Seducing Destiny (5 page)

Chapter Six

I didn’t want to fight with Ryder anymore today. We were at odds, but I was willing to keep trying and he’d seemed a little happier after learning that we would be having boys and they still looked healthy and safe. I’d waited up for him, knowing he would be busy with checking the wards and what not, but I still needed to talk to him and really explain my side of things.

I’d dressed in a silk nightgown that was a soft color of blue. Was I hopeful that he’d come in? Yes. I’d expended a lot of energy using magic today; I also needed him to say everything was okay between the two of us. I had just finished dressing and preparing for bed when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. I held my breath, hoping it would be him.

I didn’t have long to wait until he slammed the door to the room open and strolled in with a sinfully delicious look in his very black eyes. He smiled wickedly at me as he prowled closer, his eyes filled with lust as his lips twisted into a seductive grin. He was ominous, and with his entry, he’d managed to catch me off guard.

“Ryder,” I whispered, wondering if he was still upset from discovering what I was. But he seemed to have dropped it, like he didn’t want to talk about it for now.

“I want you,” he said crisply, his bottom lip was sucked between his teeth as he continued to slowly stalk me. I got off the bed on the other side and slowly stepped backwards. “If you run, I
will
find you. I’ll always find you, Synthia. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise.”

“Ryder…” Ryder what? He was scaring me, and I hated that he could do it. I hated any weakness for him.

He released his lip from between his teeth and the door to the room slammed shut, making me jump as my back hit the wall. “I was informed today, by a Demon; that my little pet hasn’t been happy in my rather soft, but gentle fucking of her succulent body. I’m about to change that.”

“He…did
what!?”
I was pissed that Ristan would tell him about our private talks, because they were private! I was going to murder him!

“Ristan mentioned to me that you felt neglected, and missed me being myself with you—in the bedroom. I plan to remedy it, with these,” he held up two delicate necklaces with a small matching medallions dangling from them. “They are dream medallions. As you know, I can reach you in the dream realm anytime I wish. Ristan gave me these yesterday, and he said that you will be able to feed if you are wearing the medallion while we are playing in the dream realm and you certainly won’t feel like I am being too gentle with you. I promise to make it hurt, so that you’ll be reminded tomorrow of who owned this sweet body all night long.” He draped it around my neck and slid the other around his own.

I glared at him. “Sex isn’t the problem. I know you love making me your pretty freaky little sex slave.” I looked down at the golden medallion’s dainty imprint of Caer Ibormeith, the Celtic Goddess of dreams on one side, and a beautiful swan on the other.

“Is that what you are? Because I thought you were my dirty little plaything. One who screams my name so loudly while I’m driving my cock into you, that the Humans can hear us going at it in their own realm.”

“Ryder,” I whispered, and gave in to the need for his body. He was already stripping from his clothes; his body was my paradise. My escape from reality…

He was my beast.

I liked that he used his hands to undress instead of glamour. It was sexier, and with each angry jerk of his hand, I became more aroused and he knew it. “Fairy, unless you want me to clobber you over the head and ride you this very second, I’d start this magic carpet ride,” I whispered huskily as he continued to undress.

I had a huge weakness, and it was this man, naked. He was right; one minute I was Synthia, and the next I was his dirty little plaything. One who would do anything he said just to feel him inside of me. His smile was lopsided, but still devious as he stripped himself naked before my eyes.

I started to remove my nightgown, but hesitated as that damn insecurity came rushing back. It wasn’t until I turned away from him and his hands caressed my swollen tummy that I let out the breath I’d been holding.

“You’re beautiful, even more so with my babes growing inside of you, Pet. No woman has ever looked more beautiful to me than you do right now. You’re going to give me brave, strong sons.”

I felt a tear slip from my eye as I turned to face him. “I’m the size of a freaking house,” I said through the tightness which had formed in my throat.

“You’re carrying twins,
my
twins, and I like this bump. I like the sight of you carrying my children in this beautiful body,” he whispered huskily as he placed both of his palms on my swollen midsection, just in time for the babes to kick him. “They can feel me,” he replied with sincerity. “I already feel them linking us together. We’re a family, and nothing and nobody will change that.”

Tears fell openly as his words vibrated against the soft column of my neck. His hands lifted the nightgown over my head and I stood in front of him, bared. Only a skimpy pair of silk undies remained.

He pushed me towards the bed and we both crawled in. His arms wrapped around me protectively and held me as his hot breath fanned against my cheek. “I hope you are up for what I’ve planned to do to you. I’ve craved so many dirty things, and the desire to do them to you has been overwhelming, but I was afraid of hurting you or the babes with my needs. I’m not going to be gentle.” His voice was raspy, which sent a new wave of desire flooding through my body with a wave of heat that made me moan at the promise of sex that dripped from his tone. “I can fuck you gently right now, but I don’t want it to be gentle any more than you want it to be, I want to pound inside this pretty flesh like a crazed beast, and I want you to beg me for mercy. I want you to know and feel the fine line between pleasure and pain, and scream from how much you enjoy it. I want these walls you’ve erected to crumble, and to watch as you unravel with my touch.”

