Fae Chronicles 01 - Fighting Destiny (19 page)

"You won't owe me anything, the only way you will get inside the club will be if you impress the bouncers who know their lords taste in women. So I will send Claire out to get you a dress, size 5?" His eyes skimmed over me slowly, ravenously.

"Yes," I wondered how he knew what size I was from just looking at me, but then he'd probably dressed—and more the point undressed thousands of females. And Claire who? Not that I would be asking him, since I wanted to scream right now.

"You will dance for me, so I know you can do it when it's time," he answered smoothly.

"No. Freaking. Way."

His lips twisted up, "Okay, then Larissa can do the job. She's to his taste as well and she does not seem to argue as much as you do Synthia."

I closed my eyes and counted to ten. I wouldn’t let Larissa do this. She was too sweet to go into a nest of vipers like the vamps. She'd more than likely pass out at the first sight of Vlad. I opened my eyes to catch his sparkling with interest.

"When and where?"

"My room, now," he purred.

My body responded instantly. It disturbed me on so many different levels that I was getting mental whiplash from it. "I am not coming to your bedroom, not willingly. Ever."

"Is that so?" He moved silently as he stood up towering over me. This man was carnal, his beauty mixed with a frightening twinge that left me boneless. "I could force you in, or you can walk. The choice is yours. Decide now."

His eyes slid down to meet mine, challenging me, daring me to say no. I opened my mouth to do just that but the words I wanted to say didn’t come out. Instead I stood there with my mouth open as his eyes burned with his need to feed. "I'll dance for you Ryder, but that doesn’t mean I'm on the menu."

"You think someone like you could feed me Synthia? I'm the Dark Prince. I need more than some little itchy Witch with a big mouth for dinner."

Ouch! I wasn’t sure why his words made my stomach hurt and plummet to my feet but the fact that it did bothered me. "Good."

"Fifteen minutes, I want to see skin," his eyes slide to my shorts as I bit my bottom lip waiting for him to say more. "I'll have Claire bring you something for now. If you can manage to impress me I won't ask Larissa to go to Nightshade."

Claire came in a short time later, all leggy, beautiful and impossibly Fae. Her long blonde hair the perfect shade of platinum, with milk chocolate eyes the perfect shade as well. She was incredibly beautiful and friendly.

She was overly excited about helping me dress, almost to the point of annoyingly so. I held my tongue and allowed her to give me any advice that would keep Larissa from having to do anything with Ryder, or Vlad Tepesh.

Ryder's room was in the lower level of the house, on the ground floor, larger than his room back at the Dark Fortress and more sadistic. He had chains hanging from the ceiling and some sort of chair set up that I was pretty sure I didn’t want to know what it was used for.

The bed was as big as the other's I'd seen, easily fitting a full out orgy party. Black silk sheets covered it invitingly like a tractor beam to catch and hold you within its smooth clutches. I'm sure they were a distraction for what he did to the women who ended up in it.

I stood barefooted and alone inside his room. Claire had manifested a skirt that barely covered my ass and the shirt was barely made with enough material to cover my breasts—which she had suggested that I go braless in order to get more of a reaction from Ryder.

It was idiotic to do this, hell it was suicide to make a Fae want you sexually and yet here I was in nothing but a hookers outfit with no panties on! My head was telling me to get out even as my hormones demanded I give in and make him want me and oh so much more. I reached back for the doorknob when I felt his eyes on my skin.

Electricity flickered over the surface, scorching my flesh. I turned, looking over my shoulder to take him in. His white button up shirt was undone completely, his smooth chest exposed to my greedy eyes. The top buttons of his jeans were undone as well, showing a thin line of dark hair that trailed low into his jeans.

"Leaving?" He inquired, sauntering further into the room from the archway he had just entered from.

I bit my bottom lip struggling for courage to see this through. "This is a bad idea."

His dark head tilted as he took in the slutty clothes and bare feet. I was shaking and it had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with being half-naked and inside Ryder's private domain.

