Escaping Destiny (The Fae Chronicles, #3)

I switch my train of thought, and ask her what she wants. She moans, and cries out as her legs slip further apart and her ass moves against the magic. Fuck! So tight, so fucking perfect. So wet and ready to come for me. “Good girl, that’s it, let me in. Let me fill you until you can’t take anymore.” I growl as I add more inches of my cock, into her tight sweetness. She’s so fucking wet that I try to add more, until I’ve filled her so full of me that she cries from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand, and wonder if she caught my slip, but she delivers it and I am humbled by her words.

“Bend me over, pull my hair, whisper more dirty things that will make me tremble with need, Ryder, and then fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I am the air you need to live. I don’t want to be your world; I just want to be your favorite part of it.”

I tremble with pride, as my cock goes in and out of her tight sheath. I pull out all at once and watch as her body shivers with need. I flip her over carefully, and roughly shove her head down into the pillows as I use my other hand to lift her ass and part her legs. Her ass is glistening with sweat, her * soaked from her own juices.

“You like it rough,” I growl and watch her as she tries to lift herself with her hands. I smile, and release her head to bring her arms behind her back. I secure them with hand tight against her ass, as I release the hold of my magic. I allow it to enter her ass, even as I nudge my cock back into her sweet core.

She cries out and I lunge, filling her sweet * full of my engorged cock. “That’s it. Take it, Good Girl,” I encourage her. I’m feeling everything. Her ass, her sweet *, and her pending orgasm as it threatens to explode. I grab a handful of hair, and pull it until her head is lifted to my own. “You like me in control?”

She moans, but the yes is ripped from her lungs.

I claim her mouth in a hungry kiss, a demanding one, and she allows it.

“You like me buried deep inside your sweet flesh?”

Another yes is screamed from her lips.

“Then come for me. Show me how much you like it. Come fast and hard, so I can fuck your sweet flesh harder.” I release her hands and hair, and watch as she crumbles to the bed. Fuck, she’s a goddess! She lifts her ass and pushes against me, meeting every thrust I give. She bucks with need until I feel it. She explodes, shaking and trembling with the force over her release. Her * grows slick from it, and before I can stop myself, I explode inside of her, feeding her my own release.





Chapter Thirty





~Synthia~





I awoke with a smile from ear to ear, and blushed to my roots. Ryder had taken me until I’d crawled away from him, fully sated. He, however, was insatiable. He’d grown hard within seconds of the first explosion of orgasms, and I’d taken him in my mouth and had used the Blood Fae ability to make his cock come for me.

We’d gone at it like teenagers in a fight to determine who was in control, and the answer was simple. He was master in the bedroom, and I was his sex slave. I’d never been taken that roughly, but I was ready for him to do it again.

“You’re blushing,” he whispered as he stretched beside me.

“So,” I said and turned to look at him. I wasn’t sure why I felt shy after what we’d shared, but I did. He’d called me dirty names, and I’d melted on his cock with each one. “I need a bath,” I said, feeling the stickiness between my thighs.

“I have a better idea,” he growled and rolled on top of me.

“I’m very sore, and you smell of sex,” I mumbled with a smile that was giving away too much.

“You’re a horrible liar,” he growled as he lifted himself up into a semi sitting position between my legs.

“It’s probably because I can’t,” I quipped, but urgent knocking on the wide double doors interrupted any plans he had of early morning sex.

I was sore, and we both reeked of sex. I sat up, even as he glamoured clothes on both of us. He stalked to the doors and threw them open. “Someone had better be dying.”

“Not dying, no. But your bride is here with Cornelius,” Zahruk whispered, but I still heard him.

It was like a bucket of ice had been thrown over my head.

I felt sick, and angry tears welled in my eyes. It hadn’t mattered what I did for him, and it wasn’t going to change anything no matter how much I loved him. He was the Horde King, and I was his concubine. It was a simple fact.

The sound of the door closing jarred me from my thoughts, and when I looked up it was to catch Ryder watching me carefully.

“Pet,” he whispered as he dropped his hands to his side.

“Don’t,” I cried, shaking my head. “Leave me alone,” I said as I stepped back to get away from him as he advanced to where I stood.

“She means nothing to me,” he growled.

“Then don’t marry her! Marry me!” I was shocked at the words that left my mouth.

“It’s not that easy,” he said, still stalking me as I walked backwards until I was flush against the wall. His arms pinned me easily, as his mouth lowered.

“You are mine, you screamed it last night. You will scream it for me every night from here on out, Synthia. She means nothing to me. She’s a contract I made before I knew you, and that’s it,” he replied angrily.

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