He tried to touch me again so I pulled back, running my nails gently over his thighs. I crawled up his body slowly, knowing this was hell on him. He was so used to being in control. So used to being the one calling shots with everything in his perfect little world. When I was sitting on his waist I smiled wickedly into his beautiful eyes.
"This has to suck, wanting a lesser creature. You want me don’t you Ryder, your cock wants me, wants to be buried inside of my heat. Doesn’t it?" I chimed smiling impishly before I reached behind my ass to stroke him. "He wants to feed from me, doesn’t he Ryder, he wants my *. Doesn’t that piss you off?"
"Don't tempt me wench," he growled struggling to get the words out past the feeling of my fist as I pumped it around his erection.
I stopped and lowered my face, I was in control of this and he needed to know it. "You want me and it pisses you off. I'm not in your plans, I don’t fit into your perfect little world and your cock here doesn’t get it and it wants me regardless of who or what I am. It wants to be buried inside of me."
I positioned his cock at my soaking entrance rubbing it over slowly, somehow instead of being fully in control as I had planned my body was in control, it grew wetter with the knowledge that he would be invading it again. I wasn’t prepared for what he did, his hands gripped my shoulders and he shoved me down on his cock—hard.
I cried out as he pushed and I pulled until my nipples hardened with the impending orgasm, but he stopped before it exploded. "Must suck my little Pet, how much your pretty pink * craves me just as much as I crave you."
My head swam with his words. Not his cock, not his body. He wanted me. He realized his mistake at the same time, a violent cuss leaving his lips. I pushed him down forcefully as he tried to sit up with his cock still sheathed inside of me. I rocked my hips watching as the anger drained from him.
He'd never admit to saying it, not tomorrow. But tonight we wanted each other, in every sense of the word. This wasn’t driven by primal needs. We were just a man and a woman fucking like there was no tomorrow, because for us—there wasn’t.
I allowed him to flip me over, back beneath him when he'd had enough of my teasing him with the slow gentle ride. His lips claimed mine in a crushing devastating kiss that curled my toes. When he pulled away his eyes searched mine for something, "Tell me you want me Syn. Tell me you want me right now, here, in this place, that you want this from me."
"Here and now Ryder, I want to be yours. Completely yours." I whispered knowing it wasn’t what he had asked for, it was more. It was a treaty of sorts until his time was over in which we would probably become enemies once more.
His kiss was soft when he claimed my lips again, his thrust inside of me was gentle and driven not by anger or need, but by an urgency to make every second of the time together count. And he did, driving himself inside of me until we exploded yet again.
He was gentle and hard and insatiable with his needs. When I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, he healed the pain with his magic and we started all over again. He was gluttonous, his stamina off the charts as he continued battering my body pleasurably. He was beautiful and wild with his need, his brands pulsing as he exploded with release.
Ryder had explained the time difference to me between bouts of making love. We'd been inside Faery for two days according to Faery time, while in the human world only a few hours had passed. We didn’t leave because Ryder had been done with me, or that the twenty four hours in the human world that we agreed to were up. We left because everything changed horribly. The hounds had gone off howling and whining until Ryder had gone outside to check on them only to come back in with anger pulsing from him in hostile waves.
"Get ready to leave, I had Malinda pack you an overnight bag," he nodded towards a corner and was out the door before I could ask him what was wrong.
When I was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans I walked out still barefooted onto the porch, where the thirteen stood glaring at me. "What's wrong?"
Ryder growled low in his chest, hatred in his eyes, "What happened? Your fucking Guild attacked my club while you kept me distracted Witch," he snarled.
Shock swept through me, "No way, they wouldn’t. That would be a suicide mission, for the entire fucking Guild. Alden wouldn’t give that order Ryder, ever!"
"They did and those who openly attacked have been slain," Zahruk growled.
I swallowed, a feeling of hopelessness settled on my shoulders. This wasn’t happening. Alden would never have given those orders, not unless he was trying to wipe out the entire Guild, which would be the end result. "When is my contract up?" I asked not meeting Ryder's angry stare.
"When I fucking say it is," he smiled coldly returning to the old Ryder effortlessly.
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