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Fooling Fate sequel to Bound	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 44179 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Again,” Melody barked.
Draco and Hermione watched tensely as Scorpius picked himself up off the ground and put up another shield. He and Lizzy had been facing off with Melody and Alex for three hours straight. They were having the toughest time trying to work together. Scorpius was much too protective over Lizzy for his own good, or hers. And Lizzy had been growing a backbone lately, which put Scorpius on edge. Every time they were attacked, he’d try to take it all.
“He’s going to get them both killed,” Severus murmured. “You two are going to have to step in at some point.”
“Scorpius isn’t like us,” Draco said. “He’s shown no interest in-“
“Protection?” Severus asked with a hint of amusement. “Then what do you call that?”
They watched as he batted away a hex from Lizzy only to get hit with one in the back when Alex zipped around him. Lizzy was trying her hardest to fight one on one but two on one was too much. She was a fierce little thing though, despite her timid start.
Severus smirked. “They’re pissing her off.”
“Getting mad is sometimes a good thing,” Hermione said quietly.
“Indeed. But they’ll need an intervention soon.”
They winced when Lizzy fell hard. Scorpius missed her by centimeters and went into a rage so strong that the ground shook when he casted the shield spell.
“Shit,” Draco breathed. “That’s enough.” He cast a sonorous. “PAUSE!”
Everyone in the pasture froze what they were doing. He motioned to Scorpius and Lizzy that they were done and left the others to work out assignments between them. The two teens picked themselves off the ground and cancelled their charms. They looked angry and well past tired as they marched into the house. Draco and Hermione shook their heads as they followed. This was going to be a fun discussion.
“What do you mean I’m not like you,” Scorpius asked coldly before they could properly close the door.
Draco sighed and motioned for them to sit at the kitchen table. Neither he nor Hermione spoke until they all had steaming cups of coffee in front of them. The October wind was a bit chilly and the kids could use the pick me up. Besides, it gave them time to gather their thoughts and Scorpius to perhaps rein his temper in.
“Well,” Scorpius demanded.
“You really want to get into this?” Draco asked slowly, gazing at Scorpius from above the rim of his cup.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”
“It involves sex,” Draco said, smirking when both teens blushed.
Scorpius cleared his throat and took a sip of coffee to compose himself. “What does sex have to do with it?”
Draco sat back and studied them. “You are aware of the nature of the relationship between Severus and Celeste, are you not?”
Scorpius frowned. “He’s a Dom and she’s a sub, right?” Draco nodded. “But mum doesn’t wear a collar like Celeste.”
“True,” Draco said. “But I’m still a Dom in many aspects. Just because I don’t collar your mum and ask that she follow a set of rules for interactions doesn’t mean that we don’t practice it.”
Scorpius blanched. “Didn’t need to know that.”
“You do,” Draco said. “Severus has spotted those traits in you.”
“What?”
Draco smirked and winked at his wife, who was trying valiantly not to laugh at their son’s wide eyed reaction reaction. Then he turned to Scorpius’s mate who didn’t seem nearly as surprised as she should have been. He narrowed his eyes in thought.
“Lizzy, you don’t seem surprised.”
She shifted uncomfortably. “Dad was a Dom. I’m used to the dynamics.”
Draco hummed. “I’m assuming you saw mostly negative ones.”
Lizzy nodded again and looked away. “Mom was a slave of sorts, and not just in the bedroom.”
“Go on,” Hermione said softly.
Lizzy took a deep breath to steady herself. “She needed money after being kicked out of the house because she was a witch and they’d had enough. She was desperate… but the only person who would help was a pimp. She was sold to my dad as a pleasure slave. She stays with him and works off her debt. But her repayment is… lengthy.”
“It’s okay,” Hermione said, patting Lizzy’s hand when tears started streaming down her face.
Lizzy nodded and wiped them away as she stared down into her coffee. “She said he wasn’t so bad when they first got together, treated her like a valued pet. He even agreed to adopt me. But things changed after I came along.”
“That isn’t your fault,” Scorpius snapped. “It was never your fault.”
Lizzy gave him a watery smile. “I know. But I do know the dynamics.”
“And I assume you recognize them in Scorpius?” Draco asked quietly.
She nodded. “But he’s not the same.”
Draco scoffed. “I should hope not. I’d tear the flesh from his backside if he ever so much as thought about harming a loved one.”
