Fated Quotes

“I'm gonna ask ye ladies a question, and I bloody expect to be answered," he growled. "Who's the scoundrel been doin' some unwanted rootin' of yer cunts for pay?”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Their relationship would continue to grow, to change. There would always be pain, and they would be tested... Their triad had the shakiest of foundations, based as it was on mistrust, jealousy, and deception. But ships didn't need pillars pounded into the earth; no, they needed strong, protective hulls that could carry them over the ever-changing waves of an uncaring sea. With trust, hope... love--all things they had built together--they could weather anything.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“We don't beat the reaper by living longer, we beat the reaper by living well and living fully. Randy Pausch”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Don’t… I want you looking at me,” he said softly, kissing the older man’s bottom lip. Baltsaros opened his eyes, and when Jon reached down to begin stroking the captain’s cock, the hoarse groan that burst from him sounded raw. Baltsaros kept his eyes on Jon’s, desire and devotion giving him an almost pained expression as he breathed heavily in time to Tom’s thrusts. Behind Baltsaros, the first mate’s grunts began to be punctuated by broken, sobbing sighs, and Jon voiced a soft moan of his own. “Don’t hold back.” In response, Tom let out a growl, a deep, desperate thing that sounded like it was torn from his chest, and Baltsaros bucked hard against Jon as the first mate came inside him. Jon waited until Tom had stilled, panting loudly, before he pushed him away from the captain. “Fuck…” panted Tom. Jon shifted lower on the mattress and quickly took Baltsaros’s cock nearly to the root into his mouth. It was only a matter of seconds before he swallowed down the captain’s salty-bitter cum with Baltsaros’s fingers twisting almost cruelly in his hair as he cried out in pleasure.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Baltsaros let out a sudden sharp breath and his brow furrowed, eyes locked on Jon’s. Tom had obviously found the nerve to do as he was asked and let out a soft grunt as he thrust his hips forward slowly against the captain. A sound caught in Jon’s throat, and he nodded quickly. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Fuck him deep, Tom.” Jon couldn’t explain to himself why he needed to make them do this, only that it ate up some of the anger and shame that he was carrying around like lead in his belly. It was as if he needed to restore some of the power and control that had been ripped from him. He lifted himself up on one elbow to watch Tom and Baltsaros; the first mate’s side glistened with sweat as he fucked the captain slowly with brows pinched together and eyes closed with his efforts. Jon reached out and placed a hand on Tom’s ass, coaxing him to move faster. “This is for you, not for him,” he said, and found that though he was sated, the sight of Tom ploughing into Baltsaros had his cock again at half-mast. “Gods, that’s gorgeous. Don’t hold back… Do you like fucking him? Do you like having your cock in his ass?” Tom let out a small moan and fucked the captain harder, curling his arm around Baltsaros’s chest possessively; though he didn’t reply, he sighed a word. “Da.” Jon touched himself, teasing the head of his cock as Tom worked himself closer using Baltsaros’s body. He lay back down and saw that Baltsaros had closed his eyes.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Eventually, there was a small grunt of assent from Tom, and he curled his warm body behind Baltsaros’s. With a gentle hand, he carefully manoeuvred Baltsaros into a suitable position so he could penetrate him. Though he couldn’t see Tom, the captain could tell how apprehensive he was. The captain had to laugh. “I’m not made of glass,” he said, opening his eyes. Jon’s cheek dimpled in the briefest of smiles. Tom mumbled something against his skin; though he didn’t catch what it was, it sounded like either a prayer or a curse. Or, he thought with a smile, it could be both. However, his levity was broken a moment later when Tom’s cockhead pushed hard against his opening and began to slide tight into his body.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Baltsaros winced and made a small sound in the back of his throat; he was so tense that a tremor went through him. He didn’t know how to voice what he felt at Jon’s words. Heart thundering and breathing made difficult, he hesitated only a moment longer before turning on his side. Baltsaros lay there, amazed at how easy it was to obey Jon. Without quite knowing why he did, Baltsaros realized that he completely trusted him. “Tom, this isn’t always. This is just right now,” said Jon. “Just for me.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Lungs heaving, Jon lay still for only a moment before he pulled out of Baltsaros. Hand on the captain’s shoulder, he roughly turned him onto his back. Jon’s eyes were dark as he leaned over him. “It’s Tom’s turn now,” he said quietly, his breathing ragged. Baltsaros frowned, wondering if he had misheard. “Jon?” said Tom. He sounded more confused than aroused. “It’s ok, Tom,” said Jon, gaze locked on Baltsaros. There was power there. A challenge… and yet, affection. “He’ll submit because I want him to and because he loves you. And… He loves me.” He stroked the side of Baltsaros’s face, lips barely moving as he spoke in a hush. “Baltsaros, I want to watch Tom take you.