiesced to my request for a pause in our discussion. Swiftly grabbing one of his button-down shirts and a towel, he gently took my hand and led me to the elegant en-suite bathroom adjoining his bedroom. Once He showed me how to use the shower’s fixtures, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead then left me to my own devices. I stripped out of what I had been wearing and put the soiled clothing in the tan hamper placed near the corner of the room by the doorway, then turned to see my naked reflection in the vanity mirror. A gasp escaped my lips at my appearance. There was dried caked on flecks of blood affixed to my torso, and my hair looked like a family of birds had decided to nest in it. There were no signs of any injuries other than the two tiny puncture wounds on my neck above my clavicle despite everything. Slowly I traced my fingers on the two small hollows. It was weird. Despite being a bit pink around the edges, there was no soreness; there was almost a pleasurable sensation when I touched them.

Breaking myself out of my trance, I hopped in the massive shower. I proceeded to wash away the dirty remnants of the horrible events that occurred, silently weeping for the loss of Sammie Hunter, the human girl that died on her 25th birthday.

Once I finished my shower and towel-dried my hair, I slipped on Jareth’s shirt and made my way back into the bedroom, where my sexy vampire was waiting for me with two more blood pouches. I crawled onto his bed and sat next to him, consuming my Capri-Bloods, while Jareth addressed the fanged elephant in the room.

I learned a great deal about vampires from Jareth. Apparently, many, many myths were created to mask their existence amongst humans throughout history. We were so easy to believe in the falsities that we literally had no clue that they lived among us the whole time—people such as Bram Stoker. Anne Rice, Stephenie Meyer, LJ Smith, Charlaine Harris, and even Marilyn Manson were vampires hiding in plain sight. They created unbelievable, yet completely false, representations of their kind. All these smoke screens, just to make it seem like the likelihood of vampires and witches’ existence were not real. Of course, the closest of all truths out there was Anne Rice’s book, The Vampire Lestat. But who would have genuinely thought she was blatantly spilling the proverbial beans to the entire world?

Even still, it was so unfounded to humankind that there was truth behind her words. Instead, her book was merely regarded as a romanticized story made into a movie, which ended up having a kick-ass soundtrack.

Go figure.

Also, in case you’re wondering, all those people seem to age because they either use great makeup or they are using human counterparts to represent them.

Fact.

Surprisingly, vampires don’t, in fact, have an issue with the sun. I mean, granted, they aren’t the poster child for suntan lotion, but it won’t kill us. Garlic, crosses, and holy water also does absolutely nothing to them. Oh, and mirrors, obviously a big misconception. I mean, clearly, how else would they be able to look as attractive as they do without one? Just saying.

Vampires also don’t need to eat regular food but can if they want to for its novelty. Vampires can compel others that are weak in nature, and finally, they do not need to be invited into someone’s house. Trust me; I was wholly shocked by all the information I just found out.

Vampires and Witches are real; what’s next, werewolves?

As if.

Am I right?

After my brain overload, only one mystery remained ... why?

Jareth swore he didn’t have any knowledge as to what Dasha’s motivation was because he only became aware of her evil scheme after the fact. According to Jareth, I had met Maleyna once and commissioned her to conduct a spell that altered my own timeline.

Facepalm here for my stupidity, please. Sigh.

Maleyna enlightened Jareth that she could not divulge the reasons why I made such a life-altering decision. Her explanation is that she was bound by covenant rules never to betray her sisterhood. I could only assume that my circumstances must have been so grave that I was left with no other options. I just wished I knew what drove me to be so rash. A whirlwind of emotions clamored around inside me, and in the middle of it all, was Jareth. He was the calming eye in the center of my torrential emotional hurricane. He made me feel at peace with my past actions. I know he wasn’t as perfect as I thought him to be, but who is? And I was ok with it.

Once Jareth was finished speaking, I sensed his unease. He just sat still, guardedly observing me, waiting for my reaction.

I gazed into his soulful eyes and understood that I loved this man with all that I was despite everything.

I also knew that he felt the same adoration towards me. I mean, really, how could I possibly remain upset with someone who cherished me enough to go up against some fucked up curse ... am I right?

Without a word, I placed my hands gently on Jareth’s pallid cheeks and kissed his soft lips slow and tenderly. Our kisses became fuller as Jareth’s hand clenched my hair.

Our tongues intertwined, unleashing an unbridled yearning that awakened in both of us.

Jareth pulled his face away and stared at me longingly as if seeking my acquiescence to give in to the passion that had been intensifying finally. I curled the corners of my lips seductively as I nodded.

