I was off the bed and on the floor covered in six feet of Fae before I finished talking. My head hit the floor with a jarring thud that made my eyes explode with tears. His hands held mine above my head. My body was pressed against the rough carpet by his much larger frame. Lust thick and dangerous erupted inside of my core.
"Never challenge me, I promise that you will lose. Every. Fucking. Time."
"Get off of me!" I growled, I was trapped and exposed. His knee was pressed against my naked heat, as if to show me just how exposed I was to him.
"Think you can make me?" He challenged with his mouth entirely too close to my own, images of last night came rushing back with a vengeance.
"Now!" I yelled, tired of whatever game he was playing. I wasn't stupid, I got that he was higher in the immortal food chain than I was.
"All bark and no bite?" He asked raising his eyes from where they had been on my mouth to meet my own.
I struck, sending my hips bucking against him, using the element of surprise against him, but it was futile. Ryder just ground his knee further in, making pain and pleasure pulse through my junction as he held my arms in place effortlessly.
"By all means, fight me," he purred as fire lit up his amber eyes until I could see them pulsing, thousands of stars locked in their fiery depths. His nostrils flared and his tongue jutted out to lick his lips as if he was considering kissing me.
I was pissed. Anger was pulsing, rushing through my veins as surely as a fire through a dry forest. Not to mention, I had zero possibility of getting up without him seeing me naked. I think he realized it at the exact moment I did, if his cocky grin was anything to go off of. He started to sit back up, but I pulled him back down the moment he released his vise-grip hold on my arms.
"Don't even freaking think of it Fairy boy," I warned.
"You want me, don't you?" He asked as his eyes latched onto my lips, encouraged by my seemingly sudden change of mind.
I pushed him up, making damn sure I went with him. "Dream on," I growled.
"I don't fuck Witches, so if you—"
I pushed him up to his feet, pushing off the floor with my bare feet, never allowing my eyes to leave his. My breasts were pressed against the softness of his suit jacket, my legs inches from his. I walked him backwards and he allowed it. I inched him further back as he kept eye contact, up until the point where I reached behind him slowly, surely, allowing my hands to caress him softly, but firmly as I reached for the door knob behind him. I quickly pulled it open and enjoyed his look of shock as I pushed him out of my room, managing in the process to keep him from seeing my neither region at all.
I smiled frostily at the door and the cussing Fae behind it. "I don't fuck Fairies. So at least we agree on that subject pretty boy."
I think I heard a soft laugh, but I couldn't be sure.
"Ten minutes Synthia or I come back in and drag you out," He growled through the door, making it quiver as much as I was and it was solid oak.
I listened to his shoes as they thudded down the hallway and my beating heart didn’t calm until I'd heard the door close behind him on his way out. How the hell had he gotten through the protection spell enveloping my room?
I looked up at the incantation spell and narrowed my eyes, glaring at it for turning traitor. It was written on my ceiling in white ink so it was invisible to the naked eye and intruders. It was supposed to keep creatures like him out and away from me while I slept. It had failed, as I had just done for the second time where that freaking Fairy was concerned.
I replayed his shocked image in my mind a few times before putting on a silk robe and grabbing a few items of clothing to take with me to the shower. I was smiling as I opened my bedroom door and ran right into the solid chest of the Dark Prince. Hard.
I flew backwards and landed flat on my ass at his feet. I looked up and glared angrily at him.
"Pay back is a bitch, I don’t fuck around little girl, remember that."
"Cocky much?" I barked already standing back up so he didn't have as much of an advantage as he did with me being flat on my ass.
"Self-assured, I always win," he replied with lips too full and too fucking kissable for his own good.
I pushed past his body and headed towards the bathroom, dismissing him completely from my mind, okay...so I tried to anyways. He was the most beautiful, exquisite creature I had ever laid eyes on...also the most deadly, which I was humming inside my head to keep the hormones at bay. Not that it was helping me any.
"Ten minutes, if you're not out by then I will dress you myself," he growled deep in his chest to drive his point home. It sent shivers racing down my spine.