Adam had been in and out of the house for the last few days, coming and going without a single word. He was adjusting to life without the woman he loved. I was adjusting, or more to the point, I was trying to get Ryder out of my head and move myself back into a normal routine. It had been a little over a week since we moved in and things still made no sense. Adrian had been checking in us through the week, and nothing kept my mind off Ryder.
I was in the shower when Adam came in and hollered that he was back from where ever he had gone. I smiled sadly, but at least he’d said something. I was beginning to think he was going mute on me. He'd probably gone to the cemetery again. It was where I had gone when I needed to feel close to Adrian when I had thought he’d died. I grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather my body when I felt a slight twinge and then a burning sensation on the right side of my lower stomach near my hip.
I looked down and screamed, angry red flesh that felt as if it was on fire met my eyes and then turned black and crimson. Adam came in, throwing the shower curtains open even as I grabbed it to hide my nudity from him. "What are you doing!?" I screamed as he stood staring at me.
"Fuck you smell good, so fucking good Syn," he growled.
I met his eyes and flinched from the heat in them, emerald and lime green sparkled back at me, glowing. He was hungry. As in Fae fucking hungry. "Adam back up, now."
"I can't, fuck, I'm so hard Syn. Just need to taste you, just a little taste baby, please. I’m so fucking hungry!" He snarled just before he lunged at me.
I kicked him in the balls and ran to my bedroom throwing the door closed and locking it. He was pounding on it within seconds. "Shit, shit, shit! Go away Adam!" I shouted running for my phone and dialing Ryder's cell.
He was the only one who could help him, but he couldn’t even come inside the house. Zahruk answered the phone. "Syn, bad timing."
"Fuck the timing! Adam's chasing me around like I'm a fucking chicken," I shouted as more pounding erupted from the door.
"What do you mean he's chasing you?" Zahruk's voice grew tense.
"He said he needed to taste me, I don’t want to hurt him Z. I need help. Now and you owe me."
"Can you get out of the house?" He replied calmly.
"I'm standing in my bedroom wearing a freaking shower curtain."
"I'm sending Ristan now," Zahruk said before the line went dead.
The door splintered and Adam's arm came through it. He tried to find the handle from the gaping hole he'd just created. I hung up looking around the room I'd used as a child. I'd left my overnight bag inside the bathroom and everything else was still in boxes downstairs.
"I need you Syn, just a taste," he growled as he gave up on finding the knob and started kicking at the door in. Pieces of wood went flying as he pulverized it and gained entry.
"Adam stop, it's me. You don’t want to do this," I cried shaking my head.
"The fuck I don’t," he said already struggling to get his shirt off.
"Seriously, if I see you naked Adam we can't undo that—ever, I really don’t think you understand what you're doing," I stopped long enough to jump over my bed as he followed me with his head low, as if stalking prey. He worked the button his of his jeans, removing them quickly and efficiently. "This isn't you, pull it back. Now. Oh—and you're naked," I covered my eyes and ran around the bed again, only looking through a small crack in my fingers.
"Stop running baby, I'm so hungry. So fucking hard and hungry," he snapped as he grabbed the mattress frame of the bed and flipped it against the wall splintering the headboard into pieces.
"Adam stop. Please."
I didn’t have a chance to beg him. He lunged and took me to the floor hard enough that my teeth shook from the impact. I struggled to keep his mouth from me as he fought to get me subdued. His hands struggled to part my legs, he was no longer my Adam right now, he was hungry and he was one hundred percent Fae, "Part your legs now, I need in. I hurt. I need to be inside of you. I can make you feel so good, so fucking good."
He parted my legs by force and smiled coldly. I fought the scream as my nails dug into the flesh on his shoulders. This wasn’t fucking happening! I screamed as Ristan appeared from thin air and Adam went sailing across the room to hit the wall and slide down limply.
"Fucking hell Synthia," Ristan growled, "What the fuck are you wearing?"
"Why did Adam do this? And my shower curtain!" I ground out as I righted the curtain as if it was a dress and struggled to get on my feet with shaking legs.