Fae Chronicles; Fighting Destiny Part 24

"I need you to know that we are leaving here within twenty four hours, I'm going to use every f.u.c.king minute of it Syn."

"Ryder," I whispered not sure how to get out of this unscathed.

"Twenty four hours, anything I want to do to do you. Give me that much Syn," his voice matched mine and was raspy, hoa.r.s.e. He was one hundred percent Fae in this place, hunter to the core. His eyes tracked every minuscule move I made.

My core jerked awake with his words. Twenty four hours of giving Ryder what he wanted. The image of his body f.u.c.king Claire's came floating to my mind. My throat closed, as my mouth went dry. The idea was terrifying and enticing at the same time. Ryder wasn't the type of man you walked away from. You crawled on hands and knees; trying to remember who you had been before his touch corrupted you.

"Decide, now."

"One condition," I whispered, knowing I'd already lost the fight.

He c.o.c.ked a dark eyebrow and tilted his head, listening.

She thinks she can bargain with me. I can smell her p.u.s.s.y already. Begging to be f.u.c.ked by me. She's succ.u.mbing to the alcohol in her system. She's not on edge here, not yet. Her eyes are constricting with need, her p.u.s.s.y clenching with the need to be punished and used by me.

My hands itch to touch her, to grab her hair and make those pretty f.u.c.king lips wrap around my c.o.c.k. I want to watch her f.u.c.k me with her mouth, until I come inside of it. I watch her pupils dilate and constrict, her lips flaring.

She's all woman, tempting me when she shouldn't be. She's less than I am and yet I can think of no one else, nothing else besides how she is going to feel and look when I f.u.c.k her raw. She fights me, fights her needs and yet I can smell it on her. Every. f.u.c.king. Time.

She's smells erotic, her wetness drenching her pink folds, I need to watch heat ignite in her vivid blue eyes as she accepts me inside her body. I want to watch as the heat from l.u.s.t fills inside her endless depths, as her p.u.s.s.y grows moist with her need while I'm driving my c.o.c.k deep inside of her.

"Say it, agree to it Synthia," I growl, my c.o.c.k is hard, hard as f.u.c.king steel with the need to be f.u.c.ked by those juicy red lips, to dominate her completely.

She doesn't answer me, it p.i.s.ses me off. "Syn..." I warn her, letting the need I feel in my c.o.c.k enter my voice.

"Don't make me forget it, please," her voice is filled with her resolve. Her answer shocks me. I would have thought she'd ask for the memory of tonight to be erased. I hate that I can't f.u.c.king predict what she does, what she says. In my world it's deadly.

"I'm going to f.u.c.k you, hard." She needs to know I won't be myself. I'll be driven by the need to f.u.c.k her until she submits to me in every way possible.

She lowers her eyes briefly, she's hiding the fear my words flare inside of her. When she lifts them again I see more resolve and l.u.s.t. Her body tightens with need. She wants this-wanted me to remove the option of saying no for her. I had seen it in her eyes as she watched me f.u.c.k Claire in my office. She wanted to take her place. She wanted me to bend her over and spread her apart and feed from her instead of Claire. And f.u.c.k if I wouldn't have done so in a f.u.c.king heartbeat if I hadn't thought she'd run afterwards. The hunger she created was wild and undeniable.

I watch as her nipples harden with my words. The musky scent of her wetness drifts in the air. My hound's growl fiercely and howl wildly into the night, feeling my excitement from where they are outside the door guarding us from intrusion. The hunt makes them wild, lets them become the beast for a while.

"Say it," I growl struggling against the urge to f.u.c.k her, here and now. If it was anyone else, I would. But this is Syn and she needs to be shown the difference between a boy and man.

"I'm yours for twenty four hours," she whispers her eyes narrowing with self-loathing. She hates it as much as I do, this f.u.c.ked up electrical pulse that ignites the air around us when we are near one another.

"That's not what I need to hear from you, now say it."

Her tongue snakes out, trailing over perfect f.u.c.kable lips as she watched me through narrowed eyes. My c.o.c.k jumps with excitement with what those red lips will be doing to it soon.

"Anything you want, for twenty four hours," she corrects her earlier statement.

I barely contain the growl that rushes to my lungs. Excitement makes my pulse increase as she moves to step closer to where I still stand. Her hips flare and she moves closer to me slowly, I hold my ground letting her come to me. Those tight hard buds stand up proudly as her tight breast jut forward begging to be pinched and kissed.

I'm going to use every f.u.c.king minute of my time with her. When she walks tomorrow-if she can, it will be with soreness between those thighs reminding her that I f.u.c.ked her. And she's going to be sore-everywhere.

Twenty Nine

I wanted to cry and yet I couldn't. It was a weakness I couldn't afford with this man. I shouldn't be excited and yet I was and it floored me, because I shouldn't be. I was wet-for him! It was unimaginable, my body was traitorous, already moisture pooled between my thighs for him. My nipples begged to be touched.

