“He needed it,” I said, and then I was emptied of his cock and flipped around roughly.
“He did, but you didn’t,” he snapped. “He doesn’t get to mark your flesh, and he knows it. I should remove the plug and fuck your sweet ass; maybe you’ll learn a lesson,” he growled from deep in his chest. “You baited him even when he was trying to resist his more primal urges.”
“I did, now shut up and fuck me harder, big boy, or let him out to play,” I challenged him and then winced as he painfully parted my legs and drove his full cock inside of me.
I cried out in shock, and tried to un-skewer myself from his massiveness. “What’s the matter, Pet? Bit off more than this sweet * can take?” he asked as he started to rock his hips. “Fuck, you’re tight. This is what you need, isn’t it? To be dominated and controlled. To be fucked by a monster, one who loves you above anything else?”
“Yes,” I moaned as my head rocked from side to side while I came undone. “Yes!”
“Good, now good girl,” he said as he rolled us until I was sitting on him. “Ride me. Ride me until this sweet * comes again so I can feed.”
I rocked and moaned as pain assaulted me, but I was immortal and I wasn’t going to allow him to win. I lifted myself up until only the tip was inside, and then lowered myself at a painfully slow pace as he watched where our bodies were joined.
“Holy hell,” he whimpered, and I watched him as he continued to watch us, his eyes glazed over from lust as I used him over and over again.
I pushed my own power out, listening to him and his body’s reaction to my power as I fed him; he moaned and lifted his eyes to meet mine. His heart raced as his blood pumped in his veins. I’d taken his control, and we both knew it. He’d never fully given me control, and I wanted him to like it. I sent more waves of magic out, feeding him as I continued to slowly ride him.
“Gods save me,” he growled as he took control back, using my hips as an anchor as he pushed and pulled me until we both exploded into a heap of writhing bodies, moaning and screaming from the sheer magnitude of the release of power and pleasure. I was glad he was King, and not only of the kingdom, but of the castle. He’d had the foresight to make the room soundproof, and it was good that he had.
But then, he did love to make me scream, and sex with Ryder was primal. Those animal instincts we were born with always took over with him. And I fucking loved it.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I walked the next day with a subtle limp. Not because I was sore, but because he’d insisted I wear the damn thing, and I wasn’t going to lose this game of ecstasy. It wasn’t even noon when he took to me to our room and pushed me down to my knees, then used my mouth like it was his to control. When he’d finished, he’d lifted me up and kissed me as if I was the most precious thing he owned.
“Is it sore?” he asked.
“No,” I lied, and smiled. I could lie! He couldn’t.
“Good, come here,” he said as he dragged me to the bed and removed my clothing with his magic. I looked at him questionably, but only had a second to guess his intentions before I was placed over his lap and the first slap landed.
I screamed, and then felt heat flood to my cheeks as pleasure washed over me.
“Count, Synthia,” he growled and slapped my ass again, this time he caught my * with his fingers and swore. “Damn, you’re wet,” he growled and took me on the bed without warning. When we were both in another pile of arms and legs and soaking wet with sweat, he grinned. “I fucking love you, there’s no question about it. No one has ever made me stop a game of seduction, or remove something before I was ready. I felt you wet and it was game over. I had to be inside of you more than I had to draw air.”
I kissed his lips and then fell back on the bed.
There was a knock at the door on the castle corridor side and we both froze and then laughed. “Do not get that,” I warned.
“I’m getting it, right after I fuck you again,” he growled. He pressed his erection against my leg. “You make me insatiable. Like I’m stuck in Transition, and it’s going to be never ending.”
“Good,” I laughed.
The knock sounded again.
“Get dressed!” Ristan’s angry voice shook the door.
We both paused, and then Ryder growled enough to shake the entire room.
“He’s wounded,” I whispered as I stood and looked at Ryder as I waited for him to glamour my clothes on.
“Fine, but I’m not finished with you, Pet,” he warned as he glamoured clothes on us both.
Ryder opened the door, and I gasped as the rapidly healing wounds on Ristan’s face told some of the story of his torture. “Where is she? I wanted her in my quarters,” he bit out.