“Dad,”Scorpius said, almost whining.
“What? I’ve said nothing you don’t already know.”
Scorpius rolled his eyes and took another sip of his coffee. “So how come I’m the last one to know.”
Draco smirked. “I doubt that. But it appears that your mother and I are. I suppose all of your training techniques have gone unnoticed.”
Scorpius frowned. “What, with horses?”
Draco nodded. “You are a natural leader Scorp. You have a firm yet gentle hand and you tolerate very little disobedience. I suppose… looking back on your past relationships… I should have put two and two together. But I’m going to ask you to analyze them. What was the biggest factor in the end of all your relationships?”
Scorpius furrowed his brow. “I… I didn’t feel a connection?”
Draco shook his head. “They were all overbearing tarts.”
“Draco,” Hermione scolded. “That’s not nice.”
Draco smirked. “Nicer than what you were thinking in that formidable mind of yours.”
Scorpius laughed when Hermione blushed beet red. “It’s okay mum. I knew you didn’t like them. But I guess dad’s right. They were too… forward. It’s okay, but not what I look for in a woman.”
“What do you look for?” Lizzy asked quietly.
Scorpius blushed and studied his coffee cup. “I like reserved women. Well, reserved in public. I prefer her to be able to tell me anything though. I like honesty and trust… and I suppose I prefer to be in charge. But I don’t want a dictatorship or anything.”
“You know what you like and how you like it,” Draco said softly. “And you’d like a partner open to those things, though you aren’t opposed to experimenting and you certainly like to make sure they are pleased first.”
Scorpius shrugged. “Yeah. What’s so different about that?”
“Not much,” Draco said. “Except you have an overdeveloped sense of protection.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Scorpius growled.
“Nothing,” Draco said lightly. “Unless you prefer to get killed.”
“How-“
“Hear me out,” Draco said. “Your mother and I had that same issue. I had to protect her and vice versa. But where I preferred to shield, she preferred to attack.”
“But Liz-“
“Don’t speak for her,” Hermione said quietly. “Not right now.”
Scorpius looked like he’d been slapped. “I… I didn’t mean-“
“Stop,” Draco ordered. “It’s another instinct, nothing wrong if she isn’t offended by it.”
“Are you?” Scorpius asked quietly.
Lizzy smiled softly and shook her head. “No. You know I’m shy.”
“There you go,” Draco said. “But we need to talk with you both. So let her answer. Lizzy, do you prefer to shield or attack.”
“Attack,” Lizzy whispered. “I’ve felt so helpless for so long.”
Draco nodded. “And attacking helps you feel stronger.” She nodded and he grinned. “And you are bloody good at it.”
She blushed. “I wouldn’t say-“
“Stop,” Scorpius said with so much authority that Draco had to blink a few times. “Don’t you dare belittle yourself. You are amazing. Stop letting your past cloud your perception.”
Lizzy lowered her eyes to keep him from seeing her tears. He growled and pulled her chin up so he could see her. He shook his head and kissed her gently. Draco let it continue for some minutes before he cleared his throat and interrupted.
“I rest my case. You’re a natural Dom Scorp. So you’re going to have to adjust your fighting techniques. You can’t shield and strike to try and spare her. You’re going to have to trust that she is everything you say she is.”
“But-“
“No buts,” Draco said. “That was the hardest lessen I had to learn. I probably set back our training for a long time because I had the same mindset. But I knew your mother could kick my arse with a wand and I had to trust that she could kick anyone else’s arse as well. That didn’t stop me from protecting her though.”
“Or kicking a boy in the ribs,” Hermione muttered.
“Bastard deserved it,” Draco growled. “Try to drug my wife with a love potion and obliviate her. Besides, you kicked him first.”
“What?” Scorpius asked, his eyes going wide.
Hermione sighed. “Valentines our last year of school. We had a tough time trying to keep the magnetism under control and one Ravenclaw went too far. I punched him but he recovered too quickly for me to get away. I panicked when he disarmed me and called for your father. I blanked out, totally froze. You see, we couldn’t let anyone see our powers and I couldn’t work out how I could best him without giving away our secret.”
“How did you escape then?” Lizzy asked.
Draco smirked. “There is a reason we teach martial arts, dear. She threw up a silent shield and swept his feet out from under him.”
“He stumbled into the hall where Draco petrified him,” Hermione added.
