Destined (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (reading books for 6 year olds .TXT) 📖

you’ve got school tomorrow.” She said, walking and plucking her son from Cara who merely stepped back and looked to her feet.

“School, fuck. Forget about that. Party’s over everyone! And if anyone dare to leave my house like this in the morning there will be all hell to pay.” Molly said, gathering up her heard of children and guiding them to the staircase.

Chapter 30

Luna groaned as she sat up putting a hand on her stomach and her head.

“What the hell?” She only responded this way when she ate too much… or she was bewitched.  She knew for a fact it wasn’t the first one, so that only left one question. Her red hair fell over her face as she snarled and looked around her room.

“Who the fuck bewitched me?” The door opened and Alissa strolled in, a bright pink shirt on and dark jeans, with her mouth open only to close quickly then smile in confusion.

“Oh, you’re up. Well you’ve got to go downstairs, mom made breakfast and we’ve got to be outta here in thirty minutes.” She was going to leave but her sisters snarl stopped her.

“Who bewitched me?” She growled, standing up and narrowing her eyes. Alissa put her hands in her pockets, a slight smirk on her face, and shrugged.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rosa.” She said, knowing good and damn well exactly what she was talking about.

“Alissa, let me advise you, I see how this ends and it’s not well.” Her sisters’ smile grows wider as she shrugs and backs away from the threshold.

“If I were you I’d hop in the shower, you smell an awful lot like him.” Luna’s claws came out and just as she was about to  lunge for her sisters’ pretty little face her mother stopped her.

“If anyone of you comes down here with a single scratch I will, personally, give you the sex talk with mommy and daddy dolls!” Luna gulped and relaxed.

“See ya later sis.” Alissa said, flouncing from the threshold with her red ponytail swishing back and forth.

“I’m glad I didn’t tell you who he was!”

“I’m glad you almost kissed Ander!” To that she damn near fainted, but trusted herself to not do something so stupid.

 

                She stretched, yawning, as she turned over in her bed. A hard body pressed into her and gripped her closer, squeezing a gigantic hand over her hip. She opened her eyes quickly and looked up to see a rugged face peering down into hers. He was beautiful when he slept, she could see the laugh lines around his mouth, the crinkling around his eyes made her smile. She’d torment him later about that, but for now she’d admire the new mate she’d been given. His black hair was unbelievably curly and, if she could recall from waking up once during the night and her hand residing there, unnaturally soft. He sighed deeply in his sleep and nestled her closer against his body, making her aware of his little friend that poked into her belly. Her body responded immediately, creating a pool of wetness between the junction of her thighs. She looked down between them and cursed mentally, looking up at the sound of his deep inhale. His eyes popped open, immediately amber, and looked into her wide blue ones.

“How long have you been up?” He asked, his voice rumbly with sleep and lust.

“For about five minutes, not long.” She said blushing a virgins’ blush and looking at his chest. Was his chest bare when I was ogling him? she asked herself, gulping down spit that had gathered in her mouth.

“I went to sleep without a shirt on, so I believe it was.” She looked into his eyes and rolled her own.

“And who said you could sleep in my bed? With or without a shirt on?” She asked, loving how the side of his mouth kicked up The hand that wasn’t on her hip raised up and touched the back of her neck, trailing a whimper soft trail down to the middle of her back.

“This does.” He whispered, his face suddenly being closer to hers. Her lips parted a little and he took that as a sign to move in. His lips claimed hers slowly, moving over hers in the way of a passionate lover. She moaned and responded instantly, bringing her hands up to rest on his chest and kissing him back slowly, tasting everything. He was so sweet, like the cotton candy she used to eat with her father, or the sweet tea her Aunt Gretchen used to make every time her and Van would come over. Slowly the kiss grew more passionate, more intense, and more love-filled. She got up on her knees, keeping her lips on his and slid one hand through his amazingly soft hair. He whimpered as his fingers twitched on her hip.

“Valerie, we’ve got to stop.” He moaned against her lips as she straddled his belly, pressing her hot core against his abdomen muscles.

“Yeah, later.” She responded, rubbing his arms and his hair as her hips moved against their will on top of him. Although she was covered in pajama shorts and a thin t-shirt it suddenly felt bare.

“Valerie, please stop.” He whimpered against her mouth, gripping her hips hard and rocking his hardness against her bottom.

“Mhm.” She sighed, rubbing faster and moaning wildly. The friction was to much, too large for her. It didn’t help that he kept squeezing her hip in time with the rubbing. She threw her head back and groaned loudly as her juices came out of her slowly, he grunted and squeezed her hips still rubbing his hardness against her bottom. She whimpered, as his rubbing made her rub against him too.

