Fae Chronicles 01 - Fighting Destiny (35 page)

"You need a few minutes," he replied searching my face with a brilliant smirk.

"I said again Ryder, unless you're not up to it?" I taunted him feeling the motors inside my brain turn with the implications of my actions. His smile faltered, his eyes glowing with intensity as I felt his cock stir against my stomach, awakening again.

"Do you know what you are asking for Syn, I won't be as gentle as I was last time," he warned with steel in his tone, already pulling my leg up as he sat up. He settled between my legs, with his cock poised at the entrance.

I clenched with the knowledge of what I had just done, but I needed this. It was the only time I would allow myself to have him. After the twenty four hours were up we would go back to the way things were before. "Less talk Fairy, just fucking—" I groaned as he entered me hard and ruthlessly.

He drove himself in roughly, punishing me. I gloried in it, the feeling of his still growing cock as it turned to hard silk inside of me. He was driving himself inside of me hard, but he was holding back still. I could see the strain in his eyes as they locked with mine, he was testing me. This time I'd goaded him into it and he wanted to teach me a lesson.

“I know what you’re doing Syn, you think if I hurt, or punish you that it will make it easier to hate me. I won’t give you that satisfaction, I’ll fuck you. I’ll even give angry fucking sex. Who am I to say no to what a woman wants when her pussy is open and bared to me,” his eyes searched my face closely, “I’ll even make you scream and beg my Fae cock for mercy if it’s your desire Syn.”

He was too big, bigger than he'd been before. His hands clamped against my skin biting into the soft tissue of my thighs, as he fucked my body harder, exactly as I had asked him to. My legs quivered from where he held them up and apart, to use for support, as he buried himself deeper. He didn’t stop and when he did it was only to toss another pillow beneath my ass and tilt me up so he could punish me more.

This position gave him more depth and he took advantage of it until I could fit no more of him inside of my body. I cried out struggling against the pain and pleasure of the fullness he was creating inside of me. He laughed coldly, his eyes filling with heat as he continued to ride my body relentlessly. I didn’t want him to stop,
I
wanted this. Still, I could feel the storm building, readying the bliss that would render me oblivious once more.

"Don’t you fucking come yet, I'm not ready for you to." He growled fiercely with anger tainting his tone. He was pissed that I’d challenged him inside the bedroom after he’d told me he was master here.

"Fuck you Ryder, I’ll come when I want," I ground out between moans of pleasure.

"You think you’re in fucking control? No Syn you’re not,
I'm
fucking you.
I’m
in full control of my body, are you?" He murmured before he lowered his teeth scraping them over my nipple, his mouth clamping down to suck hard before he did the same to the other. He released his hold on my leg and his fingers stroked my clit, knowingly, seductively. The storm cresting only to stop when he once again stopped moving, showing me exactly how much control he had.

"I said not yet," he growled seductively with a wicked smile back on his full mouth.

I rocked my hips needing him to move, the fullness was too much when he stopped the friction. My lips quivered from the pain until he realized the problem and started moving with renewed force.

"Take it, take all of it," he ordered grating his teeth as he pushed and pulled and drove it inside me until I whimpered and shuddered with pleasure. I could feel him pulling it back, reducing the size and it pissed me off.

“Good girl, that’s it. Take it all for me Pet, you’re so fucking wet,” he ground out with his eyes never leaving mine. As if he could see inside my soul.

I bucked against him even though it took more strength than I had, his eyes lit up as he realized what I was doing. I moaned as he gave in and rode my body with vigor. His mouth was covering mine, but I wouldn’t let him in. Instead I bit softly against his lip, tasting the blood from before still on his lips.

My animalistic hunger fed his. Together we fed off each other’s anger, which was quickly transforming to white hot passion. It was hard angry sex, soul altering and life shattering sex. In this moment we agreed on this one thing together, fucking like savage animals without a coherent thought of what would happen afterwards.

I pushed against him, fighting his hold and was surprised when he stopped and pulled away from me. The dangerous hint in his eyes telling me he'd recite everything that I had agreed to if I stopped this now. He wouldn’t need to, not by a long shot.