Draco grinned. “And then she came storming out like a vengeful goddess and kicked him in the ribs. Cracked one of them, too. Then she rolled him over and snatched her wand back and stormed off, yelling about how he deserved it. It was kind of sexy.”
Hermione sniffed. “You kicked him too.”
Draco shrugged. “Like I already said, bastard deserved it. But the point is I was ready to rush to her aid. However, I managed to do it by reminding her that she didn’t have to hex the bastard to get him. I trusted that she would be fine, but it still scared the shit out of me.”
Scorpius drank the last dregs of his coffee and sighed. “So you are saying that despite the fact that her fighting makes my skin crawl, I need to trust that she’s a big girl and can take care of herself?” Draco nodded. “So what does this have to do with sex or me being a Dom.”
“Instincts,” Draco said. “You have to fight to your strengths. If you have the natural urges to protect, and she the ones to strike, then you need to coordinate your defense accordingly. You can figure out bedroom dynamics later, but you need to be aware of regular dynamics now or you’re going to flounder.”
“Besides,” Hermione said. “No one expects the woman to be the striker.”
Lizzy smirked. “Except us.”
“Precisely,” Draco purred. “Now, are you ready to try it again?”
Scorpius nodded and offered his hand to Lizzy to help her up. “I’ll shield, you block.”
“Done,” she said softly.
Scorpius smiled softly and kissed her again. Draco rolled his eyes and cleared his throat loudly. “You can reconnect later. Now, go kick your Aunt’s arse.”
Scorpius smirked and ushered Lizzy out of the house. Draco and Hermione almost choked when he called for a battle.
“Oh Uncle Melody, Auntie Alex, we’re ready to kick your arses now!”
“He’s going to get himself killed,” Hermione said with a laugh.
Draco sighed. “Maybe not. How many others do you think need that talk?”
She shrugged. “Let’s go see.”
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“You skipped one,” Jacob said irritably as he stared his parents down across the kitchen table.
“No,” Draco said, offering his son some coffee, which was declined. “Ara and Colton seem to have their partnership well at hand.”
“Because they’re fucking like bloody nifflers,” Jacob muttered.
Draco scowled darkly. “I could have gone a century without knowing that.”
Jacob smirked. “Losing your touch dad?”
“Hardly,” Draco said with a sniff. “I didn’t miss that you two aren’t working out so well. Care to tell us what the problem is?”
Jacob rolled his eyes. “I’m fighting with a bloody vampire. What do you think the problem is?”
“I think it’s you trying to be the hero,” Emily said, startling everyone at the table.
“Care to elaborate, sweetheart?” Hermione asked timidly.
Emily sighed. “I’m not strong or fast or powerful and he’s trying to make up for it.”
Draco nodded, cupping his chin in thought. “Philippe is exceptionally fast, something that Jacob is lacking in too. Exactly how are you trying to fight him?”
Jacob sighed. “A shield, duh. And I try to catch him between strikes.”
“Which are hard for him to predict,” Emily said quietly.
“And I imagine you can,” Draco said.
Emily nodded. “Of course. When fighting, opponents often aren’t concerned with shielding their thoughts. They project them loud and clear, which is convenient for me.”
“But I can’t bloody well hear them,” Jacob groused. “And by the time she says anything, it’s too late.”
“Can you read Jacob’s moves?” Hermione asked curiously.
Emily shook her head. “He’s the only one I can’t read very well.”
Draco hummed and nodded. “He’s always been a gifted occlumens, picked it up on his very first lesson and no one could break him since. He’s quite special… a polar opposite to you.”
Hermione’s eyes widened when an idea came hurdling to her. “Can you project as easily Emily?”
Emily frowned. “I’ve never tried.”
“Jacob can,” Hermione said. “He’s almost as talented in legilimency as he is in occlumency.”
“But it takes too much concentration,” Jacob countered.
Draco furrowed his brows in thought, listening to his wife’s incredible mind percolate. “What if it didn’t?”
“Beg pardon?” Jacob said.
“What if it didn’t,” Draco repeated. “Everyone has some sort of special bond. Scorp and Lizzy are like your mum and I. Ara and Colton have a tandem relationship. But you two, you don’t have the same powers on that level. You both have exquisite control over your minds. Have you tried to combine them?”
“No,” Jacob said slowly. “That’s dangerous. You’ve said that from day one.”
