Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Citate: Taunting Destiny by Amelia Hutchins



 “Did you say we?” Ristan asked.

  I blushed from my head to my Paint Your Toron-Toes Rose colored toenails. I opened the shower door and stepped out meeting Ristan's eyes. “Don't ask.”

  “How the…did you sift into his shower?” he asked, bubbling with laughter.

  “I said don't ask! It wasn't my fault. I was sleeping!” I shouted as both men laughed even harder. “Real mature, just real fucking mature!”





“Adrian was a vampire. Adam was the Dark Heir of the Fae. Larissa was dead. Alden was facing danger to help us. I was homeless, jobless, and attracted to the one thing that would surely kill me in the end. The reality set in that I had even lost my dog, and now my life was just one tragedy away from becoming a sad country song.”





  “I told you that I would protect you. Even if you don’t need me to,” he whispered, moving closer and pulling me against him. “Some things are worth protecting.”




“It should have been a simple thing to get you out of my system. Instead, you rocked my foundation and made me need you.”




“This caveman just made your panties wet with a kiss, and you’re the only item on the menu that I want to dine on.” A delicious shiver crept down my spine. “I'm not food.” “You’re right, Syn. You are so much more…and I wouldn’t want word getting out that I like to play with my food.” I pulled away. “It's not funny, and I'm not a fucking Fairy happy meal, Ryder!”




“Not everyone works like that. Some need, and want to be loved by one man alone. When I love someone, I give them everything I have and don’t expect to get anything back in return for it. I’d never tear you down, Ryder; not if you were mine. Besides, you told me once before that love was worth fighting for.”




“You can’t fight destiny—taunt it, yes, but to fight it will only consume you and, in the end, destiny always wins.”




“You don’t want to challenge me. I like to win. I like to play games, just so I can win.”





“It's sexy, Syn,” he whispered, refusing to move away from me as I tried to put distance between us.
  “What's sexy?” I asked, even though I was afraid to know the answer.
  “That every time you sift, you land at my feet.” He smirked and turned, walking away as he left me with my mouth hanging open.




“It’s okay to panic if you need to, Synthia. I understand. You were not given a lot of time to come to terms with what you are. Most are born knowing what they are, and accept what they will go through.”
  “I am not panicking. I don’t panic. Why would I panic?” Shit! I was sooo panicking!




Something about Ryder and the word “bed” coming from his lips made my lady parts get all wet. I groaned. “Great, so I'm going to turn into the horny version of Cookie Monster?” I squeaked trying to lighten the sober mood.




"Women are fickle creatures. I don’t share what is mine, and, right now, you are mine. Some women are free with their bodies. You are not to be one of them, understand me?”




"I need to get away from him. He’s done things I can’t even fathom, much less process. I need to go home so I can think without him making me want him! He’s impossible to be around because every time he is, my brain shuts off, and my vagigi turns on!”
  “Vagigi?” Vlad asked, as Ristan laughed outright at me and Dristan let out a strangled noise like he was choking on something.
  “Yes. He walks in all tall, dark and deadly, and my brain turns me into a sex addict. I know I have to feed, but if I don’t get away from him I’m going to go crazy. I need space. I just need to think.”
  “No, go back to vagigi. I want to know why you named your vagina vagigi—spare no details,” Ristan said between laughs.





 “I have to be fine,” I said as if I’d said it for so long that now it was my motto.
  “For who? Who says you have to be strong anymore? You are allowed to fall apart, because I will hold you through it. You can crumble, and I’ll hold the pieces together until you can pull yourself out of it.”





“Maybe I should take her daughter, and make her my meal slave, as a warning to my wife to remain faithful.”

  “Oh the hell you say! You couldn’t handle me in bed ya skinny twit. I like my men to be warriors, both in bed and out of bed. Which you are not.”





  “Jealous?” Ryder whispered in my ear as one of his hands threaded through my hair at the back of my neck and kneaded my scalp soothingly.

  “Of them? No, not really. My heart goes out to them. They had love, and had it ripped away from them. I just want a love that’s true and earth shattering. I want that, and I want it for them again, too. I want them to have more than just one night in a cold cemetery,” I said softly.

  “You don’t think you will end up loving Adam.” He made it a statement instead of a question.

  “I love him already, but not like they had, and I want that soul torturing love. The kind where you’d die for one last kiss, one last touch,” I said letting my eyes drift to the couple. “I thought being a Fairy would suck, but it’s destiny that really sucks.”





“I am not your anything.You can't just piss on my leg and say I'm yours.”



My cell phone rang, startling me, and I answered it.I winced as the dog continued to go off at the walls as if they would
attack him. “Stop barking!”
“What?” Ryder asked.
“I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Mister Fancy Pants.” I should seriously change his name. It was too long.
“Who the fuck is Mister Fancy Pants?”
I snickered as he said my dog's name. Coming out of his mouth,
it really sounded bad.”






 “Crying will change nothing. In the end, they can only be used against you."




“I refused to look back. I wasn’t dumb enough to turn around and peek over my shoulder. I was the type who yelled at the girls in scary movies who did so.”




 “Be a good girl for me and I’ll save you from the big, bad Horde King. I’m coming to get you, Pet, so remember you just admitted that you need me. Watch for me tomorrow, and don’t let these people talk you into doing anything stupid…like killing the Horde King who can’t be killed by just fucking anybody.”
  “You gonna scale the walls and be my Prince Charming?” I asked, raising a delicate brow in question.
  “No Pet, I’ll be your Prince Fucking Charming,” he smiled wickedly and disappeared.



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