Escaping Destiny (The Fae Chronicles, #3)

Ryder had been as surprised as I was that his beast had intentionally impregnated me. Ristan had told me how he’d found out moments before I’d been taken from my own wedding to Adam, and now his gentle caress of my stomach in my dream made complete sense.

The metal clicked into place, restraining my hands above my head, and I watched as Ryder lowered himself until he was eye level with me. His mouth pressed against mine, and the kiss was consuming. This was what the songs wrote about; with one kiss, I was helpless to pull away. With one kiss, I was a boneless mess, and with one kiss, I was his.

He pulled away, but in his place now stood his beast. The Horde King knelt before me, his silken eyes taking in everything. The room grew thick with his power. The electricity he created, slithered over my skin. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his voice layered and hypnotic.

“Yes,” I replied, and my lips quivered as I did so. I wasn’t terrified, but to say that I wasn’t afraid at all would be a lie. I could now see the difference of Ryder being in control of this form and his beast.

His hand came up and tested the weight of one breast, and then the other. He smiled, and I sucked in my breath. He was terrifying, but he was also the most beautiful creature that I’d ever seen in my entire life. I leaned my head back against the pole, and watched him as he caressed my skin, until a moan stole from between my lips. His eyes watched every reaction that I gave to his touch.

“I smell your wetness,” he said, his fingers sliding over my skin until they rubbed my clit through the silk panties that Ryder had left me in. I hissed with pleasure as his skillful hands pressed against me, right where I needed them to be. He removed his hands, and placed them on the delicate skin behind my knees, and lifted them until my legs were bent and spread for his wide girth.

His mouth lowered, until he was raining soft kisses along my inner thighs. His hands rested on my knees, holding them apart for him to devour my flesh. And he did, with his lips and his tongue. His mouth was the match to the kindling of which he started the fire with. My entire body came alive for him, the panties soaked from the desire he was creating inside of me.

Knowing he was a part of Ryder made this okay. Seeing the gold flecks in his eyes, made it okay for me to do this. This was the being that wanted me, and he was a part of the man I loved. I felt his head lower, until he pressed his mouth against my panties. His wings expanded, until they blocked out the light from the candles of the room.

Stars erupted behind my eyelids as his breath fanned against the wet sleek heat of my need. He licked around my panties, his hands sliding beneath my ass, and lifting it easily. I opened my eyes, and was met with the galaxy of stars in his inky depths. I’d been wrong before, it wasn’t a constellation of stars locked in his endless depths. It was the gold from Ryder’s own eyes, as he watched me from inside the beast.

His mouth lingered against my thigh a moment before his teeth nibbled against my tender flesh. His teeth pressed against me, as his tongue slid over the wetness, scorching my flesh. I watched him nibble, and tease me with his fangs as he tasted my blood from the small pin pricks his fangs had left. I found pleasure from his bite; no pain was forthcoming. My eyes found his again, and I gasped with pleasure as he sucked on my clit through the panties.

I felt the panties rip, and looked down to find them gone. I shivered at the thought of his strength, but that thought was fleeting as his mouth replaced the silk, and everything inside of my head turned to one focus. That the beast was using that tongue, and fuck was it good!

It pushed against my opening, and entered until I could take no more. He was pushing, and pulling, and his nose was pressed against the sensitive nub, which was a crescendo of sensations all at once. He growled against my skin, and I moaned louder as I pushed against the pole, trying to give him more range to torture me with.

And then it was gone, and he was kissing me. Hard and passionate; curling my toes until I thought they would cramp. This beast was made for fucking, and I was his target. He changed what he was doing so quickly, that my mind would register one thing, and he’d have moved on to another thing.

His finger entered my wet sheath, and then another and another until I cried out from the pain and pleasure that assaulted me. I was crying out, pleasure sending waves of heat rushing through my entire body. I felt the chains lower, which meant he’d undone them with magic, and I took full advantage of them, pulling his head closer. Magic kissed my flesh, and then I was on my back on the bed. He didn’t fuck around. He was in full control, and I was at his mercy, his will was my own.

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