When the room was cleared of his men, I sat up on my knees letting the sheet drop to the mattress. He was deathly still. His chest wasn’t rising. No air was coming out of him at all. I bent over him and kissed his lips gently as he watched me.
“You don’t get to die on me. Not now; not ever,” I whispered brokenly.
I stared at Ryder as he watched me from the bed. His eyes were hazy, as if it wasn’t Ryder who was watching me now. He growled as he moved closer to where I sat on my knees on the soft bed. A feral growl erupted from deep in his chest, and, before I knew it, he had pinned me flat on my back to the bed, his hands firmly holding mine down to the mattress. He let out another growl and my panties dissolved as he’d intended them to.
“Mine,” his voice resonated, with so much force that it constricted my throat and blocked the reply from coming out. Yes, I was his.
His legs parted my thighs roughly as his mouth lowered to my neck. Blunt teeth nipped and scraped over my skin, causing a small surprised cry to break past my lips. Ristan sifted in, as if he’d been outside the door with his ear pressed against it.
“Out, Demon!” Ryder growled, sending a chill racing down my body to my toes.
“Synthia,” Ristan said as he ignored Ryder’s forceful demand.
“I’m fine, Ristan, really.”
“She’s mine,” Ryder warned the Demon in a tone so chilling, and filled with such a silent threat that I closed my eyes as a bit of fear took root in the pit of my stomach. I somehow knew he wouldn’t hurt me—other people were fair game—but I knew he would protect me no matter what craziness was going on around us.
“Yes, she’s yours,” Ristan said as he met my eyes and glanced away quickly. He didn’t hesitate as I shot him what I hoped was a reassuring look as he sifted out, leaving me alone with Ryder.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he went back to nipping at my neck.
I obeyed him, and felt as the head of his swollen cock entered swiftly. I cried out at the invasion of my body. His hands kept mine pressed firmly to the mattress, and I was helpless to move. His mouth growled against my neck as he continuously fucked me until he cried out with his instant release.
I held still, waiting for him to climb off. He didn’t. Instead, he released my arms and flipped me over onto my stomach and entered me from behind as his hands reached for my hair, and the small of my back. One pulling, one pushing as he rode me from behind, roughly.
“So fucking good, so fucking tight. Mine,” he snarled and lowered his mouth to nibble at my shoulder. He was rough, and yet tender as he took me until we both shook from release. He hadn’t fed enough, though. I could feel his hunger as surely as I could feel my own.
“Syn,” he whispered after the trembling of our bodies had subsided.
I didn’t reply as he pulled me over. Tears of joy erupted from my eyes as I realized Ryder was back; my Ryder was alive and sound in mind, unaffected by the iron.
“My beautiful Fairy,” I whimpered with relief.
“I hate when you call me beautiful. I’m not beautiful. I’m bad. I do terrible things and, I do them very fucking well.”
“I don’t care,” I replied vehemently because, right now, I didn’t care.
“You should, since I’ve done some of them to you,” he whispered.
“But I don’t care, Ryder. You almost fucking died on me!” I snapped, finally letting out some of the pain and worry I’d felt.
“I wouldn’t have died,” he said, lowering his mouth to claim mine harshly. I opened for his assault, and met it with a force that matched his.
He pulled away and smiled. “I’m going to fuck you,” he warned.
“Good,” I replied, uncaring of the soreness between my thighs he’d just created.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked as his knee once against parted my thighs.
“No, I want it harder,” I replied nibbling my bottom lip as he watched.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want you to fuck me, hard.”
“Remember, you asked for it,” he replied, before nudging me with his sex between my legs as it sat poised at my entrance.
“Then I guess you better stop talking, and give me what I asked for, Ryder,” I whispered through the tears building in my eyes. I was tired of being strong; tired of doing what was right. I wanted this beautiful creature who had been my enemy, and now held my heart.
“And, is that all you want, Pet?” he whispered back, kissing my forehead softly.
“You…I just want you.”
He hissed as the glow ignited inside of his eyes, lighting them up with my words. He kissed small lines down my face and neck, until he hit my carotid artery where his tongue came out, and licked the wild beating pulse that his touch was creating inside of me.
“You’re so fucking addictive, Synthia Raine McKenna,” he growled, not letting me down as he sat us slowly to the bed as his hands cradled my face between them and his eyes searched my face.