“Is that so?” I asked as I reached behind my ass, which was currently where his erection was positioned.

“It’s exactly so, just as I told you. I want to have you in the worst way, and make it last forever,” he growled as he turned me over and looked down at me. I moaned as his hand lifted up my breast to his mouth to suckle on my tender nipple, and felt my arousal take root deep inside as his words filtered through me. His eyes glittered with a mixture of obsidian and gold. Flecks of his beast shone brightly from within them. “I’m going to make you scream and beg for mercy, but I’ll have none. Not for tonight. Tonight you are going to beg me for every release I give you.”

“You sure you can handle it?” I was taunting him, because yes, I wanted both him and his beast tonight.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see, now won’t you? Now close your eyes. We have to be asleep for this to work,” he growled, the sound coming from deep in his chest.

I fell asleep rather quickly and knew he must have cast the same sleeping spell he’d used on me once before, only this time I didn’t mind it at all. I smiled as my lids grew heavy, and I accepted his darkness, welcoming the whisper of promises as he growled them against my ear while sleep claimed me.

I woke into the dream realm wearing black stockings and a matching lace garter. He’d dreamt me into the dream world basically naked. He’d left my most vulnerable areas exposed for whatever seductive torture he had planned. My hands flew to my flattened stomach with an overabundance of panic, but then Ryder was there.

“It’s a dream, only a dream,” he assured me as he melted back into the shadows, leaving only his golden eyes visible to me. “Lie on the bed, and spread your legs apart for me,” he ordered.

I rubbed my hands over the flatness again and lifted my eyes to where he was standing in the shadows. “Why are you in the dark?” I whispered the question as I took in the room. There was a large bed, with a thick metal frame, but no chains as I’d grown accustomed to with Ryder. The only bedding was a few thin, scarlet red sheets. For once not a single pillow could be seen, and what little light the room held came from a single candle which burned dimly at the far end of the room.

“I said lie down—or do you wish for me to punish you?” he growled deeply.

“As you wish,” I said with a bemused smirk as I headed to the bed and lay on my back in the middle of it.

“Spread your legs; show me what belongs to me,” he continued as he stepped a little closer, still remaining hidden in the dark shadows of the room. I did as he asked, already feeling the growing heat which started in my limbs and traveled to my pussy. “Have you touched yourself today?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered through lust that was making my tongue heavier than normal.

“Good girl,” he replied. “Now do it and let me watch you,” he continued.

I enjoyed the hiss that left his lips as I allowed my legs to drop open for his eyes alone, and slowly, seductively trailed my fingers over my hardened nipples and down my taut belly, until my fingers found my clit and worked it in a circular pattern.

My cheeks heated as I felt his eyes on me there. Even after all of this time, it always felt like it was our first time together.

“Finger that sweet flesh, and get it wet so I can clean up the mess you make,” he ordered, and I obliged. I moaned as my fingers found the entrance already wet for him, and pushed one deep inside. “More, put another one in and imagine it’s my cock, fucking your sweet flesh,” he continued as he moved closer. I gasped; the beast took over as he strode out of the shadows, wings and all. He was ethereal; his beauty was dangerous and deadly. The air sizzled and popped with his immense power as he continued to grow while I watched his transformation.

“Ryder,” I squirmed as heat furrowed in my belly.

“Stop,” he said and when my hand didn’t immediately leave my core, he sifted to the bed and lifted my right leg high in the air exposing my ass, hitting the delicate flesh of the round cheek hard enough that I would have a red welt where he’d struck my flesh…Maybe; this was a dream after all. “When I tell you to do something, you do it,” he whispered as his fingers rubbed the abused tissue gently. “Give me your hands,” he continued and as I did, he wrapped a silk cord around them, and then positioned them on my stomach.

“Now, part your legs and lift them for me,” he growled. “Show me what’s mine.”

I did, and heard him growl as he saw the mark he’d left on my ass. “Do you want me to lick you?” he asked but when I nodded my head, he slapped my ass again, harder. “Say it,” he demanded, and I caved to his demand.

“Lick me; please, I need you to do it now,” I whispered wantonly. I let out a soft growl as his hands parted my legs painfully, leaving me fully exposed and bereft of any control. His strong hands held my legs apart as my hands moved to the area which needed his mouth on it.

