Fighting Destiny (The Fae Chronicles, #1)

I felt his fingers as he trailed his free hand down my stomach to my sleek core, touching, feeling and exploring every inch with a leisure I wasn’t feeling. "Ryder," I growled and shivered as his husky laughter sounded from between my thighs.

"What’s wrong little Pet, you want to come don’t you? You want me, a Fae to fuck you hard and fast, don’t you? And I will Synthia, I plan to fuck you until you’re sore from it, until your * is swollen and tender and then I will fuck you again. By the time I am done with you, you will be ruined for every other fucking man in this world and the next. Tomorrow when you walk, if you can walk, it will remind you that I was I inside of you, that I fucked you until you couldn’t remember your own fucking name. And that you allowed a Fae inside your body and lived."

My womb constricted, my * tightened and juices flowed that shouldn’t have come from his wicked words. He'd just slapped me with what and who he was and I couldn’t have cared less, so long as he made good on his words. I cried out as his mouth hovered, his tongue lapping at the juices his heated words had created. Fear flickered in my eyes, as I considered his words.

He was killing me slowly, my body was so hot and on fire, so ready to explode and he knew it. He was taking his time, driving me past the brink of irrationality. I cried out as his finger slowly entered me, his eyes low and filled with intensity as he fed me them.

"You so fucking tight Syn, you want more don’t you? You want to ride my fingers until your * comes all over them," his voice was strained.

I cried out as yet another finger entered me, filling me. He pulled them out to the tips and rammed them back in several times before his mouth descended on my clitoris sucking it in and releasing it in perfect rhythm with his fingers. I was so fucking close, my body was straining, flushed with moisture from the need to find release.

I felt my body cresting the glorious peek, but just when I thought I would detonate from it, he stilled all motion of his hand and mouth, thwarting me from coming. My muscles tightened around them milking them for more but he refused to allow me to come.

"Ryder, please," I pleaded, needing to go over, needing to crest that magnificent precipice and ride its waves.

"Not yet, don’t even think about it. I’ll tell when you can come Pet."

His mouth lowered, his hot breath fanning my core before his tongue flicked against the soft sensitive nub. He put another finger inside of me this time and the fullness was overwhelming, painful and pleasurable as he slowly, meticulously pushed them in the tightness. Preparing me for his massive size, without this he’d tear me apart and we both knew it, but knowing didn’t make my body agree with it, this was fucking torture.

"You're too tight. I want to put my cock in you so fucking bad Syn. I want to drive it in until you scream my name. Do you want it Witch? Do you want this Fae cock fucking your tight * until it comes for me?" He growled as I nodded eagerly, uncaring if he was Fae. "Say it, tell me you want me to fuck you, say my fucking name Syn," His eyes captured mine.

"Ryder, I need you…" I moaned it, unable to make my mouth work correctly as he drove his long fingers inside of me, as his mouth sat inches from the sensitive spot that would make my release instantaneous if he allowed it.

"Tell me to fuck you Syn, tell me to fuck your tight *."

"I want you to fuck me Ryder, fuck my tight *. Make me come," I screamed as my body quivered with the need to release, my muscles sucked greedily of his fingers pulling them even further into my core.

"Such a contrast to your normally cool fa?ade, your body wants me Synthia. Even as you struggle against what your mind is telling you. You want my fucking cock, you want it buried inside of your tight body and right now you’d do anything I asked you to do, just to be fucked by this hard cock. Wouldn’t you?" He growled and my body responded violently clenching against the pain and pleasure his fingers were creating deep inside of me.

“Yes!” I screamed needing his touch more than I needed my fucking pride.

He lowered his mouth, hovering even closer than he had been, his eyes locked with mine as he pulled and pushed his thick fingers inside more, as he prepared me for his splendid cock. "Not yet Synthia," he warned his voice filled with gravel.

I pushed against his fingers, raising my hips to take even more of him and give him more access, more depth inside of my tight confines. He opened his mouth watching as my eyes grew lowered with desire, he was going to allow me to finally find release from the need that he'd created and nothing else mattered.

His hand that had been holding mine to my stomach was removed, allowing me to grab his hair the second he released them, his lips hovered rubbing over my clit softly—I didn't want soft. I needed fast and hurried, I needed to come, needed my release. Now. "Ryder, now please, I need it now." I cried feeling it as it started to build. My hips rocked trying to force his mouth down to where I needed it.