PRECIOUS
FATE
Hands of Fate
2
AVAILABLE DECEMBER
17TH
Stavros Siracusa traveled the world collecting antiques and
artifacts that were hard to find. He built a reputation as the go-to man when
someone was looking for something specific. But he had no idea he would find a
gargoyle statue at a garden party in his own hometown that it would change his
entire world.
When
sorcery interfered in finding his Beloved, Xander willingly allowed the Gods of
Olympus to place him in hibernation as a stone statue. A drop of his Beloved’s
blood and the strong beat of his heart drew Xander from his deep slumber and
tossed him into a world that is more dangerous than any battle he has ever
fought.
Armed
with the knowledge that they were meant to be together, Stavros and Xander
accept the fate of the Gods. But the Brotherhood is up to their old tricks and
betrayal will come from within, tearing the two lovers apart. When Stavros gets
kidnapped, Xander isn’t even sure the Gods can save the most precious thing in
the world—his Beloved.
STORY
EXCERPT
“The Battle of Hirmera was
bloody, but our warriors made it through. Our temples still stand
strong.”
Lachesis smiled as she remembered the words her cousin
had told her and her sisters, regaling them with tales of bravery. The battle
had been a long one, a bloody one. They had lost many people on both sides, both
warriors and innocents. But the battle was over and it was once again time to
count their blessings and weave the fabric of time.
Lachesis’s
sister Clotho, one of the three spinners of fate, sat beside Lachesis singing of the things that are as she spun and
weaved the threads of life on her spindle for the latest soul placed in her
keeping. It was a duty given to Lachesis and her
sisters before time began by their father, Zeus, and one they did with a
steadfast dedication.
Lachesis sang of the things that were as she measured
the threads woven by Clotho. It was her job to measure the thread of life
allotted to each person with her measuring rod, choosing the lot in life a
mortal would have and measuring off how long that life would
be.
Beside them both sat Atropos, singing of the things that
are to be as she cut the threads of life. She chose the manner of each person's
death; and when their time came, she cut their life-thread with ‘her abhorred shears’.
They
were the Moirai sisters, the Three Hands of Fate. They controlled the threads of
life of every mortal from birth until death. At the moment of birth, they spun
the threads of destiny, because birth ordained death. They give mortals at birth
both evil and good moments, determining when they were brought into the world,
and when they left.
Lachesis reached for another length of thread from her
sister’s basket. Clotho had chosen the souls from the abyss and woven them into
her threads then entwined the two life threads together. Once she was done, she
placed the threads into a basket and then it was Lachesis’s
turn.
Lachesis drew the two long threads out and measured
them, checking for consistency between the entwined life spans. After a recent
experience where two soul mates who should have been born during the same time
period, but were separated by sorcery, they were being especially vigilant.
Very
few times in the history of man had there been a snag in the fabric of time—the
fall of Babylon, Pompeii, the Black Plague, the two great wars that had covered
the entire surface of the world, numerous earthquakes and tsunamis, and chia
pets, just to name a few.
And
every time, mischievous and often evil forces had been at
work.
Lachesis hummed happily as she smoothed the entwined
threads between her fingers, and then stretched them out along her measuring
rod. As she went to measure the segment, choosing the length of time the mortals
would live, the two threads unraveled, separating.
Lachesis blinked in bewilderment. That had never
happened before, not even when Mount
Vesuvius erupted in AD 79. That had been a complete disaster, with over 16,000
people dying. Natural disasters happened. It was a fact of life. But the
eruption of Mount Vesuvius had been caused by sorcery.
Lachesis pulled the two threads together and stretch
them out along her measuring rod. The second she let go of them, they fell apart
again. Lachesis swallowed hard as she lifted the two threads into her
hand.
“Sister, did you entwine these two
threads?”
Clotho leaned over, peering down at the two red threads.
“Did you pull them from my basket?”
“Yes.”
“Then
I entwined them.” Clotho grabbed the two threads and spun them around in her
hands. “What did you do to them?”
“I
have done nothing to them!” Lachesis clenched her jaw so she wouldn’t snap at
her sister. This was not Clotho’s fault. “I picked them out of your basket and
stretched them along my measuring rod. The moment I let go of them, they simply
fell apart.”
“Hmm.” Clotho wrapped both threads on her spindle and
started spinning them again. Once both threads were entwined again, she
unwrapped them and handed them back to Lachesis. “Here, this should do
it.”
Maybe
it had just been an accident.
Lachesis took the entwined threads and stretched them
out along her measuring rod. The moment she let go of them, the two threads
started to unwind and fall apart. “Sister!”
“I
don’t understand,” Clotho said. “I’ve spun them twice. There is no reason why
they should not stay together. They are destined soul
mates.”
ADULT
EXCERPT
“Say yes, Beloved.” Xander
leaned closer, rubbing his cheek along Stavros’s, covering the man in his scent.
He’d rub himself all over Stavros if he thought he could get away with it. “Say
you will be mine.”
Stavros pursed his lips for a moment before answering,
“Okay.”
