Escaping Destiny

by Amelia Hutchins

  “Good, and hungry,” she whispers, so quietly that I pull her closer and run my hard, throbbing erection over her ass.

  “That word has never sounded so good, as it does from your lips.”

  “Is that so?” she asks, and my cock jumps for her. She grins as her face turns toward me. I fucking love this, her in my bed. She’s finally in my world, without secrets between us. She stretches like a cat, pushing her perfect ass against my cock.

  “You keep pushing that at me, and I’ll fuck it,” I growl heatedly into her ear. When she grins wider, I growl louder. She doesn’t know how fucking tempted I am to fuck her, hard and deep.

  “You wouldn’t dare.” She cries as I thrust the growing erection harder against her pert ass. I’ve had her every way possible, but it was in Transition, and she wasn’t aware of what was happening.

  “I would,” I warn her, with the beast purring like a kitten with what he knows is coming. “I would take anything you give me, and more.”

  “Is that so?” She hikes a blonde brow high on her forehead, and I turn her over until I’m leaning against her gentle curves with both arms pinning her body between me and the mattress. I smile down at her, and lean in to steal her lips.

  She moans against my mouth, and I curse—fuck, she undoes me. Those sweet little noises when I fuck her, the way she takes me without a care that I am part beast, part man. She took the beast between her thighs, and fucked him as if he were me. Without question, she allowed him inside her body and made him come like some untried youth.

  I pull back and lick my lips, enjoying the exquisite taste that is hers. Peace is a fleeting thing between us, and I intend to enjoy it while it lasts. I remove our clothes with a single thought and take in her sweet womanly curves.

  Pregnancy suits her; her body is glowing with radiance from within. Her pink nipples have darkened to rose tipped twin peaks. I lower my mouth and suckle one greedily. I suck harder, flicking it with my tongue as my lips clasp against it. I enjoy the hiss of air that escapes her lips.

  She spreads her legs, but I’m not giving in to the seductive temptation to take her hard and fast. Slow and steady this time. I plan to fuck her until she’s sore from it. I bring my hands out and spread her wide. At the same time, I draw my magic around us and kiss her with a million soft well placed targeted lips. It’s good to be king right now, good to have the ability to become more than one man.

  I attack the other breast with the same assault, licking and flicking her tight budded nipple as it hardens between my lips. I inhale the smell of her pussy at it grows moist with need. Not yet, I tell myself. I pull away and catch her hands as she brings them up to grab my erection. If she starts to touch, I will lose control.

  I’d bend her over and fuck her as hard as I could, but she needs gentle right now, so I move slowly against her, waiting for her to be ready, for me. She needs to know I need her in my world. I was raised to hide feelings, and she makes me feel too much. It’s hard to control the urge to spill it out, like some besotted fool.

  I pin her hands on the gentle curve of her blossoming belly. She glares, but it is short lived as I send my magic to her sweet petals that even now grow moist with need. I use my free hand to part her flesh, and impale her with a single digit. “You’re so wet,” I say, and watch as she moves her slim hips to push my finger in further. “What do you want?” I want to hear it from her lips, the thought of her begging for me to fuck her is wild.

  “You, Ryder, I need you,” she cries as heat flushes her supple body and her pussy sucks against my finger.

  “Not yet,” I say. I send my magic slithering across her naked flesh, kissing, licking it until her pussy tightens against my finger, milking it. I lower my head until her pink flesh is slick against my mouth, and then I feed on her sweet pussy like a starving man at a banquet who can’t get enough.

  She cries out, and I lick her harder while adding another finger, and then another. I send more magic into her body. Her nipples harden as I watch the magic take over where my mouth has just been. Her legs fall apart, opening to allow me more room to make this sweet flesh purr with pleasure.

  I growl my approval, as she moves her sweet hips, thrusting me further inside her sweet treasure. I remove my mouth and replace it with magic. I get to my knees between her thighs and watch as she is fucked by a single thought from my mind. “Good girl,” I growl as I grab my cock and stroke it hard.

  She rocks my fucking world with those sweet fucking noises she gives and the seductive look in her expressive eyes as she relinquishes her control, to my full domination. I relish that she allows me to take full control of her mind and body. I can smell her orgasm hanging just out of reach, and I keep it there. I pull the magic away every time she gets close. Every time I feel her going over, I pull it back and watch as her eyes glow with hunger, and heated with pent up lust. I remove my fingers and let my magic cock fill her sweet pussy until it can take no more.

  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 t
hem 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.

  Chapter Thirty

  *~*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.