TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: The First Twist

Sammie

When Jareth returned from his last business trip, I didn’t even wait for him to settle in. Like a starving child, I jumped into his strong arms, breathing in his heavenly scent of citrus and pine, and claimed his sensual lips as my own. With my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, Jareth balanced me with one arm under my bottom and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear with the other. Once I finally allowed him to come up for air, he let out an adorable chuckle at my enthusiasm to be in his arms.

Not that he actually needs air, mind you ... but you get it.

What can I say? I don’t know if it’s this whole vampire mojo thing or just my love for Jareth, but I totally miss him when he’s gone for extended days. I get lonely and extremely horny without his presence. He’s like a titillating drug, and I’m the addict. After a few peppered kisses all along his jawline, Jareth set me down, allowing some space between us.

“Well, well, my cheeky little monkey,” he spoke as he clasped his slender fingers between mine, leading us into the sitting room. “Did you enjoy your time spent with Shay and Astrid this weekend?”

I gently pushed him down onto the chaise lounge and straddled his lap.

“We had so much fun! You have no idea how much I missed just hanging out with them and being able just to let loose, ya know?”

Jareth arched an eyebrow, and his irises darkened a little. “I heard you went to a nightclub... just how much did you let lose my sweet little Samantha? If my memory serves, you and your cohorts tend to attract quite a bit of attention from the male constituents that frequent such places. Please tell me I don’t have to worry about prospective suitors in the near future, do I?”

He tried to pretend that his remark was all in jest but fairly sure the stoic Jareth was jealous.

Ha Ha ... I love it.

I cupped his jaw between my hands and presented him with a long sultry kiss.

I could tell he was becoming aroused as his bulge grew harder beneath my core. I let out a slight moan as I began slowly grinding him. All the while, my hands removed his suit coat and shirt, revealing his muscular bare chest for me to fondle. My sex was becoming wet, dampening the thin cotton covering it. Jareth sensed what my body was demanding and lifted my yellow sundress over my head and arms, exposing my bare bosom. He licked his lips and immediately placed his mouth over my left perked nipple. Tenderly he began suckling my breasts. His other hand trailed down between us and ripped the white lace thong I had been wearing. He then inserted one of his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck Samantha ... you’re so wet for me, love.” He let out a slow growl as his warm tongue slowly traced my neck down to my collarbone.

Jareth then inserted another long finger inside me and began pumping in and out while circling my hardening nub with his thumb. I rocked my pelvis, relishing in the sensations Jareth was providing me. I was so close to release when just like the devil he is, he held my eyes captive and withdrew his fingers. He then began to suck each one that was glistening with my fluids slowly.

“Mmm Samantha ...” he groaned, “you taste utterly mouthwatering.”

He was such a tease. I quickly removed his belt and undid his pants and boxers, pushing them down enough so that I had a full view of his hardened shaft. Never removing my eyes from his, I lifted myself from his lap. I adjusted myself in order to provide enough room for me to position his tip directly at my opening. With a sly grin, I then slowly slid down, feeling his thick length penetrate me. I gasped in pleasure as I began to grind on him breathlessly.

I leaned forward and began kissing him, then suckling his neck. All the while, he unrelentingly nipped and tended to my beaded breasts as he massaged the nub between my slick folds. Instantly I felt a sharp pierce above my nipple as his fangs punctured my supple flesh. The stinging sensation of his bite, and my warm blood trickling along my skin, sent me into overdrive as the thrilling tremors shook me to my core. My own eyes transformed, and my incisors extended while I allowed the predatory within me to claim Jareth’s neck in return. Tasting his sweet blood pumping into my wanting mouth, I let out a satiated moan. I lapped up what I had taken and licked my lips seductively.

Fuck, this never gets old!

After my fourth intense orgasm, Jareth released his hot fluid inside me as my walls contracted around him tightly, draining him off every delicious drop. Breathing heavily, I leaned my forehead against his, allowing my pink tresses to encircle his content visage.

“I love you, Samantha.” He cooed tenderly as he peppered kisses along my face and neck.

“I love you to Jareth,” I whispered in response. I then placed my weary head on his shoulder while his strong arms held me close. I let my eyelids flutter shut in a state of utter and complete bliss.