“Bad girl,” he snapped, and before I could guess his move, my legs were pushed down and he was straddled over my chest. He turned us easily, until my head was hanging over the edge of the bed. He got up and stood in front of me; his hands pried my mouth open and then he was pushing his cock down my throat. “Bad girls get punished, good girls get fucked,” he told me. I couldn’t reply; he was driving his shaft painfully down my throat and I loved it, my teeth scraped and fangs elongated as I took advantage and nipped his tender flesh for a taste.

Tears formed in my eyes, and rolled down into my hairline as he continued to push and pull his cock as he abused my mouth. It was primal and erotic, and even though I feared choking, I continued to take more of him until I couldn’t. “Damn,” he rasped gutturally. He moved his hand until his fingers held my throat, and then he applied pressure. Stars erupted as blackness took hold. He eased off only to do it again. He’d stolen my breath once before, but this time, I wasn’t afraid of it. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs and knew his eyes were currently watching what his action was creating as a result.

When he pulled out, I cried at the loss of him and moved my bound hands to find him again. He pushed me back onto the bed roughly, and his cock bounced with his steps as he walked around the room, his huge wings eventually blocking my view.

When he came back, he was holding what look like nipple clamps in his hand. “Present from the Demon; they even vibrate,” he said with a wicked smirk that would melt the bones of any sane person. Good thing I wasn’t sane. His mouth moved to one breast as he kissed and suckled on one nipple and then the other. His fingers pinched and fondled them as well. He reached up, clamping one nipple—which tore a surprised gasp from my lips—and then clamped the other. He slid down to sit between my legs as he once again spread them as wide as they would go. He spread his wings and the single candle went out, leaving us enshrouded in darkness.

The only sound left in the room was our hard breathing and the sound of the clamps which were making me numb with lust. I sensed his movement as he moved his mouth hungrily over my breasts and started licking the tip of one nipple as the clamp worked it for him. Ryder didn’t need toys, but he was making a point and I got it. I’d allow him to do anything to me, and he wanted me to know it and accept it. He chuckled softly, as if reading my mind. “Now that I know how these things work and how much you enjoy them, I will have to create these again.”

I was moaning as his tongue worked my nipple, but the moment I felt his thumb doing sweet circles on my clit, I mewled and gasped with the raw pleasure which surged through me. I couldn’t see anything—not even his brands were illuminating the room, which told me he wanted me blind. He wanted me to use my senses and feel what he was doing to me, without seeing it.

“You need to be fucked, don’t you, Pet?” he whispered huskily as he pulled back from the bed, giving away his retreat. Then he was back, and I felt him as he slipped something hard, but soft around my neck—a belt maybe, made of soft leather. “Not right now; you’re not wet enough yet. I’m going to feed you my cock, because I know it makes this sweet pussy weep to be fucked. You like me fucking your mouth, don’t you, Pet?”

I moaned.

Yes, it definitely felt like the leather of a belt, which he used to direct me into a new position, one that had my head tilted up and to the side, and then I felt his cock as it pushed against my lips, demanding entrance. “Open your mouth,” he ordered and I did, forcing it to open wide while trying to relax my jaw to accept his massive size. He was rock hard, and once again water leaked from my eyes as he hit the back of my throat. I could barely fit him half-way inside, and I knew he had more to feed me. I started to move my tongue and lips around him, sucking and licking as best as I could.

“Fucking hell, woman,” he hissed as I sucked, forming a vacuum around his salty cock. He wanted me to be dirty; well hell, I could be whatever he wanted in his fantasy. His hips rocked as he started using my mouth faster, but then the leather around my neck tightened and I gasped and started to panic, but he only used my shock to further his cause and go deeper into my throat. He pushed in and then pulled out only to find a rhythm to fuck me with, and I moaned at the sensation and then his magic filled me and took hold, pulsing over my skin.

“Ready, Pet? I’m going to fuck
all
of you, hard.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. One minute I’d needed to be filled, and the next I was painfully full. His magic was completely filling me; as if he himself was between my legs fucking me, it pulled in and out, pushing harder than it ever had before. Pushing my limits, and decimating my boundaries. With him, there were no limits.

This wasn’t just the beast; this was Ryder and him working together to show me just how dirty they could be. It was brutal, and I wanted more. No, I
needed
more. I needed this; this show of total domination was both overwhelming and blissfully erotic to my senses. I’d never been so full in my life, and we both knew it. He was allowing the beast to help dominate me. It was as if we were having a threesome, and we all had needed it.

Every time I got close to orgasm, they’d stop. He was still filling my mouth generously and when I opened my eyes, it was to find his eyes a brilliant shade darker than midnight, as they caught and held the candlelight. The leather loosened, and then was gone, and he pulled out of my mouth abruptly. “That’s a good little plaything; now it’s my turn,” he said as he crawled down the bed until he was between my legs. His magic had yet to stop, and I was getting to a painful level of arousal that demanded to be fulfilled.