Fatal Attraction - The Immortals Fanfic
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liquidtearsTitle: Fatal Attraction
Fandom: Alyson Noel's book series The Immortals (book #4 Dark Flame)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don't own any character. Alyson Noel owns them all.
Summary: What if Ever does get into Roman's house when she feels that her friend Haven is not there?
Note: This takes place before her 17th birthday, so that would make Ever underage.
Ever runs all the way to Roman's house, the Beast's place, she has dubbed it, ever since she did a spell which backfired on her and now she has bound herself to Roman. He is all Ever can think about now, his touch, his smell, his face, his body, everything.
When she reaches the front door, she expects to feel her inside, her best friend Haven who she made an Immortal to prevent her death. Now Haven is all power-hungry, no matter how many times Ever tells her the rules and not to break them, to which Haven always replies with that she knows and that she would never tell anyone, not even their best friend Miles who is in Florence right now.
Clad in her see-through nightie, she stands in front of the beast's door, one step and she will quench that craving, that need, that obsession with Roman, and just having discovered that she does not feel Haven's presence there, she almost makes the decision to turn around around and run back to her house, delve into her bed all sweaty from her run, but just when she wants to turn around, she hears him call to her inside her mind.
"Why Ever, you look absolutely amazing... now, now, luv, that is not fair, coming here and enticing me with yer appearance and then thinking about leaving, do come in, Ever Bloom."
She turns around and her hand rests on the doorknob, gently turning it so the door opens.
He wills her to cross the threshold, now fully into his grasp so that she can't turn around and before she knows it was by her own self, she has closed the front door. Finding herself standing in the lion's den.
She finds Roman laying on the couch, having a cigarette to his lips and taking a drag from it. He blows perfect circles Ever's way until he lays it down in an ashtray and snuffs it out.
"Bloody hell, Ever, you look amazing... yes ya do." he says, smiling.
When our eyes meet, I am filled with longing, an intense need to be with him on the couch, that I don't even feel my feet working to join him, but somehow I feel his arms around me now. The Beauty is with his Beast.
He kisses me with passion, even feel his tongue touching mine. Why did I never get a french kiss from Damen? I wonder.
Damen, tall, dark and handsome six-hundred year boy who made me an Immortal, who I was always with in previous incarnations, in previous lifetimes, but always everytime someone made sure to come between us which ended in our deaths. Damen.
I gasp when I feel one of Roman's fingertips squeeze my nipple, which brings me right out of my Damen-induced thoughts. It hurt, but not as much as I initially thought, because it has filled me with an even more urge to be with Roman.
"Now, now, can't have ye thinking of that wanker Damen, now can I? No, yer here wit me."
With merely a thought from his side, our clothes are gone, simply vanished into thin air.
I flush crimson red, and cry out when he fills me completely. This is the moment, I think, the moment I have tried to wait for so long with Damen, but never could quite reach in each and every lifetime, and now, I'm here with our sworn enemy... Roman. The one I bound myself to all because of that stupid spell that I did.
I cry out again for Roman squeezed my other nipple, bringing me once again out of the stupor of my thoughts.
"Ever, pay attention." he snapped, and I can see the anger on his face, the anger in his behavior of his coming thrusts that I quickly try to override with my kisses.
He's dipping his head lower and kisses my small breasts, which flush my face even more because you-know-who has never touched me there before. I feel my virginity crumbling, the mix of blood which always happens during a first time, and I feel tears rushing to the surface, for it is not my perfect first time. It's not with my immortal love, Damen Auguste, yet I do moan out during the touch of Roman's lips on my breasts.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss his chest, my lips on his manly nipples, anything to please him when I really want to get out of here, go home and curl into a ball and cry. Shout at myself for binding myself to him, one I don't even like. Or love.
His hands wrap around my back and he slows his thrusts, more caring now, as our eyes meet again.
"Come, Ever, let's come together." Roman says.
And seals it with a kiss which also starts our climax.
"Woowee, Ever, that was quite something!" Roman says, when he lets me go.
I get up, materialize my clothes around my body merely by thinking it, because thoughts are power and when I am looking like I did when I stood in front of his house, egged on by the pull of our stupid bond, I run out of his house and back to my house.
I tread carefully so Sabine cannot hear me go up to my room that late, where I do what I was thinking about before. I curl up into a ball and cry.