When I woke up from my nap, I heard Jareth pacing in the library across the hall on the phone. By the tone of his voice, I could tell it was the council on the other end, and whatever was being said, he didn’t seem incredibly happy. I decided not to pry and made my way upstairs to our bedroom for a quick shower. I had fallen asleep immediately after our lovemaking, and my body was still covered in the sweet dew of sweat and sex. I noticed my reflection in the mirror and spotted a bit of dried blood caked below my breast. Jareth’s puncture wounds healed quickly; there was barely even a trace of where he staked his claim on me earlier. I giggled to myself. Something about the possessiveness of marking each other was just so intoxicating to me.

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After Jareth disconnected from his call with the council, he went over to the cocobolo bar set next to his office’s wall-covered bookshelf. He opened the crystal decanter and poured himself two fingers of his favorite guilty pleasure, 30-year-old Macallan Scotch. He savored its sweet, heavy flavor as it slowly burned its way down his throat. His brow furrowed while trying to contrive the best way to explain to Sammie that he needed to leave town again for a few days. Jareth knew she’d accept his imminent departure. She would do so, trying her hardest not to make him feel guilty. But that still didn’t excuse the fact that he was well aware that she missed him greatly, perhaps even as much as he did her. Ever since the council caught on that Jareth sired a fledgling without proper approval, which of course such liberties were frowned upon, they made it a point of sending Jareth on all sorts of undertakings at their bequest. He gladly accepted his punishment, despite being treated as if he held no standing amongst his fellow council members. He just wished they didn’t take such advantage of his good graces as often as they had been as of late. He sighed and took another drink from his glass, reasoning that this, too, would pass.

A gentle breeze blew in through the tall Romanesque window, which was slightly ajar, and Jareth could smell the faintest hint of strawberries.

Samantha ...

He smiled to himself, recognizing her alluring scent. He stood staring out into the night scenery as she lovingly wrapped her slender arms around his waist and nuzzled herself against his back. Jareth smiled at his lover’s affectionate greeting. No one had come close to the peace he felt with her in all his time on earth. She calmed the demon that stirred within him, and Jareth understood that by being with Samantha, he had finally attained the one thing he never believed he deserved ... happiness. She was his Beloved. There was no question in his heart. She was his chosen, and he was hers. Their bloodletting ritual while making love only solidified it. They were bound together for eternity. They were soul mates.

Jareth concluded at that moment that he felt such a fool for not conceiving it earlier on. He didn’t necessarily have to leave Samantha for every trip he was tasked to. Some assignments, such as his next destination, were deemed as purely amicable business transactions. They were without the threat of danger. There was no reason why she couldn’t join him.

Quickly, he turned to face the doe-eyed beauty before him and scooped her up with one arm smiling from ear to ear.

“Jareth!” Samantha giggled. “What are you doing ... put me down!”

Jareth shook his head and gave her a simple peck on her nose before speaking. “I’m afraid I cannot love. I’m taking you upstairs, where I plan on having my way with you. Then, you and I will pack our bags. After which, I plan on conquering you again until we have to depart tomorrow morning. I was endowed another charge by the council, and this time I’m bringing you with me.”

Sammie’s bright green eyes widened at Jareth’s statement as she began placing small kisses along his face with enthusiasm.

“Really, Jareth?” She inquired jubilantly. “Thank you for doing this. You have no idea how excited I am to be joining you this time. Oh my God, I’m so jazzed! I can’t wait to tell the girls!” She squealed like an excited fangirl.

Just as she attempted to wriggle free from Jareth’s embrace, he downed the remaining contents of his glass, set it on his bureau, and tossed Sammie over his shoulder.

“Such a brazen little thing, aren’t you, Samantha.” He teased as he effortlessly bound up the long staircase two at a time. “I seem to recall telling you that I was taking you upstairs to ravish you. If you behave, my little minx, I may just allow you enough energy to phone your friends while we are packing, but for now ... you are MINE!”

He gave Sammie a roguish slap on her exposed rear end, eliciting a moan from her sumptuous lips. Once they were both inside their bedroom, Jareth set a blushing Sammie on her feet.

He ripped his jacket and shirt off in one fluid motion as his eyes blackened with lust.

“Now ...” he commanded with a sultry growl, “Strip.”