"Afraid you might like it my little itchy Witchy?" His voice came out gravelly, as if he was feeling the same thing I was. Lust.

"No, I just have more of a sense of self-preservation than most women."

I blinked at how husky my voice had sounded.

"Is that so? You're shaking, cold?"

I could have lied.

I should have lied.

Should of, would of, could of.

"No," I whispered dropping my eyes to floor so they would unlock with his bronze stare. They locked on to his bare feet. It was intimate being in his bedroom and both of us missing our shoes. My hands trembled violently, as I balled them into fists to keep them from being noticed.

"Bed or the chair, Pet. What's your poison?"

My nipples hardened at the word "bed" flowing from his lips. Bloody hell I was lusting after my sworn enemy and he knew it. "It doesn’t matter, pick one."

"Bed it is," he flashed me a devastatingly wicked smile before his fingers snapped together and the iPod dock clicked on and the music started playing. I followed his movement as he watched me with those animalistic eyes, no glowing yet which was good.

I meant to start for the bed, but my feet wouldn’t move. They were glued to the spot where I shook like leaf with the reality of what I was about to do—with
him
. I could take men to their beds to murder them, yet I couldn’t walk towards one where I would pretend to be aroused enough to pull off a stupid job. This was ridiculous.

Why the hell had I let that stupid woman talk me into no panties? I wanted to turn around and run from the room, run from this place and never look back.

"I can still get Larissa to take your place, Synthia," he rumbled, forcing my eyes to swing to his.

I couldn’t put Larissa and Adam through this, I'd told them what was going down when Adam had come up to see what was wrong with me. We had a strong bond, we could sense each other's distress and when I'd explained it to him. He'd cursed but agreed I was the better choice for what we had to do tomorrow.

I strengthened my spine and straightened my shoulders telling myself I could do this. It was only another interview—right. The last one had gotten someone killed!
Stop it you freaking wussy! Get it together. Now.

"No Fae-fucking me Ryder, promise me that you won't."

His eyes lit up but he shook his head. "Not unless you piss me off, but I won't fuck you, I don’t fuck unwilling humans, Syn. I have thousands who actually want my dick. I don’t need an unwilling one." He settled on the bed with his back propped up—every inch the predator he was.

I swallowed past the thickness of my tongue. Nine Inch Nails was pounding from the stereo, the beat of
Closer,
erotic and perfect for what this was. A show. "Good," I replied forcing my feet to move one after the other as I walked toward my impending doom.

When I was inches away from him he held his hand out and I flinched away as if his skin would burn me.

"Relax, if you can't do this, how are you going to pretend to be my fiancé in front of Fae who will see you for the fake you are? They will see the tension and know you are not Fae instantly; we are a very sexual race Syn. To pull this off you are going to have to get over this aversion you have to me."

He was right, which failed to make me feel any better about what I was about to do with him. Even if it was only just another part of the show.

His hand came up and cupped my cheek softly, stroking my skin like a lover's touch. My eyes flashed to his and locked on the amber glowing fully now within his molten depths. His free hand went to the small of my back and he drew me closer, unhurriedly, allowing for me to escape if I needed to, my breath hitched in my lungs as thousands of different sensations ran wildly through me.

"Ryder," I sighed without meaning to.

"Stop thinking Syn. You keep over-thinking everything."

My lip trembled with the need to either kiss him, or run. I settled on biting it softly while his hands held me in place. The one on the small of my back came around softly pressing against the silk of the skirt as he rubbed his hand across my ass through wispy material. He lifted my leg and placed it on the bed carefully.

I watched his nostrils flare as the glow became more apparent, as he allowed me to see the full fire that I’d created in him. "No panties?" He questioned through a guttural tone.

"Claire said it would guarantee you—I mean Vlad chose me for the job," I murmured. My hand instantly smoothing the skirt to assure myself it was still covering my core.

"Did she?" His voice was barely above a whisper before he groaned and released my face to rub his hand down his own.

"I can go change," I blurted trying to remove my leg he still held in place.

