Escaping Destiny (28 page)

She has no idea how much she turns me on when
I watch her take my magic. The beast is prowling, watching with
approval as he adds to the magic—and I allow it. “Fuck, you look so
seductive right now. You’re so fucking exposed, Pet.”

She moans, wild with her pending orgasm and
unable to make coherent words come out. Just the way I like her.
Even though I love her sassy fucking mouth, I enjoy her screams and
cries of passion more. I lower my mouth and continue to lick her
sweet juicy flesh as it flows like a river from what I am doing to
her.

Another cry escapes her lips, and I smile
with triumphant pleasure. She’s mine, all mine. She’s my little
freak in bed. My submissive to my inner control freak. She comes
out of that perfect little shell and becomes my everything. My
world. Out of bed she’s the perfect queen to my kind, but here,
between the sheets all bets are off. Here, we agree on one thing,
and it’s her complete submission that I am in full control of.

I push against her pert ass with my finger
and she stiffens. I pull back, and meet her eyes as she leans up,
but then I attack her with magic until she’s helpless, and
boneless. I enter her ass, slowly, but fast enough that her mind
won’t comprehend what I’ve done. Her entire body trembles with a
mixture of shock and awe.

I fill it until it tightens right along with
her tight pussy. I remove the finger, and replace it with magic.
She screams, as she’s filled from behind with it, but then I’m
there, entering her sweet flesh with my cock; swiftly, but careful
of the magic taking her from behind.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. You’re my fucking
world.” I let the words slip and instantly want to take them back.
I can afford to show no weakness, not to anyone. I’ve worked too
hard to get here, to save my world.

I switch my train of thought, and ask her
what she wants. She moans, and cries out as her legs slip further
apart and her ass moves against the magic. Fuck! So tight, so
fucking perfect. So wet and ready to come for me. “Good girl,
that’s it, let me in. Let me fill you until you can’t take
anymore.” I growl as I add more inches of my cock, into her tight
sweetness. She’s so fucking wet that I try to add more, until I’ve
filled her so full of me that she cries from the mixture of
pleasure and pain.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand, and wonder
if she caught my slip, but she delivers it and I am humbled by her
words.

“Bend me over, pull my hair, whisper more
dirty things that will make me tremble with need, Ryder, and then
fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I am the air you need to
live. I don’t want to be your world; I just want to be your
favorite part of it.”

I tremble with pride, as my cock goes in and
out of her tight sheath. I pull out all at once and watch as her
body shivers with need. I flip her over carefully, and roughly
shove her head down into the pillows as I use my other hand to lift
her ass and part her legs. Her ass is glistening with sweat, her
pussy soaked from her own juices.

“You like it rough,” I growl and watch her as
she tries to lift herself with her hands. I smile, and release her
head to bring her arms behind her back. I secure them with hand
tight against her ass, as I release the hold of my magic. I allow
it to enter her ass, even as I nudge my cock back into her sweet
core.

She cries out and I lunge, filling her sweet
pussy full of my engorged cock. “That’s it. Take it, Good Girl,” I
encourage her. I’m feeling everything. Her ass, her sweet pussy,
and her pending orgasm as it threatens to explode. I grab a handful
of hair, and pull it until her head is lifted to my own. “You like
me in control?”

She moans, but the yes is ripped from her
lungs.

I claim her mouth in a hungry kiss, a
demanding one, and she allows it.

“You like me buried deep inside your sweet
flesh?”

Another yes is screamed from her lips.

“Then come for me. Show me how much you like
it. Come fast and hard, so I can fuck your sweet flesh harder.” I
release her hands and hair, and watch as she crumbles to the bed.
Fuck, she’s a goddess! She lifts her ass and pushes against me,
meeting every thrust I give. She bucks with need until I feel it.
She explodes, shaking and trembling with the force over her
release. Her pussy grows slick from it, and before I can stop
myself, I explode inside of her, feeding her my own release.

*~*Synthia*~*

I awoke with a smile from ear to ear, and
blushed to my roots. Ryder had taken me until I’d crawled away from
him, fully sated. He, however, was insatiable. He’d grown hard
within seconds of the first explosion of orgasms, and I’d taken him
in my mouth and had used the Blood Fae ability to make his cock
come for me.

