Beyond Fate (Beyond Book 1.5) by Lee McCormick

Author:Lee McCormick [McCormick, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lee McCormick
Published: 2024-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Jayce

“Fuck, I was off by a lifetime, wasn’t I?” The soft echo of Clay’s voice in my head had a floating quality that told me I was dreaming — but I’d had this dream before, and I knew I didn’t want to have it again. That didn’t stop me from looking down at the man in my arms.

He wasn’t bleeding — he looked fine. His hair was lighter than the Clay I knew, but his eyes were the same, bright hazel… except they weren’t bright when he looked up at me. They were dim, dulling. They were in pain, and they were filled with tears.

“Maybe in our next life, things will be different? It can be you and me. Maybe we’ll finally fit. Soulmates, right? So maybe…”

“Clay…” I whispered the word, but the tone wasn’t mine. It was huskier, angrier, it was…

I was…

I jerked myself out of the dream before the life drained from his eyes. At my chest, someone stirred, and my entire body froze.

He was here — he was still here, curled around me with one leg threaded between my own like he wanted to make sure I didn’t escape in the middle of the night. My sudden, startled movement didn’t wake him, though. After a second, he burrowed his face against my chest and settled again.

In all the ways I’d dreamed about him, in all the ways I’d wanted him for as long as I could remember, none of those memories seemed to match up to the reality that was in front of me.

He was strong in my arms, all lean muscle, hidden behind a visage of innocence. I’d seen the way he killed that man — I’d seen the coldness that tore through him like an ice storm. He wasn’t everything he was showing me, and I might have been upset if it were anyone else.

Somehow, I’d known there would be something different about Clay.

Maybe it was because I’d seen every possible side of him when I closed my eyes?

I didn’t know. I just knew that I wanted whatever he was willing to give me, whatever part of him he’d let loose.

Last night proved I didn’t have the strength to resist him anymore. I could still taste him on my tongue, could still remember every little helpless sound he made while he gagged himself on my cock, trying to be… what… trying to be good for me?

Fuck.

I wanted to stay motionless, but my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. One was already clasped around him, holding him just as firmly as he held me — so maybe I was making sure he didn’t leave, either — but the other was free and carefully traced the lines of his face. He was beautiful, and so much softer when he slept than when he was awake.

His expression was peaceful, and it was only now that I realized how calculating and put together it usually was. He kept a mask up when we interacted because he had to be the man he wanted me to see.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.