I'm going to break this bond even if it kills me again, first thing tomorrow.
The End
Fandom: Alyson Noel's book series The Immortals (book #4 Dark Flame)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don't own any character. Alyson Noel owns them all.
Summary: What if Ever does get into Roman's house when she feels that her friend Haven is not there?
Note: This takes place before her 17th birthday, so that would make Ever underage.
Ever runs all the way to Roman's house, the Beast's place, she has dubbed it, ever since she did a spell which backfired on her and now she has bound herself to Roman. He is all Ever can think about now, his touch, his smell, his face, his body, everything.
When she reaches the front door, she expects to feel her inside, her best friend Haven who she made an Immortal to prevent her death. Now Haven is all power-hungry, no matter how many times Ever tells her the rules and not to break them, to which Haven always replies with that she knows and that she would never tell anyone, not even their best friend Miles who is in Florence right now.
Clad in her see-through nightie, she stands in front of the beast's door, one step and she will quench that craving, that need, that obsession with Roman, and just having discovered that she does not feel Haven's presence there, she almost makes the decision to turn around around and run back to her house, delve into her bed all sweaty from her run, but just when she wants to turn around, she hears him call to her inside her mind.
"Why Ever, you look absolutely amazing... now, now, luv, that is not fair, coming here and enticing me with yer appearance and then thinking about leaving, do come in, Ever Bloom."
She turns around and her hand rests on the doorknob, gently turning it so the door opens.
He wills her to cross the threshold, now fully into his grasp so that she can't turn around and before she knows it was by her own self, she has closed the front door. Finding herself standing in the lion's den.
She finds Roman laying on the couch, having a cigarette to his lips and taking a drag from it. He blows perfect circles Ever's way until he lays it down in an ashtray and snuffs it out.
"Bloody hell, Ever, you look amazing... yes ya do." he says, smiling.
When our eyes meet, I am filled with longing, an intense need to be with him on the couch, that I don't even feel my feet working to join him, but somehow I feel his arms around me now. The Beauty is with his Beast.
He kisses me with passion, even feel his tongue touching mine. Why did I never get a french kiss from Damen? I wonder.
Damen, tall, dark and handsome six-hundred year boy who made me an Immortal, who I was always with in previous incarnations, in previous lifetimes, but always everytime someone made sure to come between us which ended in our deaths. Damen.
I gasp when I feel one of Roman's fingertips squeeze my nipple, which brings me right out of my Damen-induced thoughts. It hurt, but not as much as I initially thought, because it has filled me with an even more urge to be with Roman.
"Now, now, can't have ye thinking of that wanker Damen, now can I? No, yer here wit me."
With merely a thought from his side, our clothes are gone, simply vanished into thin air.
I flush crimson red, and cry out when he fills me completely. This is the moment, I think, the moment I have tried to wait for so long with Damen, but never could quite reach in each and every lifetime, and now, I'm here with our sworn enemy... Roman. The one I bound myself to all because of that stupid spell that I did.
I cry out again for Roman squeezed my other nipple, bringing me once again out of the stupor of my thoughts.
"Ever, pay attention." he snapped, and I can see the anger on his face, the anger in his behavior of his coming thrusts that I quickly try to override with my kisses.
He's dipping his head lower and kisses my small breasts, which flush my face even more because you-know-who has never touched me there before. I feel my virginity crumbling, the mix of blood which always happens during a first time, and I feel tears rushing to the surface, for it is not my perfect first time. It's not with my immortal love, Damen Auguste, yet I do moan out during the touch of Roman's lips on my breasts.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss his chest, my lips on his manly nipples, anything to please him when I really want to get out of here, go home and curl into a ball and cry. Shout at myself for binding myself to him, one I don't even like. Or love.
His hands wrap around my back and he slows his thrusts, more caring now, as our eyes meet again.
"Come, Ever, let's come together." Roman says.
And seals it with a kiss which also starts our climax.
"Woowee, Ever, that was quite something!" Roman says, when he lets me go.
I get up, materialize my clothes around my body merely by thinking it, because thoughts are power and when I am looking like I did when I stood in front of his house, egged on by the pull of our stupid bond, I run out of his house and back to my house.
I tread carefully so Sabine cannot hear me go up to my room that late, where I do what I was thinking about before. I curl up into a ball and cry.
I'm going to break this bond even if it kills me again, first thing tomorrow.
The End
