Page 43 of Lovers Fate

She flinches like I struck her.

My father warned me, but I didn’t listen. I just have trouble believing the fantasies they’ve been telling me since birth. That fate would bring a woman who is destined to me, and a cycle will begin when we meet. That destiny is written. That we come back when the cycle starts again. That I’m…him. But too much time has passed according to their predictions. High school is over.We should have met in high school, but I’ve never met the girl.I would know. I would have felt it. The psychic read the tarot cards and said she would understand what we were. What we did and why. What we stood for because she’s the reason behind it all.

My brother believes it, but I’m not my brother, yet every year we come back to Stockbridge. To our family’s estate. To the town where it all began, and every year I wait, and for years, I’ve convinced myself that it’s all bullshit. Like shaking an eightball after you ask a question and it gives you different answers with no results.

“Go rehearse,” I demand.

Her shoulders sag in defeat, but I don’t care. I’ve told her what we are. Nothing but two people who occasionally have sex because it is convenient. She knows she’s not the only one. It’s not a secret.

“Is it always going to be like this?” she asks in frustration.

“Like what?” I snap, getting annoyed.

She lifts her head, her eyes pleading for me to fuck her.”Waiting for whomever she is to show up.” Her gaze drops to my mouth. “I’m right here, Draco.”

“I’m aware. I have eyes.”

Her tongue peeks out, licking her bottom lip.”I can be whatever you want, Draco. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Dahlia, you know how this is going to play out. We’ve talked about this before. It’s not her. You know I don’t believe in it.”

But I’m not so sure anymore.

She smiles. “And I end up on my knees, full of you.”

“Is that what you want?”

Anything to shut her up and take the edge off since Athena showed up. One last time.

“You know I’ll take what I can get when it comes to you,” she says softly, placing the palm of her hand on my chest.

“On your knees,” I growl.

She drops to her knees, licking her lips. I close my eyes, imagining blond hair and pouty lips. Dark brown eyes the color of chocolate.

Dahlia pulls my hard cock out. She runs her fingers up and down the Jacobs ladder on the underside of my shaft.

“It’s going to be hard, Dahlia,” I warn, telling her my deepest thoughts.

She knows I mean for me to come. It always is with anyone. There hasn’t ever been just one that can get me off. I think it’s a curse that I need more than one woman at a time. But when it’s over, I feel empty. Unsatisfied. Another body. Another woman I don’t feel a connection to.

“Hmm,” Dahlia moans as she takes me in her mouth. I grip her bright red hair and fuck her mouth hard but feel nothing. I drag her to the makeshift wall while holding the back of her neck and walking with my cock still on her mouth. Her back hits the wood as I shove my cock down her throat and fuck her face. Herhands grip my thighs, but I don’t let up. I fist her hair, pushing her face toward me. Her top lip grazes the short stubble of my pubic hair.

Dahlia likes for me to take her rough. I can fuck her hard in any way I like. She also likes pussy and in some way reminds me of her mother Nyx.

She moans, taking me deep. I’m trying to get into it, but for some reason I can’t, and it’s something I need to fix even if I don’t want her.

The back door opens.

I look up to see a glimpse of long white hair, the color of snow. Vega.

“Can I have some?” she says in a sultry voice, her eyes asking for permission.

“I can make room for one more,” I tell her.

She walks over in her red, over-the-knee boots. Her black dance outfit rides up the lips of her pussy when she walks. She’s dying for me to fuck her because her hand slides between her legs, sliding her fingers underneath. She pulls them out, glistening, before she drops to her knees next to Dahlia.

Dahlia pulls my cock out of her mouth. Vega rubs her arousal over the head. Then licks the tip and starts to fuck me with her mouth. The flat part of her tongue sliding over the barbels on my shaft making me groan.

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