Page 9 of Whispers of Fate

“I am. If Erie and I are right and Faery is altering creatures to what it thinks is the perfect design, we’re about to be overflowing with issues. Alden might be a rare case, sure. He isn’t fae, and he’s definitely in transition and starving for emotions. He’s terrified and half-mad with hunger. I can’t reach the man he was because it’s as if he is no longer inside there anymore.”

“We’ll figure it out, Flower. We always do.” Ristan smiled tightly, but the look churning in his gaze told me he was trying really hard not to start pacing in worry.

“I know we will,” I stated, not certain we could solve it this time.

“You’ve dealt with all this alone?” Ryder tilted his hand, placing a hand on my leg.

“I didn’t want to distract you while you were gone. It’s a lot, and I’m glad you’re home so you can help deal with everything. You stabilize me, and you’re my strength when I feel weak, Ryder. I am afraid of what’s coming, and our daughter is out there, prisoner to beings that want us gone from this world. Faery is rejecting us, assuming we’re not enough to maintain the power it needs to sustain itself. I can’t do this without you.”

It felt like someone had removed a weight from my chest even though I still had more shit to unload on him, but that could wait until we’d slept and were in the right state of mind.

“Ristan, unless you plan to hear my wife plead for me to fuck her, get out. I promised her she’d welcome me properly, and she’s been through hell. So, you should go because I’m about to remind her why she’s mine, and everything that means.”

Ristan vanished without another word. Ryder stood, slowly hooking his thumbs under the waist of his pants, smiling seductively as he pushed them down to reveal his cock, which was already hard and ready to use.

“Be a good girl for me, Pet. Don’t make me wait too long before you beg me to fuck your needy, starving cunt. I need to feel you clenching around me, sucking me deeper into that deliciously hot pussy. I can already smell your need heating at your entrance, begging to be tasted. Now, get up and strip so I can see what belongs to me, Synthia.”

Chapter Five

Insidetheapartment,thelights diminished to a soft glow. Ryder prowled closer, kneeling between my thighs, forcing them apart before grinning wolfishly. His dark head dropped, and his lips deliberately brushed over the inside of my thigh, leaving a fiery trail in their aftermath. My fingers dug into his mane of inky-colored hair, tightening into the silken strands.

A rumble of anticipation trembled from his mouth and spread over my skin, which he revered. Magic shimmered around me, and my appearance altered to how I looked before he’d planted his son into my womb. His golden orbs slid over my flat abdomen quickly before snapping back up to lock on my eyes.

Ryder’s magic rushed over me, disposing of my lingerie and bathrobe. I moaned huskily, absorbed in the sensation of his ravenous mouth touching every part of me. His deep chuckle caused my nipples to turn into rock-hard peaks, which drew his undivided attention. His palm settled over one, and he teased the other rosebud-colored tip with his thumb, squeezing it hard enough to steal a quiet exclamation from my throat.

“Your pussy is already flooded with the awareness that I mean to ruin it, isn’t it?” he murmured in a hoarse timbre.

“Yes, it’s drenched, waiting for you to fuck me, Ryder. It’s been starving and left neglected while waiting for you to return and pillage its depths like a pirate seeking gold. I considered finding release without you, but it would have only intensified my yearning for what you cause me to feel.”

Ryder laughed wickedly. The gleam in his eyes was captivating and dragged me into the galaxies burning within them. His tongue jutted out, flicking against the heated tip of my nipple, even as his breath sent chilled pebbles rushing over my skin. Ryder’s teeth clamped around the sensitive nub, and he sucked it deep into his mouth.

I writhed, the twinge in my center turning agonizing with the desire to have him in my pussy. His hand slid lower so he could glide one finger through the arousal coating my apex. The whine of need that fled my lips was wantonly erotic and lustier than I’d predicted it to be. I rocked against his teasing finger, urging him to sink it into my core. He pulled his mouth away from lavishing attention on my breast so he could watch my soaked need beg for more.