“Oh John.” She sighed softly, unraveling him and making his body tense up. She could feel his hot seed through his flannel pants. Their eyes collided, amber against blue, as they both panted and their bodies still shook with the power of their releases. She opened her mouth to speak but the door opened and Isaac stood there, opening his mouth to say something.

“Oh my God… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“We weren’t-“ They both said at the same time. She slid off of his father and stood with her arms braced.

“We weren’t doing anything, I promise.” She said, stepping away from the bed to prove her point. John growled and grabbed her wrist, then pulled her down on the bed, wrapping his arms around her.

“This is my new mate, Valerie.” He said to his son simply, black overriding amber to look at his son. Isaac’s hazel gaze landed on hers and he smiled gently.

“I won’t call you mom.”

“If you did, I’d probably pimp slap the shit out of you.” He laughed and shook his head, then closed the door. John looked down at her and smirked.

“You’d slap the shit out of a puppy?”

“That puppy has taken a ninja star to the leg… I’m pretty sure he’d be able to handle a pimp slap.”

“Especially if it came from a tinker fairy.” He snorted, then regretted it as she slapped his arm and stood up, walking to the door.

“I was kidding.” He said, chuckling and holding out his hand to her, she didn’t even look back but she did add sway into her hips as she walked the rest of the way to the door.

“Val-“

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” She said, throwing a coy look over her shoulder, he raised a brow and she raised one back. She shrugged, and moved to walk out the door.

“Guess I’ll be cold and all alone, I wonder if I’d be able to warm myself up-“ The sentence wasn’t even finished before he was out of the bed and she was running, half squealing and half laughing, to the guest bathroom.

 

                She was sitting there, minding her own business, eating cereal with her little sister. She knew that the minute landed one foot on the school perimeter he would seek her out and torment her about whatever happened last night. She was positive she didn’t do anything stupid like kiss him, or profess her undying love to him in front of everybody. So what else could there be? This was exactly why she hated being the Red Luna, she couldn’t see her own fate lines, so anything majorly important that happened to her in the past she would forget as if it were a dream. She knew someone bewitched her, and that was about as far as her knowledge went.

“Look Luna, I made a pretty butterfly!” Libby yelled, her mouth full of cheerios and bananas. She looked at the picture and smiled, there were a few circles that extended from a stick.

“That is a really pretty butterfly, Libby, we’ve got to eat faster though.”

“That would be highly appreciated.” Her father said walking in with his constructor pants and a tank top, he kissed his daughters heads in turn and swooped up a spoonful of Libby’s cheerios.

“Daddy!”

“What I’m hungry!?”

“Thomas! Leave them alone!! They’re getting ready to leave!!” Molly screamed from upstairs making him eat another spoonful of cereal, only from Luna. He looked up only to choke on the spoonful to find his mate standing there with her arms crossed and a hip cocked.

“Oh, hey.” His voice wavered as he swallowed the cereal. She pursed her lips and raised a brow, he sighed and stepped back from the daughters who were smiling into their cereal.

“OK, girls, come on. We’re gonna be late.” Molly said, rubbing their hair as they stood and put their bowls in the sink.

“EVERYONE INTO THE CAR THE CRAZY TRAIN IS ON THE ROAD!!!” She yelled, kissing her mate on the lips quickly and walking into the living room.

“TWO DIFFERENT MODES OF TRANSPORTATION MOM!!” Jesse yelled as footsteps sounded on the stairs.

“I’M GONNA PUNCH YOU IN THE HEAD JESSE!!” She growled, smiling and kissing her son on the forehead as he passed. She walked outside and watched as the rest of the kids piled out.

“Child check!” Each child yelled their name and she nodded.

“Let’s roll.”

 

                Ander watched as Rosa walked, her green eyes scathing as they landed upon him. She was on a straight war path and his jaw ached in memory of what had happened the night before. If this was going to work he had to be on her good side. Probably wouldn’t work, but he had to try.

“Luna, you look… your hair… hi Luna.” He said, stuttering on words that would aid him.

“What do you want, runt?” He locked his jaw for a few seconds, fighting against saying something that would end with them landing in Principal Son’s office.

“I was hoping to talk about last night.” Fear shone in her eyes quickly before relief flashed, then anger again.

“What’s there to talk about?” She snapped, crossing her arms and pursing her lips.

“Since it seems we can’t be around each other for more than five minutes-“

“It’s been more than five minutes.”

“I propose we muster a truce-“

“It’s a stupid proposition, if you think about it.”

“In order to keep the peace-“

“There will never be any peace between us.”

“Why do you keep interrupting me!?” He growled, she shrugged, humor lighting her big green eyes.

“Quite frankly it entertains me, and  you’re accent makes you sound comical. Now if you’re