“No, Synthia, there has to be more to this. You came into your Heir brands tonight and instead of an emblem like the rest of the Heirs, you have the markings for all four Castes on you. The red glow in your eyes tonight, when you came into your powers, I half expected. That would have been normal for the Blood Heir. Your father does the same in anger. But the rest, no. No one has ever in the history of the Fae possessed more than one brand. This,” he ran a finger down my brands on my arm. “Horde brands are normally black, gold is the Caste color for the Horde, this is something very different. Did Danu speak to you and let you know what was going on?” His tone was taking on more of a frustrated growl, like I was holding out on him or something. Like I was the one keeping secrets. I shook my head solemnly.
“She didn’t say why she did this. She was here tonight, though. She told me that if I didn’t accept her, our children would die. She said you could die as well, if I didn’t accept her and embrace what I was. She warned me tonight, and egged me on, encouraging me to accept her and then Ristan—shit I thought he was dead and she played me, Ryder. She said she’s been the one setting events into motion from the start of this. My parents—everything. She said I couldn’t become what she needed me to be here in Faery,” I replied sadly. His features softened a little as he absorbed and considered what I had told him.
“Sometimes I think you were created to be my perfect drug,” he growled from deep in his chest as his arms reached out and pulled me close until I was pressed hard against his burning skin. “I can’t stay away from you, and I’m drawn to you like a fucking addict.” His mouth lowered even as his hands came up to hold my face up, locked in their sheer dominance.
I moaned against his mouth as he ground his erection against me. He pulled his mouth away from mine, and turned me around, pressing me against the wall with my face pressed against it. He removed the dress, leaving me only in a thin pair of soft pink lace panties.
“I often wonder why I couldn’t walk away from you when I first set eyes on you,” he whispered, as his magic pulsed over me, removing the up-do. My hair cascaded down my naked back freely. His hand came up to rest on my neck, as the other one played with my hair. He lifted it up, and kissed the back of my neck tenderly. His free hand came around and held my face with his fingers on one side, and his thumb easily pressed against the other side.
“I plan on fucking you, Pet; slow, hard, and for hours on end. Think you can handle it?” he purred against my ear as his mouth sent heated breath fanning against my neck.
“Yes,” I replied as I ground my ass into him, seeking his cock.
“Good, get on your knees,” he urged as I turned toward him as his hands allowed it.
“Ryder—”
“Chain of command, Synthia. I say it. You do it. End of chain, am I clear?” he growled as his wings expanded behind him.
“Yes,” I said as I lowered myself to my knees without breaking eye contact.
“Good girl,” he replied even as he glamoured his clothes off, and waited for me to do as I had been told.
My hand went up to grab his cock, and I stroked it softly as I licked my lips with anticipation. I realized as my lips slid over his silky smooth skin, that I’d been starving until I’d met him. For his taste, for the one thing only he could give me. He’s my drug of choice, and I don’t think there’s a rehab for it. There’s only the addiction, one so strong that without it, I’d die.
“Fuck,” he growled as I started moving my mouth against him, pulling him further into my throat as his hips moved forward and back. I moaned against him, using my tongue to stroke the thick vein on the underside of his massive cock. “I love the feel of your lips upon my skin.” He gripped my hair and held it in place as he continued to move his cock deeper. And then he pushed me again.
“Get on the bed, now,” he ordered as his hand came down and stroked his throbbing cock.
I got up from the floor and moved to the bed, crawling on top of the enormous mattress and then turning back around to face him as I lay against the pillows. He moved onto the bed slowly as he began to change back to his more familiar Fae form. His wings were the last to vanish as his eyes burned into me.
“Turn over, and get on your knees with your ass in the air, Synthia, now. I want you to slowly remove your panties, and show me everything that’s mine.”
“Yours?” I asked, raising a delicate brow at him.
He moved fast, stretching himself on top of me as he pushed my hands over my head with one hand and his other firmly planted between my legs on what he was claiming as his own. “It may be between your legs, Pet, but make no mistake, this belongs to me. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered, meeting his gold eyes which had begun to glow with hunger.
“Good girl; now do as I told you. Show me what is mine, and make me want to fuck it,” he growled before his head lowered and his teeth slid over my flesh at the side of my neck, making my skin tingle in their wake.
I turned over easily, and lifted my ass seductively in the air. I spread my legs until I heard him growl with approval. I placed my head on the bed, turning it to the side and then used my hands to undo the two small bows on either side of the panties, and enjoyed the hiss of air he gave, as I exposed myself to his growing hunger.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.