“Ryder,” I whimpered as the pending orgasm built to a dangerous level inside of me. He was controlling it, holding it just out of reach.
Our breathing was heavy, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the primal need to find release together. He lowered his mouth, and claimed my lips in a hungry, demanding kiss that stole my breath away, as he fed me his own back.
When he pulled away, I cried out from the loss of his mouth and met his eyes, which now glowed with hunger. His mouth lifted into a wicked grin as his hips continued to move slowly, deliciously, while he brought me to the brink, only to stop when I was close to going over the cliff he was holding me on.
“You need to come, don’t you, Pet? Fuck, you’re so wet and sweet. I could eat this sweet * for days,” he grunted and pulled out to do just that, but first he took his time getting down there.
He yanked my legs until I was spread apart for him to feed. He smiled and kissed my neck before moving lower to kiss and nip gently with his teeth on the left nipple, and then the right, sucking them into his mouth and flicking them as he had done with my clit earlier.
He lifted his head and smiled with my nipple still held between his teeth before he dropped one leg, and used his now free hand to run it over the heat of my junction. I kept hold of his eyes, and watched as he ran his tongue slowly in swirling patterns over my naked skin. The heat from his blistering mouth, sending my brain into a frenzy of need, that he had full control of.
His fingers entered me, spreading me, fucking me. I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open any longer. “Open them. I want you to watch me make you come, Synthia. I want to see when desire floods through them, when the passion takes control and you give yourself over to me.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I cried, still riding his fingers.
“I’m fucking you,” he ground out through the lust, which made his voice low and seductive. “I love your sweetness, love to be inside of it. You are mine now, Synthia, forever,” he whispered, before he moved back up my body as he held my legs spread. “Now, come for me,” he ordered.
He entered hard this time, and held nothing back as he pounded himself inside of me. His magic exploded over my flesh and the moment it did, I exploded with it. My body shook from the sheer magnitude of the orgasm. I screamed his name over, and over as he continued to fuck me until his own release electrified and spread warmth through me.
He turned onto his side and pulled me flush against his body our breathing labored and torn as we both fought to control it. He didn’t say anything, and the feeding that he’d just given me made my eyes grow heavy with sleep. Tonight, I would allow his comfort; tomorrow, I would barbeque his ass.
As I drifted off to sleep, I felt his soft kiss as he rained them down on my forehead. His soft words were whispered in the ancient language that I was starting to think was part of the Horde language, and something about them tugged at my heart strings.
Chapter Eleven
I awoke to Ryder kissing me, his eyes smiling as he ravished my mouth. I moaned and pushed with my hands against his chest, trying to push him away. Not that it was working, or I had a chance in hell of managing it. I felt his mouth curve into a smile as his hand easily captured mine, and trapped them above my head.
He didn’t enter me, even though I could feel his hardness against my hip. He had taken the form I was more familiar with as he had last night, which only made what he was doing harder to resist. I pulled my mouth away from his, but he followed me and caught it easily with his, and growled his disapproval.
When he finally pulled away, he refused to allow me to use my hands. Instead, he kept them pinned above my head as his free hand stroked my stomach. I stopped moving away from him the moment his fingers grazed the skin above my navel tenderly. “Ryder,” I whimpered. His eyes met mine, as his fingers continued to explore my flat abdomen.
“You will give me the strongest, most stubborn son that the Horde has ever known,” he mumbled before his head lowered and kissed the flatness of my belly. “I won’t stop with one child. You will be the mother of all of my sons and daughters.”
“And when you marry Abiageal?” I asked, watching his reaction.
“She will be my wife, but you will still be the woman I go to sleep with and the one I wake up with. Nothing will change that.”
“Are you serious?” I snapped.
“I’m the Horde King, Synthia. They expect me to follow through with that. It’s a normal custom for the Horde King to take a bride from within the Horde. This was a contract my father made, and at the time I thought I could go through with it. Then I met you. You changed everything, but it’s not a simple thing to undo. It’s a binding contract, one I signed.”