Draco nodded. “We have. But your mum and I didn’t know what we were doing when we bonded. You two have much more control and training now… and understanding. You aren’t about to mix blood with it.”
“That would be signing a death warrant,” Jacob whispered in horror.
Draco nodded. “So why don’t you try it now. Jacob, drop the wall. Emily, try to push… but not hard. Just try to brush the conscious stream.”
Draco and Hermione waited on baited breath for the young teens to exercise their minds. This was a dangerous move with the most experienced witches and wizards. But it wasn’t exactly like they had a choice. And if they happened to hurt themselves, they could help.
Jacob’s eye’s fluttered closed. “Ungh…”
Emily shuddered and moaned softly. “Oh Gods…”
Draco and Hermione’s jaws dropped. No fucking way. But as they watched their young charges, it was crystal clear. They were getting off from touching each other’s minds. The bad thing was that there was nothing they could do to stop it. Trying to interrupt them might cause more harm than good just to spare themselves the embarrassment. It was over in minutes but everyone was red faced at the end.
Draco ducked his head to allow his son and Emily to compose themselves. “Well, it’s… a… um… it’s a start. Perhaps you should touch a different part next time?”
“Gods dad,” Jacob growled.
“Part of it,” Draco said, trying desperately to hold onto his composure. “But I suggest you practice so… that… doesn’t happen in the middle of battle.”
Emily cleared her throat as she stared at the table. “What did that prove?”
“That you can… merge,” Hermione said, wincing when she realized how horrible that sounded. “I mean, you… well… you obviously felt each other.”
“Mum!” Jacob squeaked.
“She’s right,” Draco said. “You did feel each other. Once honed, you’ll be able to feel each other in battle.”
“Great,” Jacob muttered.
Draco sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Jacob, think about it. She can read their mind and in a split second, you’ll know what your opponent is thinking and counter it. She can still handle attacks, but you can shield you both from the counters.”
Jacob shifted uncomfortably. “I guess.”
“Best suck it up now son,” Draco said, barely containing his mirth. “It only gets worse from here.”
“Ugh, I’m out,” Jacob growled before racing upstairs.
“I’m sorry,” Emily said softly. “I should have cleared my mind first.”
Draco barely held in his snicker. “Well, we’ll let you two work that out. Just… go easy on him. He’s lived in Scorpius’s shadow for a very long time.”
Emily nodded. “He doesn’t see himself as an attractive guy. I hope to change his mind.”
“Just don’t get too carried away,” Draco said with a smirk. “You still need to train. And you are only 14.”
Emily blushed bright red before nodding and running off.
Draco sighed and rubbed his entire face with both hands. “I think I’m done for the day.”
Hermione chuckled. “Why Draco, giving up so soon?”
He shook his head. “Watching my youngest son go through that was bad enough. I don’t think I could handle seeing my little girl like that.”
“Without killing Hugo?”
He snorted. “At all.”
“She’s not a baby anymore.”
He sighed. “They’re all babies. We were babies. This is ridiculous.”
Hermione laid her head on his shoulder and sent him calming thoughts. “Since when did we ever have a choice?”
He huffed and drew her into his arms to straddle his lap, pulling her head to rest in the crook of his neck. “I do love you.”
“Love you, too.”
“How do you think Nate and Ana are faring?”
“Time will tell.”
He nodded and stood, making her squeak when he held her weight. “Well, I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”
She giggled. “Let’s go somewhere else. I’m sure Jacob has enough on his mind without hearing us.”
“Not so fast you two,” Melody called from the front door. “You still have a few pairs out here that need some work.”
Draco groaned and sat back down. “Five minutes?”
“Two,” Melody called.
Draco grumbled an affirmative and nuzzled his wife’s neck. “When this is over, assuming we aren’t dead, we’re going to Egypt. We’ll find that first tomb we ever explored.”
Hermione blushed. “The one used to entertain the Pharaohs?”
“That’s the one,” Draco said with a sexy leer.
“And then?”
“We’re going to fuck like two mindless nifflers beneath the ancient porn on the walls until we can’t move anymore.”
“And then?”
“We’ll take a nap and do it again,” he assured her before pulling on the collar of her shirt. “Until then…”
Hermione shuddered as he scraped his fangs over her neck. She opened her mind as wide as it would go, letting his lust wash over her, shivering when he touched the pleasure center. She yanked his shirt to the side and bared her fangs, sinking them in deep, crying out into his skin when he answered with a bite. Red hot pleasure consumed them both, sending them writhing against each other.
