Seducing Destiny (18 page)

“You’re doing good fighting it, but I find that I want you to lose,” he said as his hand reached to my behind and he pushed against the jewel there. “I want to wreck this ass, and watch as the pain turns to pleasure and then clean up this sweet bud as it leaks the sweetest nectar.”

“Ryder,” I moaned as my eyes began to roll back in my head at the strength it was taking to restrain from coming.

“Ryder, what? You’re lasting longer than you ever could have as a Fae, and I want to know your limits. How close is this sweet pussy to coming, Pet? If I do this,” he said and pushed against the jewel even harder until it was going in and out at a slower tempo than his magic was. “And this,” he said as his magic pinched my nipples and then began to vibrate. “And then this,” he continued and I felt his mouth against mine, kissing my mouth hungrily with his magic. “And last but not least, I do this,” his mouth clasped over my clit and I shattered.

I shook and felt his hands as they gripped my ass in tight fists, holding my body for his mouth’s feasting pleasure as he ravenously fed himself on my pussy. I was sure I was feeding him nicely because of all the mindless torture he’d done so far. It wasn’t until I felt his magic stop, and his hard, hot cock filled me, that I knew I’d left the stars and was bouncing around the solar system in a mindless orgasm.

“That was hot as fuck, Synthia. You exploded, and nothing has ever turned me on as much as you just did,” he growled, building up speed as he held my boneless legs apart and drove himself into me with his inhuman speed. “Now, it’s his turn,” he warned. I screamed as he shifted form and the beast took over while still inside of me.

He grew and grew, until his wings expanded and sent gentle waves of cool air through the room. His eyes slid to fully obsidian, darker than any midnight sky. The air left my lungs in a whoosh of release; the beautiful beast that lived inside Ryder watched me. He was inside of me, and already moving with supernatural speed that caused my head to jerk and roll as he took me.

I felt skewered, and wasn’t sure I could accept the beast inside right now. I was wet, luckily, and wasn’t prepared for my hands being released as quickly as they were. I fell to the bed, and my teeth jarred. The beast turned me over without leaving my body, and gripped my hips.

“Mine, my pussy,” he growled as he grew larger inside of me. “Pretty,” he continued; I felt pressure on the plug and winced, then exploded again around the engorged cock inside of me. “Hot,” he growled, and then I felt him pulling me up and against his chest. My leg was lifted, and I cried out in pleasure as I was filled deeper and fuller. Teeth punctured my back, and I moaned as pleasure met pain and the intense feeling of being owned flooded me.

“Harder,” I growled, and felt the teeth retract from my flesh. He liked to bite, because it was his way of claiming me.

“No,” he growled roughly.

“Pussy,” I whimpered as he continued to pound into me.

I felt those teeth again, but this time there was no pain. The numbing agent Ryder had told me about was in full effect. He gripped my throat and released my shoulder. “Bad girl,” Ryder’s voice growled.

“He needed it,” I said, and then I was emptied of his cock and flipped around roughly.

“He did, but you didn’t,” he snapped. “He doesn’t get to mark your flesh, and he knows it. I should remove the plug and fuck your sweet ass; maybe you’ll learn a lesson,” he growled from deep in his chest. “You baited him even when he was trying to resist his more primal urges.”

“I did, now shut up and fuck me harder, big boy, or let him out to play,” I challenged him and then winced as he painfully parted my legs and drove his full cock inside of me.

I cried out in shock, and tried to un-skewer myself from his massiveness. “What’s the matter, Pet? Bit off more than this sweet pussy can take?” he asked as he started to rock his hips. “Fuck, you’re tight. This is what you need, isn’t it? To be dominated and controlled. To be fucked by a monster, one who loves you above anything else?”

“Yes,” I moaned as my head rocked from side to side while I came undone. “Yes!”

“Good, now good girl,” he said as he rolled us until I was sitting on him. “Ride me. Ride me until this sweet pussy comes again so I can feed.”

I rocked and moaned as pain assaulted me, but I was immortal and I wasn’t going to allow him to win. I lifted myself up until only the tip was inside, and then lowered myself at a painfully slow pace as he watched where our bodies were joined.

“Holy hell,” he whimpered, and I watched him as he continued to watch us, his eyes glazed over from lust as I used him over and over again.

I pushed my own power out, listening to him and his body’s reaction to my power as I fed him; he moaned and lifted his eyes to meet mine. His heart raced as his blood pumped in his veins. I’d taken his control, and we both knew it. He’d never fully given me control, and I wanted him to like it. I sent more waves of magic out, feeding him as I continued to slowly ride him.

“Gods save me,” he growled as he took control back, using my hips as an anchor as he pushed and pulled me until we both exploded into a heap of writhing bodies, moaning and screaming from the sheer magnitude of the release of power and pleasure. I was glad he was King, and not only of the kingdom, but of the castle. He’d had the foresight to make the room soundproof, and it was good that he had.