That was all it took.

In an instant, I was flipped onto my back with Jareth straddling my thighs. Buttons went flying off of his cotton shirt that I had been wearing as he tore it open, revealing my naked form for him to marvel at. His deep blue eyes roamed my unclothed physique as he slowly drank me in.

“My God, Samantha, you are the most breathtaking creature I have ever seen.”

He raised himself from me and stood up at the foot of the bed, removing his trousers and allowing me the pleasure of admiring his entirety.

Holy shit, the man was well endowed, to say the least, and pretty sure he’s only at half-mast!

Pardon me while I wipe the drool from my mouth ...

Jareth’s entire body was a work of art. The man looked like he had been photoshopped; he was so damn magnificent. His pale skin was so flawless. I surmised that he either manscaped or vampires literally have perfectly groomed hair.

No lie.

My roving eyes took inventory of his broad shoulders, taut muscles, and those six-pack abs. The only hair on his solid chest was his light treasure trail. It commenced just below his belly button on down below the sexy v around his pelvis. Even his long thick shaft was magnificent.

I’m relatively sure my lust for him was written all over my face.

I slowly slid myself back against the bed’s headboard and propped myself up on my elbows, with my knees bent towards my chest. I was utterly gawking at him. He angled his head, motioning to my impassable thighs, as a wicked grin spread across his lips.

“Open,” he growled.

I complied, exhibiting my submission as my legs opened up for him, exposing my sex. Jareth crawled onto the bed slowly, like a panther stalking its prey, holding my eyes the entire time. He rested his broad shoulders between my quivering thighs, positioning his face just above the entrance to my lady bits. His cobalt blue eyes darkened to a near black when he spoke.

“I’m going to taste every mouthwatering inch of you and make you scream my name when you cum for me, Samantha.”

My face blushed.

I knew this man meant what he said. I felt my insides begin to tingle as wetness began to form inside my yearning nether regions.

Smoothly, Jareth propped himself on his elbows. He placed his strong hands beneath me, clasping my bottom, as he effortlessly lifted me closer towards his mouth and licked his lips. Tenderly, he began to trail slow kisses down my left thigh until he reached the center of my aperture. His tongue gave a scintillating flick of my clit, causing me to let out a breathy moan. He then tilted his head to the other side and proceeded to trace kisses along my right thigh. His warm tongue was once more making its way down to my now very slick folds. He was tantalizing me with another sinful lick, as his nefarious eyes never left my own. I whimpered for him to continue. But he incessantly kept teasing me as his tongue purveyed my inner thighs, never quite allowing me the climax I was begging for. His tormenting was literally driving me up the walls, making my body quake with unremitting expectation. Finally, as if he had decided that I had been teased enough, Jareth swiftly elevated my lower body a little higher and wrapped my legs onto his solid shoulders, encircling his neck. He placed his entire mouth at my entrance dominating me. He commenced licking and sucking me with such intense hunger sending electrifying tremors right through me. His tongue drew circles licking and flicking my clit, as his hand kneaded my buttocks, enrapturing me to the brink of my first climactic eruption.

My head fell back onto the pillows as I closed my eyes. I tightly gripped the bedsheets wriggling and growling in ecstasy.

Just as I was at the precipice of bursting, Jareth’s magical tongue began to thrust in and out of my entrance, slightly stroking my g-spot at every plunge, sending my quivering body into a frenzy of epic proportions. My orgasm poured onto his tongue as he gripped my bottom firmly and started to lap up the clear nectar surging from within me.

Holy Shit! That was fucking unbelievable!

Panting from my powerful release, I dreamily opened my eyes to see Jareth observing me with a dark voracious gaze.

“I’m not done with you yet, love.” he asserted, as his hands made their way slowly up my body, resting on my breasts. He leaned forward and began massaging one whilst suckling on the other. His tongue encircled my perked-up nipples, squeezing and nibbling each of them hard enough to send the most exquisite jolt of pain throughout my body. I rubbed his rigid member near my belly button and shivered with anticipation.

“Tell me what you want, Samantha.” He bade as his hand made its way towards my drenched folds.

He inserted two of his slender fingers inside me and began slowly pumping them in and out as his thumb massaged my sensitive nub towards another blissful eruption.

“Tell me, Samantha...” he breathily prodded; all the while, his fingers continued playing with my nether regions like a titillating fiddle.

“You, Jareth. I need to feel all of you inside me now ... please,” I breathlessly implored.

My insane yearning was begging to be satiated by him, and I felt this enigmatic man would fulfill my every want.