Page 11 of Whispers of Fate

“It’s adorable that you assume you can seize control from me. I’d tolerate it, but I love the euphoria that surges through me when you cave and surrender to me. You feel me in your soul yet? That’s me, invading the very center of your fucking being so I can teach you who the fuck you belong to. If I demand that you to beg, you’ll beg me as if your very existence depends on what escapes those fuckable lips. If I order you to ride my cock, you’ll be asking me what pace I want you rocking those sexy fucking thighs of yours to while your needy cunt clenching, and gripping around my thick cock. You belong to me, as much as I belong to you, woman. You satisfy me, and I ensure you come so fucking violently that your words slur. I am your fucking god.” He stared into my gaze, grinning wickedly while I moaned and whimpered with the intense pleasure and ecstasy rushing through me. “You’re such a good girl, Pet.”

Stars exploded in my line of sight. The entire room swam around me as I continued coming until he hissed, pumping his hips while trapping me in eternal pleasure that vowed to devour me, and never let go. Ryder’s fingers bit into my jaw, lifting it to grant his mouth access to mine.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong,” he murmured as his feverish lips grazed mine. “Your pussy is fucking me so vigorously. I feel it clenching around me, gripping me to hold me in your haven that you provide me so readily. Your pretty eyes are every shade of blue and lavender, changing with the brutality of your orgasm. Who’s in command right now?” He violently pounded into my core, uncaring that I probably looked like I was suffering a stroke.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re trapped in the ecstasy I unleash on your tight, supple body.” He rolled us, thrusting my leg wide to advance deeper into my sensitive core. Ryder didn’t hold back, slamming roughly against my pussy while he went even deeper until I was shrieking and pleading to be disentangled from the orgasm gripping me.

His fingers curved around my throat, while his thumb pushed into the flesh beneath my chin. “You can stop coming when I determine you’ve come enough. I have an entire month of neglect to make up for, and I don’t intend to stop fucking you anytime soon. Now, be a good girl and yell my name while you take this dick until you’re too tender to take me anymore. Every time you orgasm, you’re going to shout the number we’re on. When you’ve reached one hundred, maybe I’ll provide you a fucking snack while I feast on your sweet cunt.”

“Jesus fuck, Ryder!” I yelped, clutching his broad shoulders as he sifted again, knocking me back against the hardness of the wall.

“I must need to try harder if you’re still cognizant enough to complain, Pet,” he rumbled, slamming into me unforgivingly. His hands clamped on to the insides of my thighs, forcing them apart so he had better access. When he hit the spot that linked to every nerve within my body, I threw my head back, crying out in euphoria. Ryder battered his cock viciously against it, brutally sending mind-numbing pleasure battering through me.

He didn’t stop, not even after I’d completely lost the ability to talk. My words had turned into mere whispers of scratches. Even so, he’d ridden my body with a fierce hunger. Ryder didn’t leave any part of me untouched, including my soul. And when he’d finally taken mercy on me, he’d curled around my body and kissed my forehead tenderly.

“I missed you and despise being disconnected from you for that long. Admittedly, I loved returning and fucking like two frenzied animals caught in a rutting haze.”

I snorted, burrowing my head against his chest to hold him closer. “You’re so fucking sweet, Ryder. I missed you too, asshole.”

Ryder had spent days devouring, and playing with my body. He’d refused to relent or leave the bedroom, switching between holding me and unleashing his pent-up need on my achy body. Not that I was complaining because it was sheer bliss being lost in the glow he created.

“You sound cranky, woman. Do you need to be fucked more or a snack? Personally, the first option stops that bratty mouth of yours faster.” He chuckled, pressing his growing erection against my thigh to prove he could carry out his preferred method of shutting me up.

“I love you, but I am not sure we should be so deranged and fucking like wild rutting beasts with me this far along.”

He shot up on his elbow, staring down at my belly, which had returned almost as soon as Ryder had deemed that he’d had his fill.