But then, he did love to make me scream, and sex with Ryder was primal. Those animal instincts we were born with always took over with him. And I fucking loved it.

Chapter Twenty-Six

I walked the next day with a subtle limp. Not because I was sore, but because he’d insisted I wear the damn thing, and I wasn’t going to lose this game of ecstasy. It wasn’t even noon when he took to me to our room and pushed me down to my knees, then used my mouth like it was his to control. When he’d finished, he’d lifted me up and kissed me as if I was the most precious thing he owned.

“Is it sore?” he asked.

“No,” I lied, and smiled. I could lie! He couldn’t.

“Good, come here,” he said as he dragged me to the bed and removed my clothing with his magic. I looked at him questionably, but only had a second to guess his intentions before I was placed over his lap and the first slap landed.

I screamed, and then felt heat flood to my cheeks as pleasure washed over me.

“Count, Synthia,” he growled and slapped my ass again, this time he caught my pussy with his fingers and swore. “Damn, you’re wet,” he growled and took me on the bed without warning. When we were both in another pile of arms and legs and soaking wet with sweat, he grinned. “I fucking love you, there’s no question about it. No one has ever made me stop a game of seduction, or remove something before I was ready. I felt you wet and it was game over. I had to be inside of you more than I had to draw air.”

I kissed his lips and then fell back on the bed.

There was a knock at the door on the castle corridor side and we both froze and then laughed. “Do
not
get that,” I warned.

“I’m getting it, right after I fuck you again,” he growled. He pressed his erection against my leg. “You make me insatiable. Like I’m stuck in Transition, and it’s going to be never ending.”

“Good,” I laughed.

The knock sounded again.

“Get dressed!” Ristan’s angry voice shook the door.

We both paused, and then Ryder growled enough to shake the entire room.

“He’s wounded,” I whispered as I stood and looked at Ryder as I waited for him to glamour my clothes on.

“Fine, but I’m not finished with you, Pet,” he warned as he glamoured clothes on us both.

Ryder opened the door, and I gasped as the rapidly healing wounds on Ristan’s face told some of the story of his torture. “Where is she? I wanted her in my quarters,” he bit out.

“I put her in the dungeon until you heal,” I answered him and then ran to him and threw my arms around him. He didn’t hug me back. Instead, he tensed and gently pushed away from me which Ryder noticed.

“She isn’t a part of this, and she’s shown the girl no mercy, Ristan. She told the guard to hold her in in a cell, without water and food, as you yourself instructed.”

“No one has fed her?” he asked as his demeanor took on a coldness I didn’t recognize.

“She’s yours to kill,” I whispered even as I felt a little part of me die inside. “That is, if that’s what you think she deserves.”

“Oh, I have no plans of killing her, Synthia. Not any time soon,” he seethed, his skin turning red as he allowed his Demon to take over. “I want to find out everything she knows and she
will
suffer for what she has done, but she won’t die anytime soon.”

I took a step backwards, away from him. “Alden lives,” I said and then watched his eyes move to mine.

“And I care, why?” he asked blandly.

I swallowed my retort and watched as he turned and left me standing in the doorway. “He isn’t Ristan.”

“That is Ristan, the one Zahruk and I knew for many years. That’s the Ristan my father created. It will take some time to get him back to the one you know.”

I turned and looked at Ryder, but screaming in the nursery made me run. Asrian and Sevrin burst into the nursery from the other door at the same moment we entered it. Ristan was there, and Meriel was on the floor, her eyes vacant as she stared up at the ceiling. I could still hear her pulse, but that wasn’t what worried me.

Ristan had Kahleena in his arms, and was slowly rocking her in the rocking chair. I could have sworn I could hear the soft strains of Owl City’s
Vanilla Twilight
. He must have sifted into the nursery directly and thought Meriel was a threat. I held my breath as he held my daughter.

I watched him, and then I saw it. Vulnerability. He was hiding behind his Demon mask to hide the pain and helplessness that he must have felt at being used for bait for his King. They’d taken away his control and from all of our talks, I knew that was the one thing he hated most. Thinking to what Ryder had said a few moments ago, it was probably how he felt as Alazander took his wings after Transition.

I placed my hand on Ryder’s as he moved forward. Ristan would never hurt our daughter. He loved her. I motioned for Sevrin and Asrian to stay back. They eyed their brother warily as Asrian moved slowly to pick up Meriel. As he slipped out of the room, I could see Zahruk slowly move into the room, joining Sevrin.

“Names are important, Synthia,” Ristan growled as he gently stroked the blonde curls atop her small, delicate head with his red hand.

