“Who is fucking you, Synthia?” Unfucking-believable! She’s aware of what is happening to her, when she should be utterly mindless with need.
“You are, Ryder. I need to feel you moving inside of me,” she cries, her body trembling with need.
I sink inside of her, amazed that she’s coherent. How the fuck!? Not even I managed to understand fully who was riding my slick cock through Transition. She’s utterly amazing.
“Synthia, I plan to keep you forever,” I whisper softly as I rain magic kisses all over her body.
“Mmm,” she sighs as she moves against me.
She’s fucking mine.
We both struggle, pushing, riding each other, and then we collapse in a mess of limbs and exhaustion. I smile against her hair as she rubs her ass against me again. She turns over and smiles like a cat in need of having its tummy rubbed. Her eyes flicker to my cock that’s already growing from the sultry look of her eyes. She pushes me down and lowers her head. I swallow a groan, watching as her tongue strikes out and runs the full length of my cock.
My hips buck and she moans, taking my cock inside of her mouth, relaxing her throat until she can take no more. She pulls away and slides her tongue down the hard silky length of it, sending pleasure to my balls. I feel it then, her teeth. Canines—she has fangs. I should be taking notes; instead, I’m at her command. Her teeth drag over my flesh, and I groan from the intense pleasure. She takes the head in more and I run my hands through her hair, and growl with approval. And then her fangs sink into my flesh, and I explode in her mouth, her hungry moan the only sound in the room.
I swallow another groan that tries to tear from my lungs. Eventually, I pull her off and looked into her glowing eyes. She has fangs; they’re tiny, but there. I smile as she wipes the blood from her chin and climbs up on my body.
“You took my blood,” I accuse huskily.
“I want more,” she replies, smiling as her tongue tests her new fangs.
“No one takes my blood, Synthia, ever.”
“Planning on killing me then?” She’s teasing me.
Fuck! She’s amazing. I push her back down on the bed and my cock enters her greedy warmth, as she smiles impishly. Too bad she won’t remember any of this. She’s the most erotic thing I have ever encountered in my entire life. She moves, and I moan as her cries join mine.
I feel my chest tighten as I watch her. Something feels like it is cracking inside of me and allowing her in. I should push her away, make her hate me. The thought of it makes my chest tighten, and my stomach drop. Fucking hell! I shouldn’t feel this shit—it’s deadly, and she’s deadly to me.
Chapter Eleven
She sleeps, oblivious to the fact that she's finished her Transition in neck breaking time. Ristan watches her closely from where he stands, beside the bed that Syn and I lay on together. “Anything?” I ask, impatiently.
“She's like a blank fucking slate. I can't see tomorrow, hell, today is blurry. She Transitioned in less than three days. From the brands, I can tell you she's some kind of Blood Fae, but you already knew that. She's very strong and exceptionally beautiful,” he finishes, ignoring the growl that rips from my throat. He smiles, and turns to level me with his silver and black eyes. “You need to curb that shit now. We don’t have time for it if we are going to save Faery and figure out who the fuck is killing our kind.”
“You think I haven't tried? She accepted him. She fucking fed him, and she baited him for more.”
His eyes grow large and round. It was almost fucking comical. “And he allowed her to live?”
“He more than allowed it, Ristan. She made him purr like a fucking kitten. My beast fed from her, and he backed off instead of feasting. He didn't want to hurt her. He even pulled away when he thought he was close to doing so. He's never done that before. He has never wanted anything as much as he wants her.”
“Are you sure she won't remember him?” Ristan asks carefully, his eyes guarded.
“Why the fuck do you think I called you in here? It sure as fuck wasn't so that you could stare at her naked!” I scrub my hands over my face in exhaustion. She had fucking worn me out, and I loved every minute of it.
“She's an enigma to me. I'm not even sure how she managed to live this long. I can't see enough of her future to even know if she actually has one. I’m not sure what you want from me here. Either she’s being shielded from me seeing it, or I’m not supposed to. I could sit here all day making excuses, but the truth is this, I can’t get shit from her.”