“Time,” Melody called. “And the wards will be down for about thirty seconds.”
The couple sighed and pulled apart, cleaning themselves up quickly with a wave of the hand just as Rose and Hugo stepped in, looking more embarrassed than Jacob and Emily.
‘This is going to be a long day,’ Draco sighed.
‘Let’s make the most of it,’ Hermione answered, squeezing his hand gently before turning her attention to her youngest daughter and her mate.
“So,” Hermione started. “What kind of problems are you having?”
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“You sure this is the place?” Nate asked, looking around in awe.
The waves lapping on the shore, the green grass, the trees, the smell of salt in the air, it was beautiful. A tiny house set on piers, painted a quaint blue color. The deck had two weather-beaten chairs and there was a grill in the front yard. There wasn’t another soul for miles.
Anastasia nodded. “It isn’t much, but it’s been home.”
He snorted. “Not much. You’ve got a bloody cottage on the gulf!”
Ana blushed. “It’s not very big like the Ranch.”
“It also doesn’t house a dozen staff members to tend to everyday running of a business. It’s brilliant.”
She smirked and walked along the shoreline. “You know, you’re accent is pretty muddled.”
He rolled his eyes and strolled with her. “Of course it is. Mom and dad are American, father is British. Harmony is American, Celeste and Philippe are French, and everyone else is British. I lived in America for eleven years before I started hopping an international port key to attend school in Scotland for nine months out of the year. Why would it not be muddled?”
“I think it’s kind of cute,” she teased. “It’s like England and America had a baby who can swear like a sailor in French.”
He shook his head and nudged her shoulder. “I’m sure you know a few curse words in mermish… or merperson… or maid. Whatever.”
She giggled. “I do. My aunt had a rather loose tongue, I’d guess you’d say. I think it sort of sounds like a dolphin.”
“Go on then, curse.”
He watched in fascination as she let loose with a barrage of clicks and eeks and squeaks and pops followed by clapping.
“And that means…”
She grinned. “That was a rundown of every swear word I know. The claps are kind of like flipping someone off.”
“Well, that’s convenient,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
She blushed and studied the water lapping up on the shore. “I’ve never tried to send a message to Triton before. My aunt figured she’d been dealt her lot in life and she deserved it. There was no need to try to appeal. Besides… she had me.”
He grabbed her hand and kissed it before kneeling to study the foam. “So she didn’t tell you how?”
“Oh, she did. It’s just… unorthodox.”
“More unorthodox than a daywalker and a human breeding?”
“Yes.”
“More unorthodox than the Gods playing with us like we’re puppets.”
“Yes.”
“More unorthodox than my cousin and his boyfriend turning into a phoenix?”
Her mouth hung open a minute before she shook her head. “No. I think you have me there.”
He smirked and motioned for her to continue.
“Fine,” she huffed. “First, I have to find a water sprite.”
“But don’t those dwell in small pools of water?”
She nodded. “But there are other kinds, too. These stay close to the shore. From there, it’s basically a game of telephone. They find a small fish, who finds a larger one, and so on and so forth until a dolphin or a shark finally comes along and relays your message to Triton’s son, who deems if your worthy or not.”
He shook his head. “Not egotistical at all, is he?”
“No,” she said dryly. “He’s worse. You have to ply him with presents and favors.”
“Oh good. Here I was thinking this was going to be hard.”
“And the best part is… no one really knows what he wants. He’s said to make things up on a whim.”
“I believe that.”
“There are stories though-“ she said hesitantly.
“Of,” he said slowly.
“Him wanting… um, well, favors that aren’t tangible.”
“Like,” he said tersely.
“Well, like swearing fealty… or becoming a symbol for something. I heard one girl had to pose nude for new statuary for his kingdom.”
“You’re leaving something out.”
She ducked her head. “A night with a maiden and if she’s good, her hand.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” he exploded, making her eyes go wide with fright. “You are MINE!”
“I said it was unorthodox,” she whispered.
He breathed heavily for a few minutes, willing himself to calm down. “Well, he can’t have you. We’re mates, fated mates. He can’t go against the fucking fates.” He frowned. “Damn. I’m actually glad those old crones did that. I thought I’d be royally fucked over.”
“What?” she snapped.