The images of him bending Claire over the desk, his rock hard c.o.c.k making her scream-it had been haunting me ever since I watched them. I was giving him control, giving myself over to him for an entire day, or more if I was right and his agreement was based on Fae standards.

Why did I feel so much excitement when I was supposed hate his kind? His hand came up as he wrapped it around my back and brought us together, placing his lips on my neck. I blushed as I realized he could feel the hard pebbles my nipples had become.

"Is your p.u.s.s.y wet for me Syn? If you lie, I will punish you," he growled thick with l.u.s.t.

I brought my eyes up as my hands went flush with the sinewy muscles of his naked chest and washboard abs, his touch warmed my body instantly. I bit my lip and considered what I should say. If I lied, he would abuse me and I might like it. If I told him the truth, he would know I was already weak with need for him. "Yes," I whispered as I felt his lips as they curved into a wicked smile on my neck from where he was standing against me.

I could feel the evidence that told me he was affected by me as well. My fingers curled with the need to grab and stroke the silken shaft that was poking against me. He's considerable in size.

"I could f.u.c.k you right now, right here and you would let me wouldn't you."

"Ryder," I growled needing him to do as he said right now.

"You want it now, want me to take you. You want me to spread you apart and shove my c.o.c.k deep inside of this sweet wet p.u.s.s.y. Don't you Pet?" His voice was hoa.r.s.e, rough with need.

I would have let him do anything to me at this point. He didn't need me to answer his question. I couldn't if I tried, his fingers were stroking and touching my skin, along with his tongue caressing my neck, and it was too much. I could feel the storm building, close to the surface with his touch, the fire kindling, igniting and burning out of control-for him.

"Get on the bed and face me Pet. I want to see you."

I stepped closer to the bed, and hesitated as my stomach swirled with nerves. This was it, no going back. If I did this, I'd never be me again. If I did this, there would be me before Ryder and after. No middle, he was the f.u.c.king Dark Prince! And right now, he wanted me. And even if it made me less, I wanted him. I sat down, deciding right then, that it would be worth it in the end.

"I need to taste you, to part your sweet p.u.s.s.y and f.u.c.k you with my tongue until you fill my mouth with your sweet juices," he growled before pulling away, his eyes wicked as he watched my body spasm from just his words.

My knees grew weak as my body leaned closer to him. He watched me as his hand explored my s.e.x leisurely. His words left my head spinning. My mouth watered with the image he had set, I hated myself for it because I wanted him.

He raised his head and the dangerous intensity in his eyes, the raw need he had for me almost dropped me to my knees. "I choose when you come tonight Syn. I can smell your p.u.s.s.y, you're close to coming and I haven't even begun to start with you," Ryder growled huskily where his mouth hovered next to my ear.

"I need to come Ryder," I replied with a layer of gravel in my voice.

I closed my eyes briefly, fighting to regain my mind. It's a red haze of need, need for the Fae whose words are taunting me.

Those dangerous amber eyes met and held mine captive. I'm so f.u.c.ked. I will never be the same girl I was before I chose to walk into the party with him tonight. I turn away, afraid of the desire I read in those eyes. Afraid of what I feel for him.

The feeling of being watched makes me bold as heat ignites in my nether regain with the thought of what is to come. I lay my head on the softest pillow and turned in time to watch Ryder.

He stalked me from the edge of the bed, knowing I am already his. His eyes feasting on my naked flesh.

"Spread your p.u.s.s.y for me," he whispered thickly.

My hands lowered to my flesh and I hesitated briefly, shaking with the urgency to please him, which shouldn't be there. I've never allowed another to watch me touched myself. The act was sensual and private, intimate. In the end the urgency won and I allowed myself to do as he asked and part my flesh for his greedy eyes.

I watched as his nostrils flared, I'd long suspected he could smell my need, but I'd refused to believe it. His eyes started to glow with l.u.s.t, plain and simple. My eyes lowered to his c.o.c.k and I groaned. He's hugely endowed and fear of it licks inside my s.e.x starved mind making it work against me.

He is bigger than anything I have known or tried before. His lips turned up creating a wickedly sinful grin. "Touch yourself for me Synthia," he growled as his hand slid down to cup his s.e.x.

"I want to hear your noises, make yourself wet." The heat in his timbre excited and ignited the flame inside my inner vixen, she raised her head and smiled wickedly.

The harsh intake of breath that erupted from him as I smoothed my hands over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s excited me and I watched him as he moves closer and watched. When I raised my eyes to meet his I was amazed at the raw need I seen in them, my skin grew taut under his greedy gaze.

I caressed my naked flesh, as I watched as flames leapt inside his eyes. He watched me for several more minutes while he did the same to his c.o.c.k.