We’d gone at it like teenagers in a fight to
determine who was in control, and the answer was simple. He was
master in the bedroom, and I was his sex slave. I’d never been
taken that roughly, but I was ready for him to do it again.

“You’re blushing,” he whispered as he
stretched beside me.

“So,” I said and turned to look at him. I
wasn’t sure why I felt shy after what we’d shared, but I did. He’d
called me dirty names, and I’d melted on his cock with each one. “I
need a bath,” I said, feeling the stickiness between my thighs.

“I have a better idea,” he growled and rolled
on top of me.

“I’m very sore, and you smell of sex,” I
mumbled with a smile that was giving away too much.

“You’re a horrible liar,” he growled as he
lifted himself up into a semi sitting position between my legs.

“It’s probably because I can’t,” I quipped,
but urgent knocking on the wide double doors interrupted any plans
he had of early morning sex.

I was sore, and we both reeked of sex. I sat
up, even as he glamoured clothes on both of us. He stalked to the
doors and threw them open. “Someone had better be dying.”

“Not dying, no. But your bride is here with
Cornelius,” Zahruk whispered, but I still heard him.

It was like a bucket of ice had been thrown
over my head.

I felt sick, and angry tears welled in my
eyes. It hadn’t mattered what I did for him, and it wasn’t going to
change anything no matter how much I loved him. He was the Horde
King, and I was his concubine. It was a simple fact.

The sound of the door closing jarred me from
my thoughts, and when I looked up it was to catch Ryder watching me
carefully.

“Pet,” he whispered as he dropped his hands
to his side.

“Don’t,” I cried, shaking my head. “Leave me
alone,” I said as I stepped back to get away from him as he
advanced to where I stood.

“She means nothing to me,” he growled.

“Then don’t marry her! Marry me!” I was
shocked at the words that left my mouth.

“It’s not that easy,” he said, still stalking
me as I walked backwards until I was flush against the wall. His
arms pinned me easily, as his mouth lowered.

“You are mine, you screamed it last night.
You will scream it for me every night from here on out, Synthia.
She means nothing to me. She’s a contract I made before I knew you,
and that’s it,” he replied angrily.

“And I’m just your fucking whore!” I
screamed, and pushed against his arms as I tried to escape him.

“You’re not a fucking whore, Synthia,” he
said as he pinned me against the wall to keep me from escaping him.
“I agreed to marry her before I killed my father. To get out of
this contract would hurt this kingdom, and I can’t do that. My
first move as the fucking Horde King can’t be to break a fucking
contract. It would be going against everything I stand for.”

“So what, you marry her and then what? She
just goes to the harem, and we go on like nothing happened?” I
asked through tears that burned in my throat.

“It’s not that simple,” he admitted.

“You sire a child with her? Just like you
have done with me, just like your fucking father,” I snarled.

His arms dropped and his eyes burned with
fire that had nothing to do with hunger. “It is my duty. I don’t
have to like it, but I will take her to bed, and then she will join
the others in the pavilion, and you will come back to my bed. I
demand it,” he said coldly.

“You can demand all you want, Fairy, but the
only thing you will get is a cold bedmate with no fire left for you
in her soul. If you marry her, you should stay with her,” I said
and lowered my eyes.

“You don’t get to tell me no anymore, Pet.
You are mine!” He growled and punched the wall beside my head. I
cringed inwardly, but didn’t back down.

“Or what? You’ll beat me into submission? Go
ahead! Try it, fucking Fairy! Just fucking try it!” I was screaming
as tears spilled from my eyes.

He flinched and dropped his hands once more
to his sides. “I would never hurt you, Synthia Raine, and I will
never let you go.”

“You should have left me alone from the
start,” I said as I turned away from him so that he could see the
tears that flowed unabashed now. He was ripping out my heart, and
I’d given in to his needs last night. I’d felt like I was his
entire world. Only to have it stripped from me in the dawn
hours.

“I couldn’t leave you alone. You became an
obsession, and you still are. Go to your room; I’ll come to you
tonight,” he said softly, frustration clear in his voice.

“No, you won’t,” I said and stiffened my
spine as I left the room.

Inside the connecting bedroom, I dropped to
my knees the moment the door closed and sobbed. I’d been so stupid
to think he would love me. He wasn’t even capable of love. It had
been beaten out of him as a child, and the only thing that mattered
to him was his beloved Faery, and becoming the king to the
Horde.

