Taunting Destiny (The Fae Chronicles, #2)

“Hello?” I asked the room in general.

“Synthia, you shouldn't be awake yet,” Eliran said from somewhere beside me.

“I can't see,” I whispered through parched lips.

“You need more sleep,” Eliran continued.

“How much more sleep does she need?” Ryder's rich baritone sounded from right beside me, making me jump. “Easy, Syn. I took the collar off. If you sift right now, you could easily be hurt.”

I must have blushed over my entire naked body. I turned toward his voice and lifted my hand to find his face through the blurry vision. “Did I change into a monster?”

“I would like to say a three-headed one,” he said with his mouth against my cheek.

“Well, shit,” I said for lack of anything better to say about turning into a fucking monster.

“I'm teasing. You held human form the entire time. You are Blood Fae, or at least half—fangs and all.”

I felt my stomach churning. “Fangs?”

“Sexy little ones’ that felt unfucking believably hot on certain body—parts.”

I groaned at him, and pulled the sheet over my head, trying to close out the world and what I had done. I remembered some of it and some of the things that fell out of my mouth, like telling him his dick was the best treat and that I'd rather have it than chocolate. I mean, c'mon, I gave his dick a better rating than chocolate—who does that?

“Can we pretend it never happened?” I asked when he had stopped snorting.

“Not on your fucking life. Not when you said my dick was better than—”

“Okay, Ryder, she looks good, healthy. I'd say she needs more sleep so her senses could come in, but she's a stubborn patient. I'm going to go and give you two some room,” Eliran said a moment before the door closed across the room.

“—Chocolate.”

“Seriously, I'm at a disadvantage here, and I might have to apply for a handicap sticker for my ass.”

“Your ass doesn't need a sticker. I promise it was just as amazing as the rest of you.”

I swallowed and shook my head. “Did you also kick my ass while you were at it?” I asked, feeling each and every muscle cry with the slightest movement.

“It got rough; you got rough. It should go away after your body heals with sleep.”

“Ryder, where exactly did I bite you?” I asked, pulling off the sheet and blinking as I tried to gain control of my eyes.

He laughed, it was deep and husky, as if he was remembering it with way too much fondness. “You really want to know?” he replied when he had finished laughing at my expense.

“Sorta,” I whispered and swiped my hand at his shoulder as he started to laugh again. “This is serious! I need to know how bad I was.”

“You weren't bad, you were sexy as fuck. You took your first blood from my cock.” His mouth smiled wickedly, as he enjoyed torturing me with the explicit details.

“No,” I shook my head in disbelief. “There’s no fucking way I did that. I bit your cock? Did you scream at least?” I was shocked and kinda glad I couldn't remember that part.

“No, your fangs are for pleasure. They’re not the same as Vlad's. You’re at least part Blood Fae, you can control blood and anything to do with it. Vlad's are to feed, and if necessary, fight. His father was Horde.”

“So I don’t need to drink blood?” Oh hell—say no. For all that's holy, say no!

“No, but you will take it for pleasure. How are you feeling, besides being sore?”

“Like I should hide my face. How many times did we…you know?”

“I lost count after seventy,” he whispered heatedly.

“That's a joke, right?”

“No,” he replied as his lips touched my ear. “I fucked you in every position, in every way I could, and you begged me for more. You took everything I gave you. You begged me, and it was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. You fed perfectly.”

Heat flooded my body as I turned and watched the blur of peach color that moved closer. “You suck,” I mumbled.

“No, Baby, you suck, and you do it very fucking well.” He kissed my lips and held my face in place as I tried to pull away from him. “Oh, I don't think so. We've been together in every way possible, and you think you can pull away now? You're going to have to feed, and it's going to be every few days until you can balance your system out, or you could die. Who do you plan on feeding from?”

“You, duh, Ryder. I'm not the type to sleep around, even if I am a fucking Fairy now.”





Chapter Twelve