“Fuck, your body is so tight; it fits me like it was made for me, alone!” He growled, as he parted my legs, and looked over my head. I did so, too, following his eyes. The length of chain laid forgotten, and the need for it gone. He wasn’t done with them yet, though.
He smiled, and as I turned back to look at him, I saw the fangs. Full sparkling white fangs, which I hadn’t noticed before. I blinked, and when I looked again—they were still there. I shivered as he brought his tongue out to lick one, and then the other.
“I am the spirit and power of every breed of the Horde. I am their leader and in being the king, I can take any shape; any form at any time.”
“So, you are a vampire, too?” It was a lame ass question, but hey, I was currently fully exposed, and getting scared now wasn’t an option. He nodded and flicked his wrist, much like Ryder did. The thin chain that had held my arms to the pole now had been secured to the thick wood of the headboard.
“I am whatever I choose to be, or Ryder needs me to be. I have been with Ryder since his Transition. Once Danu decided he was a strong enough host, she unlocked the rest of my power and allowed us to merge as one. It is the difference between a Fae, and the Horde King.”
“Uh, do you have a name? I mean, Ryder called you his beast, but is that your name?” I asked uncomfortably.
“I have no name, little one. I am part of Ryder and he is part of me. I can truly be the beast he calls me. However, I will not hurt you,” he said and sat back on his haunches. “I am always with Ryder, and even though I am death, I could never hurt you, Synthia. Even before Ryder knew he wanted you, I was there, telling him to go after you. He fought against it, not understanding the need I had for you. You were mine the moment I first laid eyes on you. I cared not how I got you; only that I did. I could have killed you, killed this little obsession that I felt, but the first time he took you, I was lost. When you took us into your body, you knew he was not alone, and yet you asked for more. I could have easily killed you while taking what I wanted, had you denied me. You are my match,” he said thickly, his voice echoing off the walls. “That is what Alazander did not have.”
“A match? What do you mean by that?”
“Alazander, as a host, did not have a match. He was not as strong of a host as Danu needed him to be. Over time, his beast took complete control while seeking his match. He became frustrated, endlessly seeking, never finding her. Alazander was weaker than Ryder, and thought the beast made him invincible. Ryder will not make the same choices of his father. He’s a good host for me.”
“So, is Ryder like the brain and you are the brawn?” I ventured sheepishly. He threw back his head and laughed.
“I have my own brain; he is the mental strength and conscience to my power. If we are not balanced in his manner…it is very bad. Faery will be feeling the effects of what happened to Alazander for a long time.”
“Can he hear you when you have control?” I asked, finally allowing the cat inside of me to get curious.
“Only if I allow it. Right now, all he can see is you talking.” He smiled, and it was dark and deadly.
“Why did you get me pregnant?”
“Because I wanted it, and our child will be unlike anything Faery has ever encountered before,” he said with a roguish grin. “He would have let you go to save this world, even though he wants you with everything he is. I wouldn’t. He has one purpose, and that is to save Faery. I wouldn’t allow it to happen. You belong to us, forever now.”
“Children,” I said.
“I promise we will make many babes together,” he said as his fingers slid over my flesh.
“We are having twins,” I said, wondering how much Ryder had allowed him to know. They might be one, but they had a way of blocking one another that they used.
“Twins,” he said with a huge self-assured smile on his lips. He climbed over my body, and kissed my lips. “This pleases me, and now I will please you.”
I shivered with his words, and as the air grew thick around us with magic, I moaned. It was everywhere, touching, kissing, and then his mouth was on my center, and his fingers parted my flesh. His tongue slowly licked up, and down over and over until I lifted my hips.
“You taste of heaven,” he growled.
I now knew why Ryder growled so much; it wasn’t always him doing it. He shared his body with this creature, and it stood to reason that when he disapproved, he let Ryder know with the deep inner growl.
His tongue entered me hard, and fast. My hips bucked from the bed even as he lifted them until he had me at his mercy. He continued to move inside of me, until I was wet and slippery on his face, a mixture of juices and a boneless mess.
“Are you ready to scream for us, Pet?”
At the name Pet, I opened my eyes and nodded.
“I can’t hear you,” he said, as he let my hips fall to the bed, and his knees parted my legs easily. “Are you ready to scream for us?” He growled hoarsely.