Taunting Destiny (24 page)

“
You’re not inside of me yet.”

“
I’m not?” He smiled, and the fullness dissipated; only to come back with a vengeance, pounding inside of me until I was helpless to do anything but feel him as he magically fucked me. Sweat beaded on his forehead and slid down until it rested on his nose. I was jealous of that bead of sweat because it was touching his flesh.

He final
ly released my hands from where he had pinned them above my head, and I threaded my fingers through his hair and brought his lips down to meet mine. I kissed him as if there was no tomorrow, because, with us, there might not be. When I allowed him to pull away from me, his eyes said he too was thinking the same thing. Even with his comments about keeping me, we both knew that probably wouldn’t happen.

“
I’m going to show you something, Pet. I need you to trust me, and not panic.”

“
I think I can handle that, Fairy,” I shot back.

He pulled away from
me, taking his magic with him. When he was sitting on his heels with his hands in the air, I felt his magic pulsing around me. I’d felt his magic during sex, and it was mind-boggling. I was about to tell him that when it started. I had something…no, I had things, pressing against every fuckable hole in my body.

I felt the need and started to open
my mouth instinctively, but he stopped me, with his eyes and words. “Just feel, Syn, don’t react.”

Easy for him to say;
he wasn’t the one with something trying to press into every place it could fit! I shivered at the feeling of his magic invading my body, my senses. I could feel him inside of me, and, yet, I could see him and knew he wasn’t. I could taste his come in my mouth, and whatever was inside of it. It was pressing against my throat, and so I imagined what it would be like to curl my tongue around it. His magic felt and tasted just like he did. He moaned as if he’d felt it, or maybe I had the ability to do the same thing as him with my magic. I continued imagining caressing him with my tongue, but no other noise of pleasure broke from his lips. It had been worth a shot anyway.

Th
e one between my thighs entered me and began keeping the same slow, steady motion of the one in my mouth. The one aimed at my ass didn’t move, it only pressed against it with the impending threat of penetration. I felt myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the impending orgasm, but he held it off and wouldn’t allow it yet.

“
I’m inside of you, everywhere. I can take you anyway I want, at any time. I can make you feel more than any other creature in this, or any other world can.”

I moaned at his words
as fear trickled down my spine at the thought of his full dominance, and how he intended to use it on me. I wasn’t a sub. I wasn’t even sure I could pretend to be one very well. I wanted what I wanted, and I did not like waiting for it. Ryder wasn’t the type to boast either; when he said he could do something, he did it. The man was a sex god, and I was his with only one look from him. I could hate him one minute, and the next, I was in his bed naked.

His laughter was dark and sexual as he took in the look of unease, and pleasure mixed on my face. “I plan on doing so, but not tonight. Tonight, I just want you to learn to trust me again. I fucked up, Syn, and I’m sorry you got hurt in the process.” The magic mimicking his cock in my mouth, eased out. It was a good thing he couldn’t read my mind, or he’d know I was a lost cause with that simple look of dominance he got in his bronze eyes.

“
I’m learning to trust you, Fairy. In this room, I trust you, always have. It’s outside of it that we don’t work. You keep secrets from me. You hide who you are from me. You are no better than I am, Ryder. We pretend to be what people need from us, what they need us to be. People like us have no future. We live our lives for other people.”

He shook his head as he spread my thighs apart.
“Not tonight. Tonight, I’m living
for
you. I’m making a choice to treat you as my woman,” he whispered as his magic left my body, and he replaced it.

I moaned as he
pushed into me, the feel of his flesh was more than any magic could ever replace. I had tears in my eyes, but not because I was sad. They were there because he’d just told me he cared for me. Ryder, the freaking Sex King of the Fae, had just told me I was worthy of him in his eyes.

He was slow and gentle, and when he rolled us over so that I was sitting on top of him
, I moaned in response to the depth he had reached in this position. I moved my hips slowly, allowing him to go even further inside of me.

“
That’s it, ride me. Gods you’re so fucking tight around my cock. I can feel your pussy tightening around me, caressing me from the inside.”

I moved a little faster, gasping as I did so. He was too big, and in this position he was buried deeper than before. I knew it was taking a
lot for him to give up control. Ryder was a control freak, and I loved that about him. He loved to control my pleasure, and I loved it when he gave me releases unlike anything I’d ever known before.

I was stretched wide to fit his incredible size, and while a twinge of pain shot through me, I knew it would be worth it in the end. I was wet for him, which helped with ridin
g him. I felt the storm increase in strength, and I moved in a frenzied tempo to crest the storm and exploded, still impaled on his shaft. He didn’t allow me to come for long on him though. Instead, he sifted from inside of me, his mouth replacing his cock at my soaked core, and he started lapping at it intensely, and working me over with his mouth.

