I want to hold her hands above her head and feed her inch after glorious fucking inch of my cock, watch her eyes as she takes me inside her body hungrily, greedily. Her mouth opening to gasp, as she makes those sweet intoxicating sounds that drive me insane with the need to turn from noises to screaming as I fuck her until she trembles and gives me what I want—her unrefined lust. She'd be magnificent in hunger, wild and unimaginable. She is making me violent with lust, unfed Fae—fuck! I shouldn’t be feeling anything for her, I’m here for one reason and one reason alone. She thinks I’m less than I am. I'm so much fucking more. Deadly is an understatement, when I reveal what I am—this world will never be the same again.
I almost had her, her eyes watching me as I fucked Claire, she wanted to be her, wanted me to use her soft supple body instead to slake my unending hunger on. It took everything I had to keep the beast from going after her as she tore from the room, scared, fucking scent flooding my mind. Claire didn’t even satisfy. She left me cold, unsatisfied, useless flesh that takes any of my men anytime. She'd been convenient before, not anymore.
Syn is scared. She should be fucking terrified. I want her and nothing will stop me now. Not even her newly risen love, if he gets in the way he will really go to his grave, I own him now. Another fucking pawn, on my growing board. His supposed death broke her, I intend to pick up those pieces and use them to get inside her beautiful fucked up mind.
She knows there is something different about me, but she's smart enough to keep it to herself. Smart, because I'd have to snuff her out before she's had a chance to live. Living, she hasn’t even fucking begun to live. She's so locked in her fucking past that she doesn't even see the way everyone watches her. She's as clueless as Arianna, who will never become anything more than a fucking means to an end.
Tomorrow night, mmm she has no fucking clue, but tomorrow she will be mine if only for the night. It won't be enough to sate the hunger I feel inside for her, but it will be enough to brand her skin and mark her as my own. Then no one can question who she belongs to. She's mine. And I will have her in every fucking way possible, until she becomes a problem. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Until then, I plan to take her until she only knows one name—mine.
Twenty Three
I sat in the room listening as Adam and Larissa droned on about the Samhain celebration the Guild would be throwing. I'd be missing it this year, to go with Ryder. He'd been cryptic about what it was that we were going to, but he'd said he'd give me a time frame from when I would be released from his contract.
That alone was worth attending a Fae event for. I could have said no, but something inside of me wanted to see him in his natural surroundings. There was something deeper to him, softer than I'd seen before. He'd almost seemed human while we'd danced together.
If I was smart, I'd play sick and not go, but something darker inside of me wanted to see him around his own kind. Wanted to explore these darker feelings he was pulling to the surface inside of me.
Adrian had left a mark. He'd torn a huge part of my soul out when he'd died. His miraculous return only tore the wound open again and maybe that was why I was pushing Ryder's buttons, while pushing my own boundaries. But this hunger that Ryder was pulling from me was primal, an intense fire that was burning out of control and leaving ashes in its wake. These feelings demanded to be explored even as my mind warned me of the consequences.
I considered the consequences and yes they scared me. He was pushing my boundaries, pushing myself control. I was tempted to allow his seduction, I was fighting it, but it had more to do with fear of what he could do, more than what he would do. His kisses pushed me further, consuming my mind with a desire that scared me and yet exhilarated me at the same time. I wanted to find the passion I felt with him and yet I was attracted to the one thing I'd been scared of my entire life.
He consumed my thoughts. I needed to get away from him and fast. He was quicksand and I was sinking. I should be focused on the murders and who would be next, it had been quiet on that aspect and we were no closer since Vlad had sent us that message or sick and twisted invitation—or whatever you wanted to consider it.
It meant that somewhere out there, someone was dying. Being tortured for vital organs, while we sat around and waited to find a body. I was going stir-crazy inside the house, even though I normally stuck to my bedroom reading in our apartment, being inside this place with Ryder under the same roof was driving me insane.
I almost jumped as a knock sounded from the door disturbing my thoughts and the couple chattering on the other side of the room. Wasn’t sure why they were inside my room prattling on but I was glad they were there. I was just about to yell open, but the person had already walked in before the words left my lips. Adrian stood there with his eyes locked onto me.
I came off my back quickly, placing my bare feet down onto the carpeted floor. I swallowed the lump that swiftly filled my throat as his turquoise eyes swept the room and landed on me. I didn’t know what to say, I wanted to ask him why he was here, why he had lied and hidden from us but I knew I wouldn’t accept the answer no matter what it was. The truth was he'd left us.