Escaping Destiny

Escaping Destiny

The Fae Chronicles Book
Three

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Copyright © February 17, 2014 by Amelia
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Copyright © February 17, 2014 Amelia
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This book is intended for
mature and adult audiences; if you prefer adorable and sparkly
Fairies and Vampires…look elsewhere. It is the second in the Fae
Chronicles; buy the first one before reading this or you will be so
lost you won’t know which end is up. Fighting Destiny can be found
with reputable book sellers for your convenience. Taunting Destiny
picks up right where the first left off. This book is dark, gritty,
tear jerking, panty soaking, edge of seat grabbing and DARK. It
does contain hot asshole alphas that seduce and wreck
sensibilities. Explicit language is used liberally as is the use of
magic in acts of naughtiness. Author strongly advises buying
batteries, or securing a willing victim to your bed while reading
this book. (Handcuffs are optional.) Side effects are, but are not
limited to: Lip biting, and or chewing, screaming at author, wet
panties, unexplained leaking from the eyes, or other parts of the
body. Some people may experience strange attachment to characters,
and may scream for the next book in the series immediately after
reading. If you experience one or more of these symptom’s, do not
seek a health care professional, thank the author and wait for the
next book in the series. (Stalking author is normal behavior, be
assured she has already started the next in the series.)

Fighting Destiny Book 1

Taunting Destiny Book 2

Destiny has a way of finding you, even if
you’ve been hidden from it. My destiny was chosen for me and
written before I was born. Right after I was born, my parents
signed me away. They signed a contract with a monster whom in
return, stopped harassing our people and freed my brother.

Terrified for my future, they had broken the
contract and I was hidden among Humans in the least likely place I
would be looked for. They created an elaborate illusion so that I
wouldn’t be found, and in doing this, they had resigned themselves
that they would never see me again. They figured that what they had
planned for me was a better future than what had befallen many of
the Horde King’s other toys. Too bad destiny had other ideas. My
parents were only able to hold the illusion together for six short
years before the evil, in the form of my brother Faolán, and the
creature before me, ripped it away. They seemed to be the
galvanizing forces that prompted the journey that shaped me and
eventually brought me to this cavernous hall, kneeling at the feet
of the most feared creature in this world, or the Human one.

Liam, my brother, had been captured,
tortured, and broken by the same man who stood before me now. The
Horde King had done everything in his power to ensure I was his.
Why? What was so important about me that the Horde wanted me so
much?

Children? He had many children, mostly boys
if the whispers about him were correct. Power? It was the most
likely reason, but that only added more questions to why this
beautiful, deadly creature wanted me as his concubine since I held
no power for him to take. Was it to keep my parents under his
thumb? Could be, but why did he need to bring them to heel when he
could so easily kill them as he had my grandfather?

Nothing made sense, and even now, as I knelt
at his feet awaiting my fate, I wanted answers that likely wouldn’t
come. Here was this creature who could easily wipe out anyone he
chose to, and for some reason, he wanted me. He’d ensured from my
birth that I would end up here at his feet. As his slave.

Me, he wanted me.

The room was filled with the noise of the
celebrating Horde, while I remained on my knees at his feet. I was
still dressed in a beautiful gown, with an almost laughable weapon
hidden in the bodice of the dress—one that was supposedly created
to kill the Horde King. I had no plans of using it on him. It
wasn’t because I didn’t think I could, I just wasn’t stupid or
suicidal.

There was no way in hell I could kill him and
get away with it. I was going to figure out why the Horde King
wanted me, and I was going to escape him. If I used the dagger, I’d
be dead before I could figure out the bigger picture, and killing
him would seal the fate of too many people who depended on this
contract.

I’d lived so much of my life trying to help
others, and do what I thought was right. The Guild, with the
exception of Alden and Marie, had used my hate and anger for their
own purposes and betrayed Adam and I in the end. I hadn’t been
living then, I’d been surviving. Ryder had been right, and up until
I’d met him, I’d merely been existing. It was time to end that part
of my life. I’d been going through the motions of living, oblivious
to what I had wanted for myself. Deep down, I’d known I wanted
love; real soul ripping love.

Blinding love that made you do stupid things,
and I had. I had fallen in love with a Fairy—I mean, how much
stupider could
that
be? In his arms, I felt whole,
protected. Sure, he’d given me to Adam to wed, but he really didn’t
have any choice in the matter and I’d seen the pain in his eyes
from doing so. Point? He wanted me for more than just sex.

Yes, Ryder had this need to dominate
everyone, including me. But, we could work past that, and I was
sure I could make him love me. It just really sucked that it had
taken me this long to figure it out. I wasn’t the key to saving
Faery, and that in itself was a huge relief. Unfortunately, that
also opened up more questions as to who I really was and what I was
meant to do.

In my dream, Ryder let me know that I no
longer had to marry Adam. So now, I just had to figure out how to
escape what destiny was throwing at me now. The Horde King. I
smiled knowing he wouldn’t see it. Why, because I was still staring
at his bare feet, which were my focal point at the moment.

“Stand up,” he ordered, bringing me out of my
reverie. His voice was layered, and demanded to be heard. It
slithered over my shoulders and wrapped around my spine.

I placed my hands firmly on the ground as I
brought myself up to a standing position. I kept my eyes on his
feet, because I knew he wanted submission. Everything in his
posture and being screamed that he wanted me demure, and willing to
bend to his will.

Even the blood oath he had me agree to
screamed submission. Ryder had taught me how to submit. He’d made
me boneless with the need to submit to him. I could do this, at
least long enough to find a way out. Ryder said he would save me,
and I believed him. I wasn’t sure he could save me from this, which
meant, I had to do this on my own.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I raised my eyes to meet his obsidian depths.
The Horde King was beautiful, but often those things which are the
most beautiful—are the deadliest. He was evil incarnate, and the
stories I’d been told by my parents and my brother came rushing
back as I met his eyes.

“You are mine,” he said softly, his eyes
scanning my face as he said it. He was looking for hesitation, or
uncertainty, which he would find, because I was terrified. I was
also uncertain of my fate, and while I didn’t want to hesitate, I
probably would.

“I am yours,” I repeated dutifully.

“Prove it,” he replied.

I blinked as what he wanted me to do sank
into my brain. I stepped closer, until I was inches from his
towering form. When I was close enough to him that I could touch
the pulsating brands on his massive chest, his wide wing’s closed
around us, hiding the view of our bodies from those around us.
Instantly I was suffocating, and choking on his power as it surged
through me, blocking off any chance of drawing breath. He was
absolute power, and I felt it with every cell of my body.

“Ask me,” he growled softly, the vibration
sending my skin to a shivering mess.

He was showing me his control, and that it
was absolute. He wanted me to know how easily he could kill me, as
if I needed a reminder. I lifted my eyes to his and moved even
closer until I was pressed against his hard body.

I opened my mouth to ask for permission to
breathe, but no words would come. He was preventing them, and his
eyes sparkled with amusement at my discomfort.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

I did, knowing that it would bring air, which
was needed for me to draw a breath. Power was corrupting, and this
was an example of why he was considered the strongest of the Fae. I
stood on my tiptoes, and placed my hands carefully against his
chest as my lungs burned with the need for oxygen.

His mouth wasn’t filled with stench, or dirty
as one would expect from a member of the Horde. Instead, it was
clean and minty, and the moment my lips touched his, I was once
again able to draw breath—but only barely. I sent my tongue out,
knowing instinctively that the deeper I went, the more air I would
receive. His arms wrapped around me, crushing me to his body.