“That was before I got to know you,” he said softly. “I thought I’d be mated to someone like me. And that’s not a very pleasant thought. I mean, I already have my brother. There really shouldn’t be another one of us running around.”
She shook her head. “You aren’t so bad… though your temper could use a bit of a tune up.”
“Sorry, double whammy. You should see my mom and father go after each other for real and not just a leisurely fight in front of a castle.”
“They’re that bad?”
“They brought the ranch walls down one time they got into it so bad. Anyway, I admit I have a rotten temper, but you are mine damn it. The thought of some self-important scaly bastard putting his slimy hands all over you makes me sick.”
Her eyes teared up. “You think we’re slimy and scaly?”
“No,” he said slowly. “I think he is. It has nothing to do with your race and everything to do with how he treats his subjects. It’s tyranny at its finest. It makes me wonder whose bloody side he’s on.”
“He’s our only hope.”
He nodded and pulled her into his arms. “Would you be mine forever?”
She started sobbing. “You know I would.”
“Would you be willing to be with me… before he can get his grungy mitts on you?”
“What?”
“Well, if you aren’t a maiden, he can’t claim that can he?”
She blushed almost fuchsia. “You… you want-“
He nodded. “Of course I do. You’re amazing, smart, beautiful, sweet, soft spoken… everything I’m not. You are my mate, Anastasia. I don’t want anyone else. And I can’t stand for him to have you. I… I know it’s probably rushing things but-“
“Shhh,” she said, putting her finger over his mouth to stay his plea. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
She nodded. His eyes lit up and he picked her up, spinning madly with her until they were both dizzy. Then he trotted inside, carrying her the entire way to the bedroom. He barely spared a glance for the frilly décor, which screamed women only. He couldn’t see anything but her.
“I… I didn’t want it to be an ultimatum,” he breathed, studying the way her curly chestnut hair fanned out over the pillow.
She blushed and lowered her eyes. “It’s not. I just… didn’t want to bring it up.”
“My mom might kill us.”
“Why?”
He grinned. “Because she’s nosy. She’ll be furious that she didn’t get to see us afterwards.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Because our auras will change. You can’t put anything past her. Anything.”
“What will she do?” she asked warily.
He chuckled. “We’ll just be berated. No big. Not like I haven’t heard it a million times.” He cleared his voice and started imitating his mom in falsetto. “Nate, why didn’t you tell me you turned into a wolf. We could have run together. You could have been stuck like that. Do you have any idea how irresponsible that is? If I wasn’t so fucking proud of you right now, I’d kick your ass.”
Ana giggled and relaxed under him. “That’s a pretty good impression.”
“Only been hearing it for seventeen years, love. Plenty of time to get it right.”
He swooped down for a kiss. It started out gentle but as she pushed back, his vampire instinct to claim came out. Though he didn’t have fangs, his teeth itched so badly and the desire to tear into her neck frightened him. He pulled back, panting and wide eyed.
“What?” she asked, suddenly terrified.
“I… I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. “And I’m afraid I might.”
“What do you want to do?”
He closed his eyes in shame. “I want to bite you, mark you, so everyone knows your mine.”
She caressed his cheek until he opened his eyes. He gasped at the look of total acceptance.
“I trust you,” she whispered. “I love you. Bite me.”
“Gods I love you,” he breathed before burying his face in her neck and sinking his teeth into her skin.
She cried out in pain but the way she writhed against him, it didn’t feel like it. A trickle of blood pooled in his mouth and he finally released, lapping at it. To his amazement, it tasted like apple pie a la mode instead of the tangy copper he knew other people’s blood tasted like. And, while there was a nasty bruise forming in the perfect shape of his teeth, the gash from them had healed completely.
“Holy fucking Merlin,” he whispered.
“Wha?” she panted. “What was that?”
“I don’t know,” he breathed. “But I’m pretty stoked I’m part vampire now. You taste amazing.”
After his initial urge to claim her, he could finally slow down and be with his mate. Clothing came off inch by tantalizing inch. Kisses were bestowed, no centimeter left untouched. It was quite possibly the slowest tryst he’d ever had… and he wanted it to last even longer. But Ana was having no part of that. She impatiently tore at his clothing until he was bared before her.
“Damn you’re beautiful,” she breathed.
He chuckled. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.”
They fell together to the mattress, hesitantly exploring each other. He knew this was her first time, could somehow sense it, and he knew he wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself. He also knew the possibility of her coming during sex was next to nil. So he tasked himself with making sure she found her pleasure at least once before he took her.
