TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (e book reader for pc txt) 📗

protect Sammie, and I would find out who that individual was. Though I did have my suspicions, this little traitor was immensely creative.  I wanted undeniable proof for when I decided to handle them. As for Sammie, she wasn't just thriving; she was doing so as a fucking vampire. This only made her presence an even more significant fucking nuisance. One which I would eventually deal with soon.

Luckily, I feigned illness as a sudden excuse to get the hell out of there before he caught her scent. Even if it were muddled with vampire stink, his wolf would still be able to smell her, and I was in no position to fend off two vampires and an Alpha werewolf. Retreat was my only option. So, before anyone was the wiser, I pretended to be nauseous and woozy. My illness made it, so we had to return to our hotel room for me to lay down. Of course, someone took that as a sign that maybe I could be pregnant and got all protective and shit. I didn't bother correcting his false notion, just to ensure I got him out of the building without drawing any unnecessary attention. What an idiot. As if I'd want to have his mangy pups. The man was one hell of a sexual aficionado, but I'd be damned if I bore his uncivilized spawn in reality.

Goddess no!

The entire time we've been together, he has never worn a condom. Quite sure he was expecting that I'd get knocked up. Too bad, so sad, I took extra precautions to ensure that little misstep would not happen. I was utterly infertile using a particular batch of herbs and birth control pills that I kept well hidden.

Thank Goddess!

Of course, I'd let him dangle from the hook for a few days before I let him down. I'd make sure to express just how stunned I am about not carrying his child; then I'd comfort him by assuring him that we'd just have to keep trying harder in the future. He gets to hold on to the hope that he's going to have a potential heir with me, and I, of course, get to enjoy lots and lots of sex.

A win-win situation, actually.

The man is a master in the sack; what can I say?

Hopefully, we can keep up our little relationship for a while. I do have a fondness for this one, especially considering how many seeds I had to plant in order to ensure that he was mine for the taking.

I would hate to have to disperse of him sooner than later.

But then again ... nothing lasts forever.

Chapter 21

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Sammie's POV  

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 night club ... 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.