"No, it's too late for that." He replied rasping his words as he lay back on the bed releasing my foot in the process. "Make me want you Syn."

I fought for strength as I watched his eyes search my face carefully. I exhaled a shaky breath and then placed my hand on either side of his hips as I climbed onto the bed to sit on my knees above him. His hands came up and cupped my hips as he watched me straddled his hips.

I could smell him, the exquisite smell of male, rich and toxic to my hormones. His mouth turned up in the corners, his roguish smile back in place as he watched me through hooded eyes. One hand pulled away and he snapped his fingers making the song restart.

I moved my hips slowly and sensually as his hand came back down to rest on it. This was just a job, another one. I could get through this. I brought my hands up caressing my breasts which got a curse from his lips, empowering my inner vixen.

He wanted a show? I'd give him one he wouldn’t soon forget. I dropped down slowly, temping him with what he knew was bare beneath the skirt's flimsy material. My hands rose to my hair, removing the ponytail, letting it fall sensually down my back. I leaned over him placing my hands between his head on both sides bringing my face close to his.

His eyes never left mine. I heard his quick intake of breath as my lips lowered to a hairsbreadth from his own. My tongue snaked out to lick his full upper lip, slowly, eagerly. I dropped the last inch rubbing against him, which was a mistake.

I was sex starved and he was sex incarnate. His hands released my hips, one went to the back of my neck holding me in place (as if the thought of escape had even crossed my mind since touching him) while the other cupped my ass and pushed me down on his full, hard erection.

His kiss was searching. His lips touched and found mine, gently at first and then demanding as we lost the fight. Colliding together like two cars out of control in a head on collision. One minute I was above him and the next I was beneath him as he devoured my mouth hungrily, intensely, savagely.

Together we were explosive, I gave him back as much as he was giving me. The demand I felt in my body was complete and naked need. Intense and erotic. He ground his huge erection against my naked core, until I could feel the storm building inside of me. I wanted him, I wanted him in this moment unlike I had ever wanted anything else.

I called his name over and over as it built inside of me until I thought I would break into a million pieces but his feral growl was low and harsh as he pushed me off of him and stood up, backing away. It was a reality check, his breathing was as labored as my own, the need inside of me winning over self-preservation. I fought to catch my breath, my chest heaving with both breasts exposed to him. My hands shook violently as I righted my clothes and fought to control the urge to reach down and finish the job myself.

One touch and I would explode, one touch and I’d come for him.

"If you do that to anyone and I mean
anyone
else Syn, I will lock you up inside this fucking room. That wasn't dancing, not by
any
fucking means." He paused turning his full hungry Fae eyes in my direction.

I was angry, at myself, at him—at this entire situation. "You Fae-fucked me."

I was thrown back on to the bed before I knew he'd even moved. His hands caressed my body as his mouth crashed against mine and every thought that had been inside my head was gone. I had one need and it was to please him, to give him what he needed of me.

His cock pushed against his jeans and I wanted it inside of me. I told him so, begged him to give it to me. Even as my mind screamed somewhere deep in the recesses deep inside where I was still myself to fight him off. My body refused to listen and I instantly knew the difference.

The first time had been
me
—giving in to the hormones, this time—this time it was
him
. I felt the storm building again, violently and painfully. His body vibrated with his need and the sensation was intoxicating. I cried out as I exploded, my body shaking, legs trembling, my eyes open but sightless as I watched a multitude of colors explode where his face had been.

“I could bury my cock inside of you right now Pet you’d allow it wouldn’t you?” He growled.

“Yes,” I whispered knowing only one thing. I needed him, now.

“I could part this sweet pussy and bury myself inside of you and you’d fucking take every inch I offered while begging for more. Wouldn’t you Pet.”

“Yes,” I replied pleading, as I shook my head.

When I drifted back to earth, I cried out as my body shook from smaller orgasms still ripping through it, his eyes watched me intensely, angrily. "That’s the difference between me mind-fucking you and your body needing release. I suggest you never forget the two Syn, or I will
gladly
remind you of the difference."