“It’s been five days without reprieve, asshole. The minute I get him out of me, I aim to establish that you won solely because I was knocked up with your child. Seriously, I’m almost the size of a house at this point.”

“You failed to inform me it was a competition. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have stopped fucking your tight pussy, wife.” Returning his head to the pillows, he grazed his palm over my belly. “And when we first met, I believe I mentioned to you that I always win. Do you need me to get food or something for you?” he questioned, searching my face.

Smiling brilliantly, I sealed my eyes closed and curled deeper into the enticing scent of his body. “I have everything I desire for the moment right here. Plus, my eyes won’t remain open any longer.”

“Rest, and I’ll be here, holding you until you wake. I’m not leaving you again soon, Synthia.”

Chapter Six

Kahleena

Thedarknessoutsidethecell slithered, endlessly unfurling into the shadowy terrain. A shiver flowed through me as the deafening scream of the air wailed in the distance, causing goose bumps to pebble and spread over my arms. Nights felt endless, and without days to measure the time by, I was losing my grasp on how long had passed since they’d shoved me into the prison cell.

I’d assumed I would be protected from harm, but I was erroneously naïve. My captors would free me from the cage solely to hunt me through the murky halls of the palace in which they’d held me captive. I had ceased running once, and when they caught me, I was thrust over a ledge that dropped eternally into a vast cavern until I’d passed out. Then I woke in the same cell without memory of how I’d returned. I was the prey that they used as bait and ruthlessly pursued.

The individuals that held me never removed the midnight-colored armor or revealed their faces. I had no inkling of what my captors looked like. On the rare occasion that I’d been allowed to leave my cell, I had passed the remnants of their other unfortunate victims inside the cages that surrounded mine. Unlike their cages, mine was a room with solid walls and a door. It was both a blessing and a curse when they abandoned me for long periods in the bleakness of dark nothingness.

I clamped my hands over my ears as the piercing ring of a sword being scraped against the wall reverberated down the corridor outside my room. The intensity of the noise urged me to turn, to peer at the broad, metal door concealing me from them. Warring against the apprehension and fear, I gulped down the terror that slithered through me, and waited. Unseen hands jerked the door open, and the pulsing tempo that beat through the entire palace thundered into the confinement cell.

I folded my bottom lip between my teeth, biting into the meat. The coppery tang of blood erupted on my tongue, and then, calmly, I advanced to the empty threshold. A burst of frigid air crashed into my face, rushing down my frame and aching against my heated flesh. I stepped from the room, wincing as the door banged closed behind me. A trickle of horror shot through my mind, making me tremble violently.

The dark clap of ominous laughter echoed around me. My fists unclenched and I pressed my back to the icy wall, closing my eyes against the vast void that stretched around me. Praying silently for strength, I shook off the fear and opened my eyes to survey my surroundings for threats. The scenery of the passage changed, contorting until the outside air swirled against my frame, ruffling my hair to whack against my cheek. The dress I wore faded, leaving me in a delicate, flimsy, sheer gown.

My heart thundered, threatening to burst loose from the cage I kept it within. Between one blink and the next, an armored male appeared before me. Enormous wings with a leathered texture and lethal-looking barbs spread behind him. A shadowy substance flowed from his helmet, drifting in soft, billowing patterns over his body to slither around his armor-clad form. The sole feature visible was the obsidian depths, flickering with glittery specks of bright stars that smoldered within his gaze.

I fought the instinct to run, to quit right on the spot my feet were rooted to. The bite of the air against my body forced my arms to wrap around my midriff, seeking a shield against the icy sting of the air within the dark space we stood in.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I pleaded quietly, recoiling when his hand rushed forward, gripping my hair roughly until my scalp stung.

He chuckled coldly, adding to the chill settling into my bones. The faint hint of rain, pine, and cedar teased my senses, flowing over me in a delicate wave that reminded me of the woodlands and home. It was earthy and caused me to feel safe in a place where almost everything wanted my death.

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