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Jon finally stopped his slow tease, and he forced his cock into Baltsaros, slow and hard until his hips were flush against the captain. When Baltsaros tensed and gave a small, pained grunt as Jon opened him up, Tom drew back, his eyes wide. His hand slid down from where it rested on Baltsaros’s side to his hips. Understanding dawned on his face as he realized exactly what was happening. With a raw-sounding moan, he shifted close enough that their cocks touched and pulled the captain’s leg up onto his thigh. Baltsaros’s pulse soared, and he felt a surge of lust from the naked desire in Tom’s eyes as the first mate held onto him while Jon fucked him slowly from behind. Jon’s teeth closed on skin again—there was no doubt in the captain’s mind that he would be marked and sore, but it made him groan in encouragement. With panted grunts, Jon fucked into him faster, more frantic, and Tom and Jon’s hands clawed lines of pain over his skin as he was savaged by the first mate’s fevered kiss. Then Jon let out a strangled cry and buried his face into the back of the captain’s neck as his thrusts went erratic, a few deep plunges followed by a series of shallow strokes that sent a sweet pulse into Baltsaros’s core.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Do I want this? Tom quested forward to kiss him again, and Baltsaros let the first mate’s soft lips take his, passionate and slow. Jon shuddered behind him, his cock stroking over Baltsaros’s pucker again, a little teasing push, then away, so slippery that the captain thought Jon must have slicked his cock with oil while he lay kissing Tom. Another pass of Jon’s cockhead caused Baltsaros to push back, losing himself in the first mate’s embrace, their mouths locked and tongues seeking. Yes, he did want this. If Jon needed to use him to reclaim the sense of control he had lost, so be it.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Conflicted, Baltsaros let himself be moved so that Jon could rub the swollen head of his cock over the captain’s sensitive opening.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“My past is unimportant. It is what the future holds for me that will be my salvation—and that is the love of two broken creatures that I cherish more than life itself.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Life mates. Tom gave a little headshake at that new development. Said out loud, the words sounded ridiculous. However, it was all that he could do to keep grinning like a gormless twit every time he thought about just how much he’d liked hearing them.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Jon turned to Tom and saw that the first mate’s expression hovered somewhere between amusement and awe. Tom just shook his head slowly. “I’m as gobsmacked as you, ducky,” he said quietly.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Jon… Tom, this is Sister Iezabel,” said Baltsaros, saving Jon from doing anything else that might make him seem completely inept. “Sister Iezabel, Jon and Tom are my”—there was the slightest hesitation before the captain finished with a smile—“life mates.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Tom, Here is something that I hope will make you realize how very difficult it has been for me to face the emotions and memories I had to bury deep in the heartrending months following your abduction. Please accept it as a peace offering and understand that I desire nothing more than to stop this fighting and find common ground with you. Maybe then, when we have trust between us, I will have earned the right to call you son. Abetha”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Your mother gave it to me to give to you. She apologizes for not being able to see us off today but offered no excuse.” Brow creased, Tom turned the package over and pulled apart the twine holding it together. Inside was a piece of folded paper, and his mother’s perfume drifted off of it, giving Tom an unexpected pang. It was made worse when, on unfolding the paper, something dropped in his lap. Astounded, Tom picked it up and looked at it. Though carefully mended in a few places and obviously washed and ironed, it was the royal-blue silk handkerchief that he had stolen from his mother as a child. For a moment, he couldn’t swallow for the thick lump in his throat. “What is that?” asked Baltsaros, curious. Tom crushed the handkerchief in his palm and lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Nothin’ important,” he lied. That Abetha had kept and clearly cherished the little square of silk… He blinked a few times and was glad when the captain went back to filling the chest. He flattened the note against his knee and read it.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Nah. I was just remembering the first time I saw you,” he replied. “Oh?” Baltsaros’s gaze softened in amusement. “At the brothel?” “No, before. When I watched the ship come in. You know, I could swear that you looked straight up at me that day,” said Jon. After his capture, knowing that he’d been the sole purpose for the pirate ship’s stop in Portsmouth, he’d often wondered whether the captain had actually seen and recognized him that day. “Did you know it was me?” Baltsaros’s smooth brow crinkled. “How would I know it was you? I didn’t have a description of your appearance, only of your talents of observation.” He finished wrapping up his binoculars and placed them in the leather sack he had been filling. “Oh,” Jon said. He pulled the neck of the dark-grey coat closed and shivered a little. Despite the dazzling sunshine and green hills, it felt barely above freezing. He frowned. “What is it?” asked Baltsaros. “It’s just… I don’t know how it is you knew of me.” Jon glanced over at the captain. “It’s not as if I was written about outside of Portsmouth… Was I?”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Jon stared up at the rolling green hills to either side of the ship as they sailed slowly into the natural harbour. He’d been expecting snow, not short scrub grass dotted with black boulders and long-stemmed pink wildflowers blowing in the chilly breeze. It was summertime in Sormaheine.