“Oh,” she squeaked when he knelt between her legs. “You don’t have-“
“Shhh,” he said, putting a hand up to stop her protests. “I want to.”
He kept his eyes glued to her face as he took his first lap at her quim. Delicious. He continued on, gently massaging her with his tongue and then fingers, progressing to both. She was exquisite in her abandonment. He ordered her to play with her breasts, which she did with a blush. The sight of her pinching and pulling on her pert pink nipples was enough to make him want to come, but he held off. He had to hold her down with one hand to keep her from pitching off the mattress in her pleasure hazed movements. Finally, finally, she peaked. He gritted his teeth and counted to ten as she spasmed around his fingers, the feeling doing bad things to his libido.
He didn’t want it to end there though. The sight of her completely losing herself was too addicting. So he kept lapping, stroking, playing her like a fiddle until she peaked again. He wanted to go for a third time but she was having none of it. Her fingernails cutting into his scalp as she yanked his head up for a kiss was strangely arousing.
“Take me now,” she whispered into his mouth.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He shakily lined the head of his cock up with her entrance and kissed her deeply before slowly inching inside. She gasped in shock. He knew his cock was a lot bigger than his fingers but her reaction had him worried. He decided to just go for it, get the pain over with so it didn’t have to linger. He pulled back a fraction and thrust to the hilt. She squeaked in pain, tears welling in her eyes and his heart broke. It was necessary but he never wanted to cause her pain.
“Shhh,” he whispered, kissing her all over her face. “It’s okay. It’s all over.”
She cried for a few minutes and he held her close, fighting to be still and allow her to adjust while comforting her. Why did this have to hurt so bloody much? He cursed his creator and held his mate close until she calmed down and nodded.
“Okay, I’m ready. I’m sorry.”
He frowned. “Nothing to be sorry about. Merlin I love you.”
She smiled bright as the sun. “I love you too.”
The first few thrusts were shaky. It wasn’t easy keeping himself in check and she was still in a fair amount of pain. But he could tell when it started to feel good. She moved her hips a little to meet his, sighing when he pulled back and gasping when he pushed himself deeper. He cursed himself a second time when he felt his orgasm coming. It was too soon, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He moved jerkily as he was overcome with pleasure, holding her close until it waned. Then, in a move that surprised him, he pulled out and knelt at her entrance, licking the blood from their coupling off of her thighs.
“Shit,” he breathed when he realized what he was doing. “I’m sorry. I… I couldn’t help it.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “You’re a vampire. You like blood. I get it.”
“But I’m not,” he said. “I don’t need or want blood. Well… other people beside you.”
He cleaned them up with a flick of the hand before lying down beside her and letting her snuggle up on his chest. She hummed. “What does my blood taste like?”
He snickered. “Apple pie a la mode. It’s my favorite.”
They laid their all afternoon, talking about everything and nothing. When the sun sank low into the water, she sighed. “I’d better send out that call now.”
“Oh, no need,” a deep voice permeated the room. “I heard your opinions just fine.”
“Shit,” Nate breathed, dressing them both with a flick of his hand. “Triton?”
“You bet your ass vampire.”
The teens jumped in shock when the bedroom door swung open with a crack, emitting a man that seemed bigger than the room. He had a long flowing beard and a trident in his hand. His long blue robes whipped in the non-existent air and his sea blue eyes pierced them.
“How dare you question my loyalty to Zeus,” Triton spat.
Nate narrowed his eyes. He’d seen more than enough Gods to put him off for life. “I hope you can put your money where your mouth is fish boy, because the time has come to prove it.”
“What?” Triton roared.
Nate stood fearlessly, putting himself in between the God and his trembling mate. “You’re going to lose your kingdom if you don’t. Hades is cooking up a splendid war… and if you don’t fight, you might as well kiss your domain goodbye.”
“What do you know of a war between Gods,” Triton growled.
Nate smirked. “What do you know about blood pacts?”
Triton paled. Nate nodded. He had the God right where he wanted him. He just hoped he listened to reason.

AN: TA-DAAAAA! I wrote a chapter! The battle will be next. Hope you guys are ready. My muse is threatening to kill people. As always, thanks to everyone for your reveiws and sticking with me even though this thing is about like pulling teeth now. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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Fooling Fate *sequel to Bound*

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