Threads of Fate

by Lexi Esme

“This isn’t the way to my house."

“I'm sorry, when have you been to my house?”

“It didn’t take long for me to fall madly in love with you.” He chuckled harshly. “And you rejected me.”

I followed you home every day to make sure you were safe…and alone.”

“Tinkering with your car was my play in our game, but how about we skip the song and dance we’ve been doing for two years and get to the point? Things have gotten dicey at work, and we need to get out of town for a bit.”

Shredded clothing. Bones. Disturbingly familiar-looking shapes, swathed, cocooned, in thick layers of a fine white fabric substance. And lacing the walls, miles of silvery threads. Spiderwebs?

as the creature’s leg twists inside of him.

Did he think he had saved me?

Gary claimed to want to help me...he didn't have the intention of hurting me either. Until he did,

four arms,

“I cannot leave here.”

"I’m sorry you can’t leave!" I say, "No one should have to be alone.”

“You called out to me. And I know your name. I addressed you as Amata for a reason.” I scarcely dare to breathe, “And why's that?” He lifts a hand to caress the side of my face, making warmth crawl up my neck and cheeks. “Because where I’m from, Amata is a term of affection we give to our destined wives.”

“I’m here because...you’re my wife.”

Just like that, I am hers.

“Great. Human or not, men still don’t listen.”

"We can work," I assure her. "I'm not that different from you. If you need time to adjust, I can give you time. Soon enough, we will do anything normal married couples of your species do."

“This is my human form. I take it from the look on your face, you agree we are at the bare minimum, anatomically matched?”

“You would destroy me,” I blurt, then quickly slam my hand over my mouth, heat rising up my face. "Adorable." He chuckles softly, sending a ripple of goosebumps across my skin. “And, what if I promise to be gentle?”

His hands on my body, on my face, his lips against mine. I imagine his thick, manhood thrusting inside of me, his cock filling me so completely I can't help but cry out.

the water glistening on her slick deep brown skin, soaking her dark, beautiful coiling hair, running down her backside and legs, coating her like a second skin, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

“Don’t apologize for touching what belongs to you,”

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. That is my word.”

lightly scratching the inside of my thigh with his teeth.

“Get it away from me!” Sephtis exclaims, his eyes wide and fangs bared in a snarl as he flaps the spatula back and forth. “What the hell Sephtis?! Why did you web Mr. Muffins?!”

I was trying to catch you breakfast! I tried to free the hell cat, and then it struck out and scratched me!” He pouts at me and shows me the scratch on his pinky. “It hurt, too. Mr. Muffins might sound delicious in theory, but I assure you, he is NOTHING of the sort.”

"Cute. Of all the things you could say about me, you find me 'cute?'"

I'm torn between laughter and being unable to breathe.

“Oh? And, what do you want me to do?”

he cups my ass and presses a knee between my legs.

“I have been waiting to do that since we first met. I thought you were beautiful the moment I laid my eyes on you, Rhianne.”

"Okay Muffins," He says, facing Mr. Muffins. "I have a band-aid and a kiss from the wife. Bring it on."

he’d been embezzling money from clients for years.”

not taking his offer for a ride saved your life last night.”

Mr. Edwards attempted to lure you into his car, and you declined and walked away. Having your car towed instead was the right choice.”

“Better yet, how about you repeat what you just said to my wife?” Todd’s eyes cross as he gawks at Sephtis, who looms over his smaller frame, like a predator with his prey. The lights in Visionaries buzz, their intensity increasing with every step Sephtis takes to close the distance.

My Amata is backed into a corner when she doesn't deserve to be. This man has no right to speak to her this way, and I can tell she's hurt by his cruel accusatory words.

they mind their business, as they should.

“Do I look like I give a fuck? Repeat what you said so that her husband might hear you.”

lifts out the slice of bread and an avocado half I'd lovingly packaged for her.

She leans her head against my shoulder for the rest of the drive, and suddenly, it's like nothing else exists. In that moment, I'm a happy husband.

"You can’t kill everyone that says or does something to me you don’t like.” “Yes, I can,”

Are we about to have our first fight?”

“You want me to eat you, is that correct? Well, come over here, and I’d be happy to

oblige. So be careful what you wish for, sweet Amata.”

“There is something quite special about my bite. Would you like me to show you?”

I come hard,

“The venom in my fangs is a powerful aphrodisiac, a little bit leaves my victims temporarily paralyzed in an orgasmic state, and entirely relaxed."

"It’s an amusing way to subdue my prey. You’ll still be able to see, to hear, to talk, to feel everything – but you won’t be able to move or resist me. I’ll be in total control, and you’ll be forced to experience every inch of yourself begging for my touch. Every utterance, moan, or whimper of pleasure you make will only fuel my deep hunger for you...I can't help but find pleasure in how horrifying it must be to unwillingly enjoy dying.”

"I'm going to claim you," he says, his voice a rumble, "I will take you, every inch of you, I won't stop until I've had my fill..."