The noises he made while he ravished my soaking core made the orgasm continue, and his magic was inside of me again.
It fucked me from the inside while I rode the orgasm, feeding him as I did so. When the orgasm began to wane, he was behind me, shoving me down as he entered me hard, and fast.

“
I love that you are so wet for me. Your body knows who it belongs to. It weeps for my touch, and parts so readily for my cock. Can you feel me, fucking you, stretching your sweet flesh for me? Can you feel my magic kissing every inch of your beautiful flesh as I control your pleasure?” He growled it out between clenched teeth as he pounded himself deep inside of my wet sheath.

His hand reached up and pulled my hair
, hard enough that my head was forced back so that he could watch my face as he continued to fuck me. His magic nipped greedily on my breasts, as if his teeth were there, biting them softly. Hot magic fanned across my clit before pressure was applied, and I cried out. His wicked smile told me that he was well aware of the effect his magic was having on my senses as he released it to control every nerve ending that was connected to my passion.

I moaned, and felt him grow
ing inside of me as the wetness his magic created in me allowed him to penetrate my body further. His eyes were lit, and he pounded inside of me relentlessly. His body moving inside of mine with perfect movement; his magic sucked at my clit and abused my nipples sinfully.

“You
are
mine
, so fucking mine.”

“
Yes,” I whimpered as he increased the magic, and his assault. The only sound inside the bedroom was flesh ignited in passion, and muffled screams of our mutual pleasure. I fucking loved it.

“
Who controls your pleasure, Pet?” he asked.

“
You do!” I screamed as another orgasm threatened to take over.

“
Who am I?”

“
Ryder,” I moaned.

“
Who am
I
?” he asked again, and the question made me think, which I didn’t want to do.

“
You are my Fairy, and I am yours. Now shut up and fuck me harder.” I said the last hoping to ignite his anger, because with his anger came hard sex. I loved it hard, and I loved sex with him.

His hand ca
me down and slapped my ass hard as the other pulled at my hair, sending the nerves inside both regions into overdrive. He rubbed the area that he’d just spanked and repeated it. “That’s for almost dying on me again, Pet,” he growled. His hand pulled me up by my hair until my mouth was close enough for his kiss. “This is for pleasing me.” He kissed me, without any walls. He held nothing back as he took me from behind, and his mouth assaulted mine in a hard demanding kiss. When he released my mouth, he gave one final deep thrust and his release came out as a strangled groan. I fed from it until we could do nothing more than lay there; entwined together, catching our breath.

When we’d both recovered
, he wrapped his arms and body protectively around me and smiled. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect,” he whispered and leaned over to kiss my forehead gently. Tears shot to my eyes, hard and relentless. I shoved them away, knowing they would disrupt what was occurring between us—whatever it was. We had found a semblance of peace tonight, and I didn’t want to ruin it.

I
felt like I couldn't walk the next morning. He’d taken me until my legs trembled, and the only thing I could say was more, and yes please. I felt painfully full, and fully sated. His only response when I’d tried to crawl away from him had been that he wasn’t done with me yet. He was insatiable, and every time I'd tried to crawl away, he would just pull me right back to him, and make me want him more. When he finally allowed me to sleep, I’d slept like the dead, wrapped in his arms and safe, which seemed to hold the nightmares at bay.

I was currently watching him sleep. Once again
, he looked much younger, and peaceful. He'd watched me for at least three years, and he'd designed our fate. He’d arranged it all and ensured we’d meet, and, in the end, we had.

I wasn’t sure whether I should be upset or impressed that he
'd actually gone through everything he had just to be with me. Most people would run. Hell, I should be running and putting as much distance as I could between us, but I couldn't.

I wanted him to look at me with
that intense heat burning deep in his golden eyes. I wanted to feel his touch on my soul. And he had touched my soul. He hadn't even been trying, and, yet, I caved in to him every time he touched me. I wanted more than he could offer, or was willing to.

This wouldn’
t end with a happily ever after. It would end with me becoming his sex pet, and that wasn’t something I would ever accept as my future. I wanted more than that, more than just to be his bed mate. Besides, I wasn’t sure in which direction my life was going. Everything was out of control. I mean, someone had just blown up my house.