"Get on your back," I growled enjoying the fierce growl that resonated from his throat.

Defiance lit deep in his amber eyes making them feral, as if he was considering defying the order. He didn’t want to give me control. He was a true dominant male inside the bedroom and outside of it. I pushed against his chest as we both stood on our knees facing each other. "I said on your back, I want you in my mouth," I growled feeling bold with the sexual allure my body was giving me.

He finally obeyed and laid his lengthy frame out for my greedy eyes. His cock jutted up thick and proud, making me wonder if I was as bold as I thought I was, probably not. But I was a bitch in heat and he was the cure. The biggest need inside of me right now, was to make him lose control and scream for
me
.

I gripped his cock hard, enjoying the gasp that escaped from between his lips as I bent over and took the glistening head between my lips. His hand tried for my hair but I backed up removing it carefully enjoying the startled look that stopping had caused him.

"Hands off Fairy, or I stop," I growled huskily.

When he complied throwing his hands up in surrender, I took him back inside of my hot mouth, flicking my tongue over the swollen engorged head, brazenly meeting his eyes as he had done with me. I took more, rewarding him for doing as I had told him to.

He tried to touch me again so I pulled back, running my nails gently over his thighs. I crawled up his body slowly, knowing this was hell on him. He was so used to being in control. So used to being the one calling shots with everything in his perfect little world. When I was sitting on his waist I smiled wickedly into his beautiful eyes.

"This has to suck, wanting a lesser creature. You want me don’t you Ryder,
your
cock wants
me
, wants to be buried inside of my heat. Doesn’t it?" I chimed smiling impishly before I reached behind my ass to stroke him. "He wants to feed from me, doesn’t he Ryder, he wants my pussy. Doesn’t that piss you off?"

"Don't tempt me wench," he growled struggling to get the words out past the feeling of my fist as I pumped it around his erection.

I stopped and lowered my face, I was in control of this and he needed to know it. "You want me and it pisses you off. I'm not in your plans, I don’t fit into your perfect little world and your cock here doesn’t get it and it wants me regardless of who or what I am. It wants to be buried inside of me."

I positioned his cock at my soaking entrance rubbing it over slowly, somehow instead of being fully in control as I had planned my body was in control, it grew wetter with the knowledge that he would be invading it again. I wasn’t prepared for what he did, his hands gripped my shoulders and he shoved me down on his cock—hard.

I cried out as he pushed and I pulled until my nipples hardened with the impending orgasm, but he stopped before it exploded. "Must suck my little Pet, how much your pretty pink pussy craves me just as much as I crave you."

My head swam with his words. Not his cock, not his body.
He
wanted me. He realized his mistake at the same time, a violent cuss leaving his lips. I pushed him down forcefully as he tried to sit up with his cock still sheathed inside of me. I rocked my hips watching as the anger drained from him.

He'd never admit to saying it, not tomorrow. But tonight we wanted each other, in every sense of the word. This wasn’t driven by primal needs. We were just a man and a woman fucking like there was no tomorrow, because for us—there wasn’t.

I allowed him to flip me over, back beneath him when he'd had enough of my teasing him with the slow gentle ride. His lips claimed mine in a crushing devastating kiss that curled my toes. When he pulled away his eyes searched mine for something, "Tell me you want me Syn. Tell me you want me right now, here, in this place, that you want this from me."

"Here and now Ryder, I want to be yours. Completely yours." I whispered knowing it wasn’t what he had asked for, it was more. It was a treaty of sorts until his time was over in which we would probably become enemies once more.

His kiss was soft when he claimed my lips again, his thrust inside of me was gentle and driven not by anger or need, but by an urgency to make every second of the time together count. And he did, driving himself inside of me until we exploded yet again.

He was gentle and hard and insatiable with his needs. When I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, he healed the pain with his magic and we started all over again. He was gluttonous, his stamina off the charts as he continued battering my body pleasurably. He was beautiful and wild with his need, his brands pulsing as he exploded with release.

