Fate: California Obscura

“I would have loved to see you race,” he said, as he ran his hand down my thigh.

“It was a lot of fun, but I had to give it up after a while. Even though I moved around a lot, I was establishing a reputation in the street racing community and attracting attention. People start asking questions when you still look like you’re twenty, but you’ve been racing for two decades.”

“It’s a shame you had to give it up.”

“Honestly, I would have outgrown it anyway. I was reckless when I was younger. Now I’m content to be a homebody.”

“You don’t miss the excitement?”

I considered that before admitting, “Sometimes. It was definitely a rush.”

“I can imagine.” He grinned at me and said, “You might not love the fact that I’m a criminal, but you know, street racing isn’t exactly legal.”

“No, it’s not. You’re right that our kind don’t fit into mainstream society. Maybe we’re destined to…” My voice trailed off as his fingertips skimmed my butt, making my cock twitch.

He asked, “Are you still sore from earlier?”

“No. You know how fast werewolves heal.”

His grin turned wicked. “That’s good news.”

A heated kiss soon turned into a wild afternoon of passion. We explored each other with our hands and tongues and lips, experimenting to see what brought the most pleasure. Once we were totally worked up, Elias pinned my hands to the mattress and fucked me, his body slamming into mine as I wrapped my legs around him. He was wild and uninhibited and so sexy, and when he growled, “You’re mine,” I moaned with pleasure.

“Say it,” he said. “Let me hear the words.”

I didn’t even hesitate. “I’m yours.” Saying it out loud was a rush. It was also the truth.

When he came in me, every thrust felt like he was staking a claim. And once he finished, he settled between my thighs and sucked my cock, edging me until I begged for release. When he finally let me come, I nearly blacked out as I yelled and writhed and shot down his throat.

Afterwards, we wrapped ourselves around each other, and I tried to catch my breath as my body shuddered with exhaustion. Surprisingly, I didn’t fall asleep right away, but he did. I pulled the blanket up to his shoulders and watched him for a while.

This had been the most unexpected day imaginable, and Elias had proven to be the biggest surprise of all. I’d built him up to be a monster over the years, maybe to justify the fact that I’d left him, and to try to make myself feel less guilty. Sure, he’d been cold and domineering, but I should have given him some time. I’d made a huge mistake when I left, one that couldn’t be changed, but I could do better moving forward.

We still had a lot to learn about each other, and there’d probably be some challenges down the road as we tried to fit our lives together. But I knew now, beyond a doubt, that I wanted this. I wanted him.

I’d been so afraid of all I’d lose if I gave in to our bond, including my freedom. But now I realized accepting my fate would bring me far more than I’d ever imagined.

The room was cold and dark when a loud noise pulled us both from a deep sleep a few hours later. I mumbled, “What was that?”

Elias sat up in bed, tense and alert, and told me, “That was Carter’s perimeter alarm, the one set at sea level.”

“Does that mean someone’s coming for us?”

He turned on the light, and we both tumbled out of bed as he said, “I don’t know for sure. A boat might randomly be headed directly toward the island, but who’d be out in this storm? Get dressed. We need to be ready to move, in case this isn’t a false alarm.”

We both pulled on our clothes as quickly as we could. Maybe a minute later, another sharp buzzing sound rang out. “That’s the next perimeter alarm,” he said. “They’re moving fast, because those checkpoints are a mile apart.”

My heart was racing as we dashed out of the bedroom and down the hall. He ducked into the study and grabbed the satellite phone off its changer. Then he took two things from a desk drawer. I couldn’t tell what the smaller object was, but the other was a gun, which he stuck in the back of his waistband.

When we got downstairs, I threw on my coat, and we ran out the front door as a third alarm sounded. As we sprinted to the boathouse through the wind and pouring rain, I yelled, “How far from the island was that first perimeter checkpoint?”

“Five miles.”

“At this rate they’ll be here in two minutes!”

“They still have to get through Carter’s wards, but I have a bad feeling about this.”