I may have changed into something else, but my
principles were the same as they had always been. Right now, I was sleeping with the enemy, and, no matter how much I tried to tell myself I needed it, my heart was going to end up broken. Today, I would start looking for another source of nourishment, and cut ties with Ryder before I fell any deeper into whatever this was that I felt for him. I was teetering on something dangerous with him, and every moment I spent in his company—I was getting more attached—and that was dangerous grounds. I wasn’t sure I wanted to delve deeper into my feelings for him. It wasn’t safe.

He smiled
, and opened his eyes to look directly at me. “Sore?” he purred with his eyes low and fused with heat already—a self-assured grin lifted his mouth into a sexy smile. They were beautiful when heavy from sleep. Unguarded was the best way to describe them.

“
Very,” I whispered, and sat up, trying to dispel the heat that rose inside of me from looking into his endless golden depths.

“
Good,” he replied with a low growl, and watched me as if he was stalking his prey. I could feel his gaze penetrating me, even without turning to confirm it.

“
What's the plan?” I asked, getting straight to the point and to veer away from a topic that would only boost his male ego. As if the man needed it.

“
You are staying here with me. At least until I can figure out who is targeting you, or why they are. It was too close last time, and in order to prevent it from happening again, I want you here, protected.”

“
You want me to stay here, inside, until you can figure it out?” Was he serious?

He nodded
, and smiled as I groaned inwardly. “That was not what I agreed to. I agreed to be your happy meal, not your prisoner. Locking me up to keep me safe is the same thing.”

“
Someone is trying to kill you. They blew up your fucking house. Give me some time to look into it. Please, at least give me this. I need to know you are safe before I allow you to leave. Besides, where would you go?”

I wanted to say no, but that would just confirm how stubborn I was
. Or worse, it would show him I was afraid to be close to him. People had almost gotten hurt because someone had tried to kill me. “Fine, you have a week. If you can't draw them out by then, you have to promise me that I get a try at it.”

“
No—”

“
Ryder, they are not just going to come out if I'm not used as bait. They came when I tapped the line. They knew where I'd be immediately after. These are the same people who killed my parents, or at least one is for sure. Don't ask me to stay idle through this, because I can already tell you, it won't happen. I want him dead. I want them all dead, in a real bad way.” I didn’t often want people dead, but when I did, I went all Goodfellas in the brain. I wanted them dead, I wanted their memory dead, and I wanted them to die in a real painful way.

“
Blood thirsty wench. I think my dick just got hard.”

“
I'm serious, Ryder, you have one week. Then, we do this my way without a single complaint from you, or anyone else. Agreed?”

His eyes narrowed,
but I wasn’t backing down. Not on this, not with the ones who'd killed my parents. This was my fight and mine alone. People could get killed, and I'd carry the burden on my soul because it was how I was shaped. He was lucky I was giving him a shot at them without me being present at all, and he knew it.

“
Pet,” he looked right at me and paused. He must have seen the determination in my eyes, because he changed the direction of his thoughts. “One full week, with the agreement that you try to learn your new Fae abilities, so that you are prepared for whatever happens. I want you ready for them, Pet. On this, I won’t bend,” he said, pulling me back into the bed, and leaning over me.

“
Fine, one week. You train me on how to be a Fairy,” I whispered, swallowing as he lowered his mouth to mine and captured it passionately.

“
One week,” he repeated, before kissing me again gently, with softness he didn't normally use with me.  When he pulled away, he smirked wickedly as if he’d just won a huge prize. “It’s time to learn how to use magic to dress, Pet.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

We settled into a routine. He was gone at night—he wasn’t specific on where he was going or what he was doing, but I suspected it had to do with the Mages—and I'd learn how to use magic during the day. I was making progress, and could become clothed with a single thought—as long as I wanted to wear leather, which seemed to give Ryder some enjoyment.

He acted almost
like he had a normal relationship with me, and was surprisingly gentle in the few days it had taken for us to settle into a routine. It was comfortable, and the atmosphere was amazing when he'd drag me to bed to feed me after draining my energy during my ‘Fairy’ training. He smiled more, and would become almost human until he'd go out at night, leaving me in his bed like the entire day had meant nothing to him at all.

Each night
, one of the men would knock softly on the door, signaling him that they were ready to go, and his entire demeanor would promptly close off and become detached, cold, and distant as he left for the rest of the night. We would go back to normal when it was time to train. Nights, I used planning how to call out the person who wanted me dead. As time dwindled down, I was becoming more agitated.

“
Pull the magic around you. Focus,” Ryder said from across the room.

We trained in the room where my
entire existence had been altered by him, the same room where he’d asked Zahruk to replay my past, only his powers had made the room larger. “Ryder, this is pointless. How am I supposed to know the difference between Fae magic and the same magic I have been using all my life?”

