Part 24 (1/2)

”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.