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Opening his lips over Tom’s cockhead, he closed his eyes, working his tongue in lazy circles and prodding the tip of it against the bundle of nerves beneath the smooth, swollen glans. Despite”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Not yet. Soon, but not yet. I want to fuck you first,” he murmured with a little smile. “You’re going to let me fuck you now, aren’t you?” He saw that Tom’s face was completely flushed, and his brows were pinched together. Breath hitching in his throat, Tom licked his lips. “Fuck,” he croaked. “Gods.” Baltsaros left Tom on the bed to grab the bottle of oil off the nearby table. “Yer a right bastard, ye know that?” Tom laughed breathlessly. “Ye’ve got me near beggin’ for yer cock in my arse when I said ye’d never have me.” “I’ve been told I can be rather persuasive.” “Bloody hells,” swore Tom as Baltsaros slid his oiled fingers back into his ass. He was panting like he had run a mile. When Baltsaros had finished slicking his cock and began to rub the head of it slowly over Tom’s puckered hole, Tom tensed again with a whimper. The captain stopped moving. “No. No, don’t fuckin’ stop, ye bastard. Don’t ye fuckin’ stop,” growled Tom through clenched teeth. “You want this?” asked the captain, his own breathing a little uneven. “Yes, fuck,” snarled Tom. Baltsaros pushed against Tom, not hard enough to penetrate, just to tease. Tom’s buttocks flexed, and he let out a soft cry, shifting his hips. Smiling, Baltsaros realized that Tom was trying to move towards him, not away. Then, a string of choked, frustrated-sounding curses burst from Tom, followed by a harsh laugh. “Fine. Ye bloody win, Da. Fuck me. Is that what yer waitin’ to hear?” he said, twisting his head to look back at Baltsaros. “Just bloody fuck me. Please.” The captain was almost startled by the fervid, furious passion he saw in Tom’s gorgeous eyes. He didn’t hesitate or tease, but obeyed Tom immediately and slid himself deep, groaning when Tom’s body yielded to him so easily.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“He brought the fingers of his other hand to his mouth and wet two of them. He gently worked them into Tom and his gasp brought more blood to Baltsaros’s cock. As he began to steadily stroke his fingers over Tom’s prostate, the sounds that came out of the bound man became shamelessly eager. He closed his eyes, relishing the subtle movements of Tom’s hips as he fucked him with his fingers. Tom let out a long, low moan and Baltsaros stopped and pulled away.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Tom lay in the center of the bed on his stomach, his arms bound to his torso, hands clasped above the cleft of his ass, and his legs spread wide. It was an impossibly delicious sight. He stroked his cock back to fullness, enjoying just looking at the immobilized young man on his bed. “Where d’ye go?” asked Tom after a moment, lifting his head. When he saw that Baltsaros was touching himself, he let out a barely heard groan. “Tell me what you want.” “Ye know that. Just said it, didnt’cha?” “I just want to make absolutely sure,” purred Baltsaros, taking a step closer regardless. There was a play of muscles in Tom’s jaw and a deep frown before he let his head sink back down. “I want ye to come lay yer bloody hands on me. Spank me if ye like… but make me feel somethin’, Da.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“What do you want?” Baltsaros reached again for Tom’s ankle but just held it in his hand. “Tell me.” “To kick yer bloody teeth in,” replied Tom, but he made no move to pull his leg away when Baltsaros slipped the rope around his ankle and bound it securely to the partially carved post. “Really?” Baltsaros stroked his hand all the way up the back of Tom’s thigh and then delivered a hard smack to his ass. “I don’t think so.” Tom’s breathing stilled for half a heartbeat, and Baltsaros smiled. He smacked him again, harder this time, and left his palm against the warming skin. “That,” whispered Tom raggedly against the coverlet. “Hm?” “I… I want that,” replied Tom. Oh, what did it cost him to admit to these things? “You want me to spank you?” Nothing at first but then a stiff nod from Tom. “Will you let me tie your other leg?” Another nod and an audible sigh when Baltsaros pulled the rope tight and knotted it off. He slipped off the mattress and stood back to admire his work.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“You’ll submit to me, Tom. Of your own free will.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“He needed to secure the ex-slave’s absolute trust; it had become curiously important to him that he be the first man not to take Tom in rape.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“One day yer all grab-hands and wantin’ to impale me on yer cock, the next yer treatin’ me like I ain’t nothin’ but a bloody builder.” “I want you, Tom,” said Baltsaros with a shrug. “And you’re going to submit to me.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“So you think the roving barbarians he described are the same bastards who destroyed your family?” asked Jon, handing it over. “Oh, yes,” breathed Baltsaros, his heart a steady thrum in his broad chest. He lifted the gem up to the sun again and stared at the etched lion. “We will find them, Jon. I can feel it.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Oh how you’ve changed, Baltsaros thought. But somehow, remarkably, Jon had retained much of his innocence; it had simply been altered a little to fit into the world he now lived. The captain wondered whether Jon realized that he had adapted without losing himself as he always feared.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption

“Jon pulled away to stare up into the captain’s eyes, his expression serious. “So I’m to be your moral compass?” he said after a few breaths. At the captain’s nod, one corner of Jon’s mouth quirked up momentarily, just a twitch. “And if I can’t stop you?” “That’s what Tom is for,” answered the captain, tugging gently on Jon’s curls.”
― Bey Deckard, Fated: Blood and Redemption