“Zara, get to the pavilion. Synthia doesn’t wish you to serve in her entourage anymore. You may no longer serve the Princess, or any of the high standing concubines. I have seen her fight, and if I were you, I’d run. Synthia is definitely collared because she is very powerful, and very special to the king.”
“You can’t!” she sputtered as she started to get hysterical. Sinjinn and the other men grimaced at the sight. I wasn’t one to indulge spoiled little bitches and their fits.
I reached out and slapped her cheek—hard. “Sorry,” I grinned and tilted my head at her, “I was afraid you’d pass out and shit. Wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
“You bitch! I’ll kill you!” She shrieked.
“Okay, well I planned to do this the sane way. But if you insist,” I growled, balling my hands into tight fists.
“Dristan, see that Zara is sent home to her father. Make it known she threatened the king’s favorite pregnant concubine’s life,” Sinjinn interrupted, but he looked like he was either fighting off the urge to strangle her, or laugh; could have been both.
The other handmaidens stared with wide eyes and mouths that hung to the floor as Dristan genially moved to take Zara away. And then I felt it, the electrical current that was always around when Ryder was close. I turned and met his midnight eyes. “Fuck you, Fairy; find a different snack. I’m off limits at the moment,” I growled irritably, and walked into my room and slammed the door so hard the wood groaned in protest.
I didn’t wait to see if he would follow me. I kicked off my pretty shoes and climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over my head, and cried. I was tired of feeling like an outsider, and the hormones were on full overload at the moment. I didn’t need him pulling me into his arms, and making me cry harder.
Chapter Ten
I was dreaming, and Ryder was there doing sinfully delicious things to me while I allowed it. I moaned against his mouth and shivered as he glamoured my clothes away. I bit my bottom lip as a cry struggled to break from them.
Heat was thrumming through me, my entire body coming alive with it. Silk brushed against my back as he caressed me everywhere else. I could feel the raw current from him, and smell his rich unique spices. I whispered encouragements and begged him for more.
I felt him sliding down my body until he sat between my legs and then pressure consumed my mind. His hands parted my legs, and the heat of his breath fanned my sensitive flesh. I blinked, and tried to sit up, but he pulled my legs further apart. I shook my head with the realization that this wasn’t a dream.
His lips and tongue, pulled and suckled on my *, and I cried out as my entire body jerked from the pleasure of it. “Ryder, no,” I cried, already trying to push him away, even if it was a futile effort. His big hands came up to capture mine, and he held them firmly against my belly as his mouth continued to devour me. “No,” I said again as I lifted my hips for more.
I didn’t want this.
God it felt so good.
Ryder’s mouth continued to feast greedily from my core, until I began to moan uncontrollably from it. His hands roamed against my flesh, and I went soft against his touch. “Ryder,” I whimpered, still groggy from sleep, but he ignored my plea and continued to use his tongue savagely, leaving nothing untouched. He made slurping noises and groans of pleasure as he sucked my clit into his mouth and roved his tongue over it hard, slow, and erotically. He was a fucking God in bed. It was as simple as that. The anger faded away even as I tried to remember why I was mad. He growled against my slick flesh as his hands came up to slide under, and cup my ass to give him better access.
My body arched for more of his possession, my head tilted back on the softness of the pillows as his mouth made love to my core. I lifted my hips to give him better access, demanding he continue; not that I needed to, not that he would leave me like this. I moaned and panted with need. He was slow, steady, and determined to draw the orgasm from me.
He said nothing, just continued to ravish my * until he got what he wanted from it. He moaned as his tongue and lips sucked against the slick wetness he’d just created, as my body quivered and jerked as tremors of pleasure shot through my body. I was still shaking from the powerful orgasm as he moved up until he was poised and ready to enter me. His eyes met and held mine, captured by the heat burning from within his, and he kept my eyes locked with his in a silent promise of more pleasure as he slid his cock inside of me slowly.
He fed me inch after blissful inch of his hardness. He moved slowly as he rotated his hips, fucking me gently, jerking his body to the hilt, buried inside of my warmth with his eyes never leaving mine. Each thrust took me closer to the edge of sanity as he drove his engorged cock inside of me again, and again.
“I love being inside of you, Synthia.”