Fated Legacy Complete Collection

Chapter 1

Chapter

One

N ew Orleans, 2048

The crone left her home in the city and traveled to the swamp. The Darkness had been able to hide from her amongst the throngs in New Orleans, but here in the solitude of the marshland she would find the answers she needed.

MawMaw Chantal carefully made her way to the center of the bayou on the ancient skiff, poling her way deeper into the wilderness. The wolf-child and her mate had confronted the Darkness and beaten its disciple. There was so much more to do, and it would be up to those who comprised the wolfen society to bring an end to the Darkness… if they could.

The mists of the swamp gathered around Chantal, curling their tendrils around her boat like gnarled fingers—seeking, grasping, entreating. In the distance, an alligator slipped into the water to patrol and hunt. A nightbird called, and the frogs sang their songs. But she ignored the calls of the wild things.

She grounded the skiff up on the mound of dirt that formed a small island, carefully ensuring that her boat would remain moored until her task was finished. Chantal walked around the rock altar, casting black salt on the ground for protection as she went. Once she was safe within its circle, she opened her pouch and removed the small iron bell and the dragon’s blood incense. She lit the stick of incense and rang the bell.

I call upon the spirit of Calista Gautier, mother to one who now holds sway in the Crescent City. My old friend, you must leave the fire of the Light. The Darkness was not destroyed by your son when he took the head of the Evil One who preyed on your kind. Your granddaughter has destroyed his minion, but the Darkness is clever and abandoned the body before its demise. The Evil One hides in the shadows of the city, seeking another to help it escape. Watch over your people, Calista. The Darkness seeks to conquer the Light and it is the children of the wolves who will battle this evil.

She held the bell aloft, careful not to let it ring again, instead waiting until it moved on its own, sending its gentle knell across the swamp. Chantal looked up, saw a star race across the night sky, and smiled. Calista had answered her call. Chantal returned to the boat and began the journey back to her home.

The alligator emerged from the water in front of her boat, hissing and showing its teeth. The primal animal snapped its jaws and its fetid breath filled Chantal’s nostrils. She knew the reptile acted on behalf of the Darkness, but she was not concerned. She cackled as she tossed the remaining black salt into its eyes, forcing it to dive under the water and swim away with a powerful swish of its tail.

The Darkness had been banished for now, but not vanquished. The Darkness could only be contained, but she feared it might never be defeated.

S kylar Gautier, now Skylar Nichols, sat bolt upright in bed, jostling her mate, Travis. Her body shivered, but not from the cold. It was as if some shadow of evil had tried to enter the loft but had been repelled by the spells and protection charms MawMaw Chantal had insisted be put in place.

He reached for his gun in the nightstand as he sat up beside her. “Sky, what is it? I thought you said the dream no longer plagued you.”

“It isn’t the dream, Trav—it’s something else. I don’t know what, but something. Whatever it was that possessed the murderer isn’t gone. It escaped and is trying to find a way to come back into the world.”

“Chantal’s magick is powerful and can’t be penetrated.”

“I know, but that doesn’t keep the Darkness from banging against the windows.”

He kissed her arm and then nibbled his way up to her shoulder before resting his chin there.

“So, you’re saying we have a Peeping Tom? What do you say we give him a show?” he teased, making her mouth crinkle at the corners.

“What did you have in mind, Cowboy?” she purred as she snuggled beneath him.

Travis made a place for himself between her legs, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs to hold her still. He inhaled her scent as her arousal kicked in, lighting a fire within him.

“This,” he said, lowering his head and settling his mouth over her pussy. God, he loved the way she tasted and the way she quivered the moment he touched her.

Skylar’s libido kicked in and he could feel her pussy soften for him and begin to produce the honey he so loved to lap up. If he could replicate that taste in a dessert, Loup de Mer, his newest restaurant, would be the sensation of New Orleans from the moment it opened—men would be lined up around the block to gorge themselves.

Her hands tangled in his hair, trying to draw him closer. He smiled. His mate could go from the beginnings of arousal to orgasm in the space of a heartbeat. He grazed her clit with his tongue before licking down to her slit and rimming the opening before returning to her swollen nub. As he sucked her little pearl into his mouth, giving it just the slightest edge of his teeth, he slipped his finger inside her and curled it along the roof of her pussy, seeking and finding her G-spot.

Without warning, he sucked hard on her clit and Skylar cried out as she climaxed, coating his finger with the proof of what he could do to her. Keeping her nub inside his mouth, he nuzzled her and rumbled his need. Her excitement fanned the flames of his own desire and they surged through his system, making his cock swell even larger than it had already been.

Skylar’s skin was flushed, her sex was engorged and her nipples stiff. Yes, his fated mate had gone from sated to needy in the blink of an eye. God, she was gorgeous, and he hadn’t known what true happiness was until the first time he sank his cock into her wet heat.

“Travis,” she moaned, squirming beneath him.

He kissed his way up her body, nipping her when she tried to move or hurry him along.

“Do you want what I have?” he crooned.

“No, I’m just dying here of need because I want to fuck some other guy.”

He chuckled. “You really are an incredible brat. That’s five more to add to your maintenance.”

“Shit!”

“Ten.”

Skylar slammed her head on the pillow several times as she clutched the bedsheets, trying to behave.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered.

“I swear if you don’t get on with it, I’m going to shoot you, cut you into bite-size chunks and feed you to the alligators.”

“Fifteen.”

“Travis!” she wailed.

He held himself still and looked down at her. Then he lowered himself and lined his cock up with the entrance to her core before pressing in. She fit him like a glove. He didn’t have to work his way in—she was slick and soft and ready to receive him. The exquisite pleasure of her pussy enveloped him and made it hard to breathe.

Travis dragged himself back out and then thrust all the way to his root. Skylar’s pussy convulsed around him. God, he loved fucking her. She was tight and he could feel her inner walls all along his length. He began to withdraw, her muscles pulling at him, fighting to keep him inside. It was the best kind of fight and one which he always won, to Skylar’s utter delight. She resisted submitting, but ultimately did and now had surrendered her heart, body, and soul to him for his keeping.

When only the head of his cock was still inside, he began to pound into her, hammering her cunt as he ground his pelvis into her clit, sending her higher with each thrust. She grasped his buttocks, trying to keep him deep and her nails dug into his flesh. He wanted to make her come at least twice more, coinciding the final orgasm with his own release, but her pussy and his cock were in cahoots to make him come sooner rather than later.

As she cried out his name, her pussy gripped him tightly, milking his cock. Travis could feel the familiar tingle down his spine as his balls drew up and he slammed into her a final time. He held himself hard against her as he gave up his cum, bathing her sheath with his warmth as she writhed in ecstasy beneath him.

He lay on top of her. Their bodies were still joined as she took his weight, their pulses and breaths in perfect synchronicity. She ran her hands down his body, stroking him not to arouse but to comfort and ease his way back into the world. He nuzzled her neck and allowed the peace that they only found with each other to settle over them.

Travis rolled from her body, pulling her close and holding her. The Darkness might still be out there, but they were together, and it would never defeat them.