All Chapters of DEFYING FATE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"It’s been a long time for me," Sophie whispered. "And you feel so good."Her words trailed off in a moan as Sage pushed as hard as she could. He withdrew and thrust again, feeling the walls of her channel grip and contract around him."Holy crap," he rasped, hissing with the pleasure of it.Already, another orgasm was ratcheting up within him.Sophie’s climax was swiftly building too. She took him deeper with every furious pound of their meeting flesh, clutching at his shoulders and panting as her body’s need overtook her.Sage could feel her pleasure in each stroke of his fingers on her flesh, each silken caress of her core. Her emotion seeped into him from every point of contact, swamping him with a surfeit of sensation. He absorbed everything she gave him, all his focus on bringing her toward a shattering release.His wolf howled. Wanting to mark the woman.He kissed her passionately, with tongue, teeth, and a fang. Sophie met him every inch of the way, and when he felt the sharp

Robinson Pack: The next day, Sophie and Sage talked like strangers again, both ignoring the need to talk about what happened to them."I need to rescue my sister, Sage. We have wasted so many days already, and I can't wait anymore." Sophie growled as she looked up at the windows outside his library."But—""I don't care if you say I'm not ready yet," she sighed. "I can't wait—""I don't know, Sophie, but in the past, seers were hunted by all supernatural creatures.""Why?"Hunted? She doesn't care. She couldn't just let her sister die. What if, oh God, she doesn't want to think about such dreadful thoughts? Her brain can only properly quell anxiety after the crisis. So for now, she needed to calm herself around Sage and remember her yoga thoughts—those who have mastered themselves to be calm can achieve good thoughts. She needed to let him see how fucking calm she was, even though she was dying to have him in her bed again."Because seers' blood was so potent and powerful that anyone

Waiting was never Sophie’s forte; she groaned and watched the golden threads of morning light transform her earlier ordeals into an ambient positiveness. In the wash of the new light, however, her face took on the appearance of an obsolete portrait: "Ahhh! This air is so fresh, I can die with it." She muttered under her breath as she closed her eyes; her jaw went slack. Sophie watched as it brought her naked skin into focus, not yet vitalizing with the warmth of who she was: a lost, fucking naked hybrid predator who stood wide-arm like some crazy suicidal maniac. I might as well kill Sage for this sh*t. She thought to herself. Looking around, she shouted at Greg, who was fast asleep in the cold dirt. "Greg, are you awake?" She asked but received no response. "Hayyyys!" Sophie sighed and began wandering around. She was still in the landscape of the cold mountain, and since there was no better thing to do but to bring her body so close that her hearts synchronized with the earthy creat

A while later, they began their journey as he carried the unconscious Landon, Greg, and Sophie in tow.From a faraway expanse, even from the elevated ridges, Sophie could see the ancient massive oak trees and an assortment of birch for as far as the eyes could see, moss-green fields intersected by stone markers being hosted by slaves and serfs in jute clothing. With her enhanced eyesight, she saw the horses trundle by hauling the scattered plow, steam surging like spirits from their withers. An underprivileged medieval village below consisted not only of the built-up area of cottages, old buildings, grasslands, wooden huts, and orchards but also the surrounding fields from which the dwellers derived their livelihoods."I wonder how hard it is to find a decent soup in this era," Sophie grumbled.Greg smiled and said, "Well, if I'm not mistaken, under King James I, soap makers were given 'special privileges' and the soap industry started developing more rapidly, although soaps were gene

"How did you know me?" Sage asked the old woman."I expected nothing less, and I know about your memory loss too," she replied, motioning for them to come inside her little abode."I might need you to tell me about my stay here, woman," Sage announced as he leaned on the walls and eyed Sophie, who was now smiling and giving him a knowing smirk."Is that a rogue on your shoulder, Alpha Sage?" the old woman asked."Yes, he needs help, unfortunately. Can I count on you to help with this one? He is my, um, brother.""You have a brother?""Yes.""And why was he rogue?""I don't know, he was not supposed to be here. But as you see, he is here.""Eallriht then, anything you ask, my lord. You know how grateful we are to see you again, and it's our great honor. So any help we can offer is our proud service to you; my family was indebted to you, after all."Sage plopped the unconscious man on the little bed in the far corner of the small cottage. "Do everything for him to regain his consciousne