“
One is wild magic, the other is dark magic. Try not using the dark magic,” Ryder smirked as he once again leaned against the wall, and folded his arms across his chest. He continued to watch me fumble through the training. I was beginning to think I would never learn how to use Fae magic, and frustration at failing plain sucked. My confidence was already battered and still bruised from failing to save Larissa.

I grumbled
, but tried again. The entire room grew thick with electrical current from the power radiating through me.
Dark Arts
…I cut it off and shook my head. Several more tries and I still couldn’t pull the power that Ryder thought would be inside of me, out. I was still trying to pull the correct magic from within when Ristan entered the room.

“
Keep trying,” Ryder said while nodding to Ristan who walked to where he stood and leaned against the wall with him.

“
Anything?” Ryder asked, turning to look at Ristan.

“
No, I have a small group out scouting, but I can see nothing. How's the magic training going?”

“
She's unable to pull it out,” Ryder said softly as I continued to try.

“
So, she isn’t progressing?” Ristan asked.

“
No, she isn’t trying hard enough. She’s still using the magic she was taught at the Guild. She should be able to do it naturally, with just a thought. Right now, she isn’t tapping into anything besides my patience.”

“
Oh I wouldn't say that.” Ristan grinned widely. “She's tapping you nightly.”

“
Ristan, figure out who is trying to kill her. I want to know who it is by tomorrow night.”

“
You got it. But, Ryder, whoever it is; he's doing a damn good job hiding from us. There's no scent to follow, or a single trace of him.”

I turned my back on them
, shutting them out as I tried to pull out more magic. It was hopeless. I'd been using magic since I could remember, and nothing was coming but the magic I’d always used. But that wasn’t the magic I needed. Casting came easily, but the only thing coming was what I couldn’t, and shouldn’t use. Not without the help of a coven anyway. Dark Magic could kill, or do damage to the caster if not leveled and kept balanced by a full coven.

“
Ever consider that she's already tapped into her Fae magic and that maybe, just maybe, she's been using it all along?” Ristan said to Ryder, making me spin on them.

“
How is that possible if I've been blocked by the brand on my neck? Wouldn't you have felt the magic?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes.

“
If she's been using it this entire time, we'd have felt it,” Ryder agreed, even though he'd tilted his head, which he did when he was thinking.  “Unless the actual magic is being shielded. She has always smelled of wild magic, even if she wasn’t using it.”

“
How old were you when you first used magic, Syn?” Ristan asked softly.

“
Three was my first memory of using it,” I answered him smoothly.

“
She can't lie,” Ristan said, causing me to lift an eyebrow in confusion.

“
Why would I? I have nothing to gain by lying.”

“
You’re also fully Fae now, Synthia. You couldn't lie if your life depended on it,” Ristan mused with a cocky grin on his lips.

“
Point?”

“
Age three is extremely young for a Witch to start casting. What else could you do at three, Syn?” Ryder asked as he pushed from the wall and let his arms drop to his sides. I watched the muscles in his abdomen as they tightened with his movements. He'd come shirtless today for the lesson, and I hadn't complained one bit until now.

“
Simple things; I could control the heat of my bathwater, food that I didn't like I could change into something simple like fries, and clothes—shit!” I stopped cold and blinked. I'd changed my clothes, and even my mother’s on occasion with a simple thought—but I hadn’t used spells then. I realized that I had begun believing in the power of the spells, instead of the power inside of me when I had moved to the Guild.

“
You could change clothes,” Ryder said, tilting his head with a devastating grin. “This whole time you have been struggling to materialize cotton, and you could do it at three. That’s an impossible feat for any but a select few Fae at that age.”

“
You thinking, what I'm thinking, Ryder?” Ristan asked from where he'd stayed leaning against the wall.

“
That Syn is the real Light Princess, whose mother must have had an affair with one of the princes of the Blood Fae, giving us a little Syn?” Ryder smiled wickedly as he watched me closely.

“
I'm
not
the Light Heir. You said I was Blood Fae.”

“
She's about the right age, and it would account for why she would have known Adam, and bound him as a familiar at such a young age,” Ristan supplied. “Blood Fae had a compact with the Light, as well as the Dark, twenty one years ago. They could have easily met at the Samhain feast, and typically all three castes would have been present.”

I felt as if I was drowning and couldn't breach the surface of the water. It was horrifying to even con
sider it, since the Light Fae were the most obnoxious of any caste, with their air of superiority.