I cried until my eyes were rimmed in red, and
raw. I crawled up from the floor and headed to the empty tub that
was off to the side of the room. I looked at it for several moments
before walking to the door and trying to open it.

It was locked. Ryder had locked me in like a
freaking prisoner. Again. I pounded on the door until Aodhan opened
it. “Synthia,” he said, but wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Darynda?” I asked.

“I can help you with what you need,” he said,
still staring at the floor.

“I need a bath and someone to help me,” I
replied boldly, watching a blush flood his cheeks.

“I’ll see if I can get Darynda for you.”

He closed the door, and I listened as the
bolt was locked again. I’d been wrong about everything, and I
couldn’t change it now. I thought I could fight for him, and that
he would love me enough to break the contract. Now, the only thing
I could do was keep my head up and figure out a way to get away
from Ryder.

Screw Faery, and screw saving it. I wanted to
go home, even if I didn’t have a home to go to. Anything would be
better than sitting in this place, knowing Ryder would mate with
someone else. The tap at the door a moment before it swung open
brought me from my musing, back to reality.

“Flower,” Ristan said.

“You knew he had to marry her, and you knew
what that entailed, and yet no one thought to tell me he was still
going through with it?” I demanded angrily.

He exhaled and shook his head. “I knew, yes,
but if you had been raised here, it wouldn’t be such a big thing.
This was arranged a long time before you were born, and he really
doesn’t want to make one of his first acts as king to break an
oath. Alazander broke oaths all the time, and this is not the kind
of king he wishes to be.”

“I asked for Darynda, and you showed up.
Ryder is going to let you scrub my back, Demon?” I spat, fed up
with everything that I was helpless to change.

“Not quite. I don’t think Ryder, much less
Danu, would let us play around like that; no matter how much fun it
might be.” He smiled thinly. “Ryder sent me while he goes to handle
his bride. He wanted you to speak to someone who knows what is
going on, rather than working yourself up venting to someone who
doesn’t really know the details. Something about the building not
surviving your wrath should you get yourself too worked up,” he
smirked.

“Not helping, Demon.”

“Sorry, but I have spent a lot more time in
the world that you grew up in than anyone else around you right
now, so I will probably understand your anger better. You said we
were friends, so this is me being a friend. Let’s get you cleaned
up and in bed, and then we will talk. You have had a long few weeks
and earlier in the maze was pretty bad. You need rest, if not for
you, for the babes.” I stepped back as he pushed his big body into
the room and closed the door. He turned and waved his hand over me,
cleaning me up, and leaving me in a tiny pink nightie. At my raised
eyebrow, he just chuckled.

“I am who I am, Flower. Come, let’s get you
in bed. He led me over to the enormous bed and waited as I climbed
under the covers. He tucked me in, and then climbed in the bed
himself and wrapped himself around me.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked with
surprise as his long frame cuddled against me.

”Adam and Larissa are gone, and this is what
Ryder would want to be doing rather than what he is dealing with,
so shush.” He finished situating us, and I had to admit that
snuggling up with a Demon was comforting.

“I won’t stand by and watch him get married
to someone else. I will find a way to leave, I don’t care what he
says,” I vowed angrily.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less of you,
Princess. You did not grow up here, and I’m sure you realize that
had you grown up here, you would be a very different person. Go
back to everything you have learned about this place and what you
have discovered about the Horde. Fae don’t marry unless it is to
gain somehow. They don’t really understand what love is, and
children are raised in sort of an emotionless vacuum in comparison
to what you were raised in. Alazander made the deal with her family
to seal a very powerful alliance. Her family is very large and
influential in the Horde Kingdom, and this deal made sense at the
time, and in our world, time is rarely of the essence. Fae
marriages can be agreed upon and take years to come to pass.
Ascending to the throne wasn’t the only thing Ryder has been
pushing back.” Ristan sighed and continued. “Personally, I can’t
stand the family, and I do not trust them. I have yet to meet
Abiageal. However, Claire is in this for the prestige and standing
it would give her. She and Abiageal share a mother, which was why
Cornelius was eager to gift her—at her request. This isn’t
something Danu showed me. It is where being a soul sucker comes in
handy, though. It is easier for me to see through that shit, so I
passed on what Claire was offering. Although, the rest have been
sampling since she came to us. She is very good at disguising her
true motives and desires.”