"Get on your knees on the bed and face me," he growled hungrily.

I did it, bending over seductively, allowing the seductress inside of me to splay her hips and a.s.s for him, as he had ordered me to. When I faced him again, he stepped closer, his hand stroking his shaft. His eyes landed on my lips.

I didn't need a guide to know what he wanted from me, I'd done this before and most of it was instinct and the need to please your lover. My smaller hand replaced his, as I looked up to see if it was what he had intended for me to do. His eyes searched mine intently. I lowered my mouth and opened it, using my tongue as I flicked his engorged mushroom cap. I wouldn't be able to take him completely-but I was d.a.m.n well willing to try.

The hiss that broke from his lips was all the encouragement I needed. I kissed him and licked around his flesh, curving my tongue around his silken length. He was too big, my tongue still molded to the sensitive side of his hugely thick c.o.c.k, enjoying the feeling of his heart beating inside my mouth.

My hand tightened around him. Jerking him off slowly as I fed my mouth more of him until I felt it pus.h.i.+ng against the back of my throat.

"Your mouth is so f.u.c.king hot Syn. f.u.c.k, you drive me crazy. Look at me, I want to see your eyes as you f.u.c.k me with your mouth," he growled fisting his hand in my damp hair. He pushed himself further in and began to move inside my eager mouth. He f.u.c.ked my mouth with his c.o.c.k as his eyes seared into mine.

My teeth sc.r.a.ped against his soft sensitive skin, gently but firmly enough that he growled. His legs strained to keep himself upright. I smiled around his c.o.c.k seeing the muscles tense as he pushed in again and again, the saltiness of his precome igniting the fire inside of me.

He pulled out leaving only the head entombed inside of my mouth. His eyes locked with mine in a silent battle of wills before he pulled out completely and used my hair to push me back onto the bed effortlessly. Forcefully, in a show of dominance. He was showing me that he was in control.

"My turn," he said dropping to his knees and gripping my hips as he pulled me to the edge of the bed where he had kneeled. I moved my body, sitting up until I was perched on my elbows in an upright position so I could watch him.

His eyes still locked with mine as he reached up and gripped my hips. He lowered his eyes to what lay bared to him and grinned devilishly. His hands moved slowly as he spread my legs even further, until he had full access to my soaking slit. I was wet-for him.

There was no hiding the evidence of my desire from him with my sleek wet heat bared to his greedy eyes. I watched him lower his mouth closer without touching it, without giving me what I needed. "Ryder-"

I almost screamed as his tongue came out and licked the sensitive bud softly, yet firmly enough to make my body shake from it. I dropped my head as he caressed it sensually. He growled as if he was angry, but his voice when it broke through the haze wasn't angry-it was seductive.

"Look at me, open your eyes and watch me f.u.c.k you with my mouth Syn."

s.h.i.+vers erupted over my skin as I forced my head to stop swaying and come back up to meet his hungry eyes. The moment I did he parted me and licked the soft slit slowly, methodically. Watching him as his tongue stroked my most sensitive parts was highly erotic. I moaned as he continued, his eyes taking in every emotion I experienced from his touch.

My head felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds and eventually it rolled back once more, he growled as we lost eye contact again. He stood making me cry out at the loss of the heat his mouth had created on my flesh. I watched as he stood and leaned over me, his c.o.c.k warning me with what was to come as he stretched up and grabbed the pillows easily with his tall frame.

His brands pulsed and moved with a life of their own. I moaned as I imagined how it would be to finally give in to the urge to trace them with my tongue, to see how he tasted. He pulled on my hips, adjusting them until I was perched with my a.s.s on the pillow and exposed to him.

"Break eye contact and I stop, everything stops. I want to see you as I f.u.c.k you Syn." He warned heatedly.

"I need release. I need you to make me come Ryder-now." I begged.

"Not until I tell you to come Syn, in this place I am your master and you come when I f.u.c.king allow it. Your p.u.s.s.y gets rewarded when you please me, do you understand, or do I need to teach you how to serve me?"

I moaned, but I managed a nod of agreement.

Twenty four hours of this? I'd die, but what a glorious freaking way to go.

He sunk between my thighs once more and I willingly opened for him, exposing myself to him as he demanded. My legs trembled from the need for him to continue his ministrations to my core. I watched as he placed soft kisses to my thighs as his mouth got closer to where I urgently needed him to be. My hands came up and gripped his hair, but his own hand came down stopping mine and removed them easily, as he held them down on my own stomach.

I felt his fingers as he trailed his free hand down my stomach to my sleek core, touching, feeling and exploring every inch with a leisure I wasn't feeling. "Ryder," I growled and s.h.i.+vered as his husky laughter sounded from between my thighs.

