"I bet that killed you to say," he growled as he moved his massive frame closer to the hood which I was laying on uselessly.
I exhaled a deep shaky breath and averted my eyes away from him to the trees behind him. Or tried to, his hands grasped my legs and pulled me closer to where he stood between them now. Then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, draping my useless arms over his shoulders while he produced something from his pocket.
He pulled a thin silver chain out and reached up with one hand moving my hair from my neck gently, his finger rubbing over the naked flesh seductively, enticingly sending my heart into another fit of beats. A Celtic knot was etched on the chain along with a tribal dragon—the same one he had tattooed on his upper chest. His voice was low, but steady when he spoke. "By accepting this Synthia, you become my property until I say otherwise. I can either be the one who protects you—or the one who hunts you. Decide."
My anger rose again, even higher than it had been before. "I am not yours," I argued.
He laughed. Coldly. Harshly. He lowered those damn lips of his and pressed them against my ear, his breathing steady, his breath hot and erotic against my over-sensitive flesh. "I can smell you Witch, I made your * wet—for me. I can make you feel things no other man can, or ever will. If you're not mine, then you are open to be hunted by me and the other Fae. If you say no little Witch, you better fucking run and run fast..." His word's trailed off, his mouth pressed more forcefully against my ear as a soft throaty growl resonated from deep in his chest, "I like to hunt, but I like to fuck more. Can you guess what will happen when I catch you Synthia?" He pulled away, which caused my body to sink without his added weight against it.
"And this ownership, what does it entitle you to?" I asked knowing that somewhere there would be a catch. We were taught that there was always a catch when dealing with the Fae because they were incapable of lying, but that made them masters of manipulating their words. His kind loved to play games, loved to mind fuck you and turn you inside out. All the Fae did.
His lips rose into a twisted smile which unnerved me to my bones. His hand came up to cup my face beneath my chin. "For now, it means no other of my kind can touch you without my consent."
That wasn't so bad. I didn't want to be touched by any of them—including him. I still couldn't bring myself to say the words, but neither did I say anything as he released my chin and moved his hand to place the ends of the chain together.
I felt it.
A violent bolt of white hot pleasure ripped through me, my body jackknifed against his and would have fallen to the cold ground had he not reacted just as fast catching and holding me against his chest. This was stronger and more violent, this lust he'd just made me feel. "Shhh, it will only last for a moment."
I inhaled and let it out slowly, carefully tasting the intense pleasure, as my face pressed against his enticing scent. He smelled different than most Fae, instead of smelling like otherworldliness, he smelled of ambrosia, crisp and clean and foreign.
He stood there, allowing me time to come back to my senses. "Can you make it stop aching?" I asked.
"I can put you in the car Witch, the effects should wear off shortly," he replied, already lifting me even though I had yet to agree. He pressed my core against his navel, bringing my face up entirely too close to his. "Stop your fuck-me vibes Witch or you will cause a fucking riot inside my club." He growled sharply.
"That is not my fault Ryder, I never asked to be Fae-fucked on the side of a highway," I retorted, seething that he would chose to belittle me for something he had done in the first place.
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She's so fucking green. Untried. Un-sampled by my kind. I should have bent her over the hood and taken what I needed, what I wanted. Could have stolen the memory, erased it from her mind. She's a puzzle that I want to tear apart and watch as she struggles to put herself back together.
Her scent is driving me bugfucked crazy, I want to push apart her sweet pink flesh and sink my cock in until she knows nothing else, wants nothing else. I want to fill her, feel her as her warm, sleek muscles clench my hard length lovingly.
Feel her from the inside. Abuse her insides. I get what I want and right now, it's her. She should run, but I'd catch her. I always catch my prey. I take, because I can, because no one else can stop me. I am what she fears, I can smell it coming off her in succulent waves and it drives my inner beast insane.
She is trying to hide it. Useless futile fucking attempt, I can smell it as I can smell her fucking sex begging me to tear off those tight fucking jeans and savage it. She's a hot blooded woman, she needs to be fucked. Hard. Soon. By. Me.