It took every ounce of
Xander’s years of training to keep control and not attack his Beloved. Will
power alone was holding him back, and he wanted to claim Stavros, not give him a
heart attack. This had to be done right. Xander had waited so fucking long for
this that he feared it being over in a heartbeat.
Xander gave Stavros a low
throaty growl, climbing up Stavros’s body in a slow and seductive prowl,
drinking his Beloved in with his eyes. He snaked his arms around Stavros’s
waist, pulling him closer until he could feel his Beloved’s erection pressing
into his own.
The friction was maddening.
Holding his weight on his
arms, Xander lowered his mouth to Stavros’s, tilting his head to one side as he
ran his tongue over Stavros’s lips, nipping the bottom one. Xander lowered his
upper torso back down so he could nuzzle Stavros’s neck, the urge to bite making
his gums throb along with his cock.
Xander’s hand snaked down
between them, dipping beneath the waistband of Stavros’s jeans. He ran his thumb
over the moist head of Stavros’s cock, smearing the pre-come around and
squeezing lightly.
Xander’s other hand slid
into the back of Stavros’s jeans, running his finger down Stavros’s crack,
tapping at the puckered hole. He ran his hands over the flare of his mate’s
buttocks, squeezing both nicely rounded globes.
Stavros moaned, hitching a
leg up onto Xander’s hip, pressing even closer. Xander pulled back to see his
Beloved’s flushed cheeks, lust eating up his irises. Stavros’s aroused passion
was making Xander’s grow stronger. His cock was burning to take possession of
his Beloved.
Xander wrapped an arm
around Stavros’s waist, raising him up and ripping his pants off with the other
hand. He sat the naked man down on the mattress, staring at his beautiful cock.
It was long and thin, the head a deep red color. The thin patch of pubic hair
lay softly around his prick.
Xander reached down,
running a finger around his mate’s cock and taking in its beauty. He watched
Stavros’s cock jump at his touch, pre-cum dripping down the side of the head. He
was fascinated at the intimate touch, seeing the contrast between his golden
fingers and Stavros’s pale skin.
Xander lay back down over
Stavros, fisting his Beloved’s cock in his hand. He kissed Stavros, pouring all
his emotions into that one intimate act. A web of arousal spun around him as he
squeezed his Stavros’s shaft, his thumb caressing over the leaking head,
stroking his thick length.
“I’m coming, Xander!”
Stavros’s creamy white seed erupted before he was even done screaming, covering
Xander’s hand. Stavros fucked Xander’s hand with quick snaps, pumping until it
seemed his balls were emptied.
Xander grabbed both of
Stavros’s ankles in one hand, and then pushing them back to Stavros’s chest.
Stavros’s tight hole smiled up at him, and Xander’s teeth began to ache.
“We need oil.” He would do
nothing that caused his Beloved pain, not even if it meant never feeling the
delight of his body. He really needed
some oil.
“Oil?” Stavros
panted.
“Something to smooth the
way.”
“Lube, you need lube.”
Stavros gulped. “Pocket of my jeans.”
Confused, but willing to
give his Beloved the benefit of the doubt, Xander reached down and grabbed the
torn jeans off the floor. He pushed his hands inside one of the pockets until he
felt a small square tube. Xander’s confusion grew when he pulled it out. He had
never seen a contraption like this before in his life.
“Beloved,
what—”
“Later,” Stavros growled as
he grabbed the tube and ripped one end off before pouring a liberal amount on
Xander’s fingers.
A smile started to spread
across Xander’s lips as he rubbed his fingers together. He made sure they were
well lubed up then speared two fingers into Stavros’s tight, awaiting hole,
watching as his Beloved began rocking back on his fingers. He held Stavros in
place again, adding a third digit. Xander watched in awe as his fingers were
swallowed repeatedly.
It was the most erotic
sight Xander had ever seen.
Xander’s cock throbbed in
his hand. He wasn’t going to last. Xander got to his knees, lubing then lining
his cock up with Stavros’s tight hole. He pushed past the ring of muscle,
groaning at the feel. He put his hands on either side of Stavros’s waist,
watching his cock being swallowed as Stavros’s skin stretched around his
shaft.
“Xander,” Stavros moaned as
Xander thrust hard and deep. His Beloved bucked, wrapped his ankles around
Xander’s back, and bowed his back for him to go even deeper. Xander dug his
fingers into Stavros’s hips as he plunged up into a tight, sweet sheath. Stavros
grabbed Xander’s forearms, making whining noises again, louder this
time.
Oh,
fuck, nothing in life felt better than this.
Xander’s fangs punched down
through his gums, and he leaned over Stavros, nipping at his jaw line. Stavros
rolled his head to one side, exposing his neck, pushing it at Xander’s mouth.
Xander struck, locking Stavros in place as his hips rocketed into his tight
ass.
Xander growled and pulled
harder at his neck, drawing in his Beloved’s essence. He lost himself for a
moment, forgetting to take only a small amount. Stavros cried out, shooting his
release between them.
His mate was glorious.
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