"What's wrong little Pet, you want to come don't you? You want me, a Fae to f.u.c.k you hard and fast, don't you? And I will Synthia, I plan to f.u.c.k you until you're sore from it, until your p.u.s.s.y is swollen and tender and then I will f.u.c.k you again. By the time I am done with you, you will be ruined for every other f.u.c.king man in this world and the next. Tomorrow when you walk, if you can walk, it will remind you that I was I inside of you, that I f.u.c.ked you until you couldn't remember your own f.u.c.king name. And that you allowed a Fae inside your body and lived."

My womb constricted, my p.u.s.s.y tightened and juices flowed that shouldn't have come from his wicked words. He'd just slapped me with what and who he was and I couldn't have cared less, so long as he made good on his words. I cried out as his mouth hovered, his tongue lapping at the juices his heated words had created. Fear flickered in my eyes, as I considered his words.

He was killing me slowly, my body was so hot and on fire, so ready to explode and he knew it. He was taking his time, driving me past the brink of irrationality. I cried out as his finger slowly entered me, his eyes low and filled with intensity as he fed me them.

"You so f.u.c.king tight Syn, you want more don't you? You want to ride my fingers until your p.u.s.s.y comes all over them," his voice was strained.

I cried out as yet another finger entered me, filling me. He pulled them out to the tips and rammed them back in several times before his mouth descended on my c.l.i.toris sucking it in and releasing it in perfect rhythm with his fingers. I was so f.u.c.king close, my body was straining, flushed with moisture from the need to find release.

I felt my body cresting the glorious peek, but just when I thought I would detonate from it, he stilled all motion of his hand and mouth, thwarting me from coming. My muscles tightened around them milking them for more but he refused to allow me to come.

"Ryder, please," I pleaded, needing to go over, needing to crest that magnificent precipice and ride its waves.

"Not yet, don't even think about it. I'll tell when you can come Pet."

His mouth lowered, his hot breath fanning my core before his tongue flicked against the soft sensitive nub. He put another finger inside of me this time and the fullness was overwhelming, painful and pleasurable as he slowly, meticulously pushed them in the tightness. Preparing me for his ma.s.sive size, without this he'd tear me apart and we both knew it, but knowing didn't make my body agree with it, this was f.u.c.king torture.

"You're too tight. I want to put my c.o.c.k in you so f.u.c.king bad Syn. I want to drive it in until you scream my name. Do you want it Witch? Do you want this Fae c.o.c.k f.u.c.king your tight p.u.s.s.y until it comes for me?" He growled as I nodded eagerly, uncaring if he was Fae. "Say it, tell me you want me to f.u.c.k you, say my f.u.c.king name Syn," His eyes captured mine.

"Ryder, I need you..." I moaned it, unable to make my mouth work correctly as he drove his long fingers inside of me, as his mouth sat inches from the sensitive spot that would make my release instantaneous if he allowed it.

"Tell me to f.u.c.k you Syn, tell me to f.u.c.k your tight p.u.s.s.y."

"I want you to f.u.c.k me Ryder, f.u.c.k my tight p.u.s.s.y. Make me come," I screamed as my body quivered with the need to release, my muscles sucked greedily of his fingers pulling them even further into my core.

"Such a contrast to your normally cool facade, your body wants me Synthia. Even as you struggle against what your mind is telling you. You want my f.u.c.king c.o.c.k, you want it buried inside of your tight body and right now you'd do anything I asked you to do, just to be f.u.c.ked by this hard c.o.c.k. Wouldn't you?" He growled and my body responded violently clenching against the pain and pleasure his fingers were creating deep inside of me.

"Yes!" I screamed needing his touch more than I needed my f.u.c.king pride.

He lowered his mouth, hovering even closer than he had been, his eyes locked with mine as he pulled and pushed his thick fingers inside more, as he prepared me for his splendid c.o.c.k. "Not yet Synthia," he warned his voice filled with gravel.

I pushed against his fingers, raising my hips to take even more of him and give him more access, more depth inside of my tight confines. He opened his mouth watching as my eyes grew lowered with desire, he was going to allow me to finally find release from the need that he'd created and nothing else mattered.

His hand that had been holding mine to my stomach was removed, allowing me to grab his hair the second he released them, his lips hovered rubbing over my c.l.i.t softly-I didn't want soft. I needed fast and hurried, I needed to come, needed my release. Now. "Ryder, now please, I need it now." I cried feeling it as it started to build. My hips rocked trying to force his mouth down to where I needed it.

"Good girl," he whispered, "Come for me," he smiled and dropped his head to my soaking core.

He drove his fingers deep inside at the perfect tempo with his mouth, sending me instantly over the cliff he'd been holding me on. My body trembled violently as sweat broke out on the back of my neck, small goose b.u.mps flooding over my skin as my nipples hardened even more if it was possible.