“She’s been named, Ristan; Kahleena,” I said as softly as I could so that Kahleena didn’t respond to my voice and remained still in his arms.

He looked up at me and then down at the baby. He’d missed her being named, and as I watched him, I caught flickers of the old Ristan in there, buried deep, but fighting to come back to the surface. I exhaled a shuddering breath and moved to the crib with the boys in it.

“This one is Zander, and this one is Cade,” I announced as I picked Cade up and held him in my arms. “Do you like the names?” I asked trying to get him talking.

“Kahleena is a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl,” he whispered and raised his eyes to meet mine. “She’s my favorite thing in the world.”

I swallowed.

Ryder growled, but luckily, it was only inside my head that he did so.

“She likes you too,” I said as I took the chair beside him.

“Ryder, his mind is partly broken, but he would never hurt our children. He’s felt too much, and the pain is still too much, feel it. It’s so overwhelming that it could feed an army of Fae.”

“He’s got my daughter in his arms, and you tell me he’s broken. She’s too frail for this; she can’t be his cure.”

“Fuck you all,” Ristan growled as he stood and walked to the crib. Crap, he must have tapped himself into our conversation.

He waited there, as if we’d ask him to relinquish our daughter. Instead, I placed Cade back in his crib, and placed a gentle hand silently on Ristan’s shoulder. His back tensed up at my touch. “When you’re ready, we are here. Please, make sure she’s fed before she goes back to sleep.”

I gripped Ryder’s hand in warning and together we left our sickly daughter in the hands of the Demon. I gave a meaningful look at Zahruk and Sevrin who nodded their understanding and reluctantly followed us from the room. When we were safely out of earshot, Ryder spun around and glared at me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m fixing the Demon, because we have to fix him before we can have Ristan back! He’d never hurt that baby; he adores her. You know that! You can’t see past the anger right now, and neither can he. He’s blinded by pain, and yes, he’s a little broken but, Ryder, so was I at one time. He will get past this, and if our daughter can help him, then so be it. He’s not going to ask to date her; he’s holding her because she’s his anchor. She’s his happy right now, and I won’t take that away and neither will you.” I gave another glare to Zahruk for good measure and warning.

“I should have spanked you harder,” Ryder growled.

“Wow, can I watch?” Aodhan said as he rounded the corner and interrupted our fight.

“No!” we both shouted as one.

“Damn, but I like bitches who like to be spanked. If you hit that sweet spot…they melt.”

I turned and glared at him.

Ryder growled, which was ten times scarier than my glare.

Aodhan put his hands up in mock surrender. “Man, hands are up, I surrender?”

“Ristan is awake, and moving,” Ryder declared.

“That’s good news,” he said.

“He’s in full Demon form,” Ryder said.

“Shit, that’s…not good,” Aodhan whispered as if Ristan would overhear him and kick his ass. Zahruk grimly nodded in agreement. “Guess it’s not a good time to tell you we finally heard back from the Light King.”

“And?” I asked.

“He said this is not his fight, but that you should know he’s allowed the Mages safe passage through his lands,” he stated.

“I guess it’s time to make Danu choose another Light Heir, because they are about to lose a King and a Queen,” Ryder growled, and looked at me.

“Agreed,” I exhaled. “I’m tired of their games, and helping the Mages goes beyond stupid. If they openly want us to know they have allowed the Mages to use their lands, and have been granted safe passage, it’s their own fault. They’re challenging us, wanting to see our next move. I say we end the game and get the Light Fae a steward until we can find the missing Heir.”

“Let’s go,” Ryder held out his hand and waited.

“Just walk right in and kill them?” I asked pointedly.

“How else would we do it?”

“Publicly,” I said. “Aodhan, go to the Dark Court and tell Kier, his wife and Heir to come immediately. After you’ve done that, tell my father to bring his wife and Liam here,” I said as I turned to Ryder. “We can’t just go kill them. It’s what they expect you to do. It’s what your father would have done. We have to be smarter, and we have to be careful right now. The other Courts will see what we do, and they will know they were deposed, and that a judgment had been decided on by the three Courts—together. We will show them a united front and a group decision, which is something your father never did.”

I heard clapping and turned to find most of the Elite Guard there, even though the clapping was only coming from Zahruk.

He smiled and pushed off the wall, his eyes on me as he spoke to Ryder. “That’s actually brilliant, Ryder. Those creatures down there think you an evil being, and not even their royalty is changing that opinion. Not even Synthia’s idea to get them drunk could change that opinion. But by deposing the Light King and Queen, you’d seal the fates of us who depend on the Tree. Synthia has a valid point, if the three royal Castes do it as one, we will show them something they’ve never seen in their very long lives. We could show them that we are not like our father, and that we are a united front with the other Castes, but it will also show them we will hold no mercy for those who help the Mages. It’s brilliant.”