“You’re such a good girl, Synthia. This pussy is starving, isn’t it? You need me to feed it, don’t you?” His tone was guttural and his own need coated each word in pure sex. He sat back, clutching my thighs to jerk my body down without taking his ravenous gaze off my pussy. He drove two fingers into my entrance until I was swiveling my hips to aid him. “This needy pussy is neglected?”

“Immensely.”

“We should do something about that, shouldn’t we?” He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his heated mouth, blowing over the arousal that painted my cunt. His tongue jutted out, dragging over the seam of my essence. The sound of pure, raw hunger that he released against my pussy had me quivering with the desire to come for him.

“Ryder, please?” I whimpered, powerless to control the murmured words or the delicate tone I’d tried to express them through. Instead, it was mournful and needy as fuck.

The tongue sliding through the arousal drove into my cunt until my thighs clamped around his head. I cried out with the demand for him to add more, praying for him to send me rocketing into the potent oblivion he was edging me toward. I could feel the tension in my abdomen unwinding, and the greedy noises he made against my flesh were causing every part of my mind to misfire.

Ryder shifted his hold on my ass, gliding his palm beneath my cheeks, and lifted me with him as he rose. My arms slid around his neck and I dragged him closer so I could press my lips against his. The taste of my arousal coated his mouth heavily. I rumbled hoarsely when he severed the connection.

“Do you assume I plan to make it that easy for you to have what you crave from me?” He set me on the bed before stepping back and sliding a lustful gaze over my nakedness. “Lie back, spread your thighs, and don’t fucking move unless I tell you to. Tonight, you’re at my mercy, and you already know I have none when it comes to fucking you, don’t you? Be a good girl for me and do as you’re told. If you don’t, and you act like a bratty little bitch, I’ll bend you over and fuck that tight ass until you can’t sit right for a week.”

I shivered at the savage promise crowding his terms. His magic shot through the chamber, and I sighed at the potent sensation of it crawling over my body. It sucked against my sore nipples and fastened around my clit, sucking it as if it were his actual lips dining upon me. I had to concentrate in order to manage spreading my thighs, which compelled a wicked titter of amusement from him.

His magic slid against my opening, and I groaned as my orgasm swelled inside my abdomen. I whimpered loudly, arching my spine as magic filled me, plunging and pillaging my aching pussy. Invisible ropes wrapped around my extremities, forcing me to lift my attention to where Ryder smirked down at me, with his fist gently stroking his cock.

“Open your mouth and take me into your throat, woman.” He wasn’t asking. He was warning me he intended to fuck my throat, and I was here for it. The threads that wove around me hefted my ass into the air, and my arms slammed behind my back as magic held my wrists tight against the base of my spine.

The magic surged deeper, causing my pussy to clamp around the intrusion. Ryder threaded his fingers through my hair, forcing my head up. He pressed his throbbing tip against my lips, dragging the silken flesh over them. My tongue jutted out, flicking the bead of pre-come that had escaped. Savage hunger darkened his features as I wrapped my lips around the thick cock and before I had prepared, he was pushing deep into my throat.

A loud, sultry moan slipped past my lips, vibrating its way past his thick cock. The magic stretched and fucked me until I was fighting the orgasm while taking him deep into the heated depths of my throat. The stretch he created had my eyes watering and tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Good girl,” he crooned, pounding into my throat without mercy. His magic pinched my nipples and sucked my swollen clit until an orgasm threatened to explode through me. “Fucking hell,” he snapped, tensing as my tongue flicked the sensitive underside of his cock. My teeth scraped over the enormous member until he emptied his need into my throat, forcing me to swallow around him. “You dirty girl, you know I can’t ignore the pleasure when you add that tongue and teeth against my cock.” He pulled out before shoving me onto my back and yanking me toward the edge of the bed. Then he gripped my legs beneath the knees and spread them wide.

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