Ryder had explained the time difference to me between bouts of making love. We'd been inside Faery for two days according to Faery time, while in the human world only a few hours had passed. We didn’t leave because Ryder had been done with me, or that the twenty four hours in the human world that we agreed to were up. We left because everything changed horribly. The hounds had gone off howling and whining until Ryder had gone outside to check on them only to come back in with anger pulsing from him in hostile waves.

"Get ready to leave, I had Malinda pack you an overnight bag," he nodded towards a corner and was out the door before I could ask him what was wrong.

When I was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans I walked out still barefooted onto the porch, where the thirteen stood glaring at me. "What's wrong?"

Ryder growled low in his chest, hatred in his eyes, "What
happened
? Your fucking Guild attacked my club while
you
kept me distracted
Witch
," he snarled.

Shock swept through me, "No way, they wouldn’t. That would be a suicide mission, for the entire fucking Guild. Alden wouldn’t give that order Ryder, ever!"

"They did and those who openly attacked have been slain," Zahruk growled.

I swallowed, a feeling of hopelessness settled on my shoulders. This wasn’t happening. Alden would never have given those orders, not unless he was trying to wipe out the entire Guild, which would be the end result. "When is my contract up?" I asked not meeting Ryder's angry stare.

"When I fucking say it is," he smiled coldly returning to the old Ryder effortlessly.

He sifted me back, barely slowing to throw open a portal and uncaring of any damage I might take. He was in as much of hurry to get to his people, as I was. Only he wouldn’t let me go to mine. I'd fallen on my ass as we had sifted in, the world spinning as I fought the urge to throw up everywhere.

Gone was the gentle lover who had been playful and completely different than he'd been in Faery. I struggled to my feet with my hand on my head as he watched his men who had sifted in shortly after us. I had no idea what had happened, or why he was acting like this other than he'd said
we
had attacked them. "Where's my coven?" I asked through the lump in my throat.

"Go to the room you were staying in and don’t come out unless you're invited Synthia," Ryder growled.

"Fuck you! Where are they?" I demanded and was instantly shoved up against the wall with his hands around my throat. I didn’t cry out, I didn’t flinch, "Where the fuck are my friends?" I snarled not caring if he tightened or loosened his hold, as long as he told me where they were.

"They're in the fucking the basement, chained to the walls because they were inside my club when it was attacked. I'd watch your mouth unless you want to join them. I should have known it was a fucking act, should have seen through it," he seethed.

I smiled coldly, "Is that what you think? That I fucked you just so they could do it? I don't play games and I had nothing to do with what happened—if you’re really stupid enough to believe that I would do that,
please
put me with them Ryder."

His eyes narrowed, his teeth ground together as he tightened his hold around my neck.

"Go ahead, finish it Fairy," I whispered feeling the blood as it rushed to my head, or leaving it. I met his eyes and held them with challenge.

"If you think I wouldn’t just because we
fucked
—think again," he growled.

I struggled to keep focus, "Fuck you, fucking means nothing to the Fae…I'm smarter than to think just because I fucked, you it would change a damn thing between us. Either finish it or let me go Ryder,
decide
."

His smile faltered, or maybe it was the stars rushing up around me that made it appear so. I felt his hands release my neck. I felt my body go limp as my legs gave out, unable to hold myself up any longer. He caught me before I fell. I saw the flash of remorse briefly before he covered it up with anger.

"Pussy," I said, or I think I did.

"Say again?" Ryder tilted his head.

"Pussy," I ground out through the pain in my throat, tears rushing to my eyes.

"You, Synthia, have a fucking death wish," he snarled.

"So do you," I challenged him, I knew it was suicide, but if I couldn’t get to my coven through my own stubborn pig headedness, they'd absorb my powers through my death and Adam would channel the power, he'd feel the bond sever.

"I'd behave, or you might find yourself chained to my bed," he replied huskily.

"Right now I'd choose death over your bed."

His men snickered. I was upset, scared and fighting for my life and the lives of my coven. If we had attacked, nothing short of a miracle would keep the Fae from wanting our blood. What the fuck could Alden have been thinking to attack the freaking Fae?