Escaping Destiny (14 page)

“What is?” I asked, narrowing my eyes on him
as I shook the water and removed the hair that was plastered to my
face away.

“Playing with you,” he whispered.

“Is that what we are doing, Ryder; playing?”
I asked, feeling tears burn in my throat.

“I’d rather we were fucking,” he replied in a
huskiness that sent heat shooting to places it shouldn’t be.

“What exactly are we doing? You’ve done what
you needed to; you got me pregnant. I don’t understand what else
you want from me,” I whispered as my eyes searched his.

“You are mine, Synthia. I’ve always told you
that, never have I danced around what it is I want from you. I’ve
kept many secrets for good reason, until it was the right time to
reveal them. I won’t make any excuses for what I have done, or how
I got you here, Pet. I’m glad you are here with me, and I’m happy
that you are the Blood Heir. It makes it easy for me to keep you.”
A small smile played on his mouth.

“Is that all you want? Because if I’m just
another—”

He quieted me with his lips, and I was
helpless to do anything except wrap my arms around his neck and
kiss him back. I was pissed, I was hormonal. I was also growing
hungry; food did little to fill the emptiness in my stomach. He,
however, could fill the ache, and would.

One minute we were in the pool wrapped around
each other, and the next…I was on my back with him hovering above
me, a soft blanket underneath us. His hands braced on either side
of my head, before he lowered his hot mouth back to claim mine. I
moaned as his kiss consumed and erased the troubles of my mind. I
knew he was doing it on purpose to stop the fight.

When he pulled away, I was left breathless
and panting.

“I didn’t bring you here to fight or argue,”
he ground out as he shook his wet head, which made me squeal.

“You are as bad as a wet dog!”

“Speaking of wet dogs, yours is here. He’s
found a pack of Shifters that has accepted him since his own was
killed.”

“Gabe is here?” I smiled.

“I missed this,” he whispered, going down on
his elbows as his finger skimmed the tender skin over my smile.

“Is that all you missed?” I inquired in a
teasing tone. I was so lost around him. One minute I wanted him and
in the next I turned mafia. I wanted him maimed in very bad
ways.

His lips turned up in the corners and he
shook his head, sending even more water shimmering from the inky
tips. “I missed this,” he whispered before he dropped his head and
kissed my lips gently. “And this,” he said when he pulled away and
licked the pulse that was currently speeding up at the hollow
column of my neck.

I felt his magic whisper through the air as
it magnified his kiss as if he had a thousand mouths and all of
them were touching my skin at once. I moaned and lifted my hips
toward where his hardness pressed firmly against my need.

“I miss the sounds you make as I take you. I
miss the noise you make when I fill you full of my cock. The way
your eyes light up when they meet mine, wanting more,” he replied
as our swimsuits disappeared from his magic. “I miss the feel of
your nakedness against mine,” he continued, even as I parted my
legs for him.

“I miss this, Pet. The way you let me, even
though you’re unsure of what will happen,” he whispered against my
ear, as his fingers skimmed over my stomach and stopped between my
legs. “I love how wet you get when you know I’m going to fuck you
sweet, long and hard.”

“I need you,” I whimpered, fighting the urge
to flip him over and just take what I needed from him.

“I’m going to tell you how I plan to fuck
you. Do you want to know what I plan on doing to you?” he asked as
a growl rose from deep in his chest.

I nodded, unable to make words come out.

“I’m going to spread your legs.” He did,
holding my legs apart until it was almost painful from being
stretched as far as they would go. “I’m going to lick you.” His
head lowered and his tongue lavished my sleek heat until I thought
I would go crazy from it. “I’m going to fuck you, like this.” One
finger entered, and then another joined, and another, until it,
too, became painful as he stretched me.

I moved my hips, or tried, but his hold on my
stomach held me immobile. I moaned and tried to, anyway. He smiled
as his eyes locked with mine, and then slowly he lowered his mouth
and flicked the sensitive nub there. He continued to do it, holding
my eyes locked with his golden heat.

His fingers entered and slid out, only to
plunge deeper. He curved them, finding the place inside that made
my mind grow dizzy as the impending orgasm tried to find purchase.
The minute I got close, he pulled his hand out and waited.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, and so deep
that you will scream my name, Princess. Your body will tremble,
your insides will melt, you will be wild with need, but you won’t
come, not until I allow it. I want you so fucking wild with lust
that you beg me to come. That you will beg me to allow you to find
release, and only then will I allow you to come on my tongue.”

“Ryder, please,” I begged as his fingers
penetrated me again.

“I love my name on your lips; the way you beg
for me when I drive you wild,” he said as his mouth hovered against
my pussy, close enough that his hot breath fanned the sensitive
skin.

My hands dug into his silky hair, but he
easily caught and detangled them, before he held them with one hand
against my stomach. He lifted his head and started to slowly climb
up my body.

“Do you want me, Synthia?”

“Yes,” I whimpered through the heavy panting
of my breath that refused to slow and was steadily becoming labored
from his ministrations.

“I miss this.” He entered me as his hands
held my thighs apart. I hadn’t been prepared or ready and his
fullness pulled a scream from deep in my throat. “Fuck, so tight
and so sweet. I miss my cock being buried inside of you. I miss
this.” His hips thrust as his ass gyrated and he plundered my
wetness.

I moaned, and the moment I closed my eyes,
his hands left my leg and came to my jaw. I opened my eyes and was
instantly captured in his golden depths. I licked my lips, but he
didn’t move to kiss me. He kept pumping his hips at the perfect
angle, the perfect beat that matched my heart which was increasing
with each thrust, as it pushed me closer to the release I was
reaching for. Each time I grew close to climax, he’d pull away and
wait. Only to start his sensual assault again.

“I need you,” I moaned as something burned
hotly against the left side of my lower back, right above my butt.
But my mind was focused on one thing, and one thing alone. Him.

“I know,” he smiled, and claimed my lips in a
scorching kiss. The only thing keeping me from melting was the
gentle breeze that filtered through the bowers thin see-through
drapes that did little to hide us, “but I’m not ready for you to
come yet,” he whispered before he kneeled back on his calves and
his hand stroked me where I needed him to fuck me.

“Ryder, fuck me, please.”

He grinned wickedly and his free hand skimmed
over my lips and his thumb pressed in until I parted my lips to
take it into my mouth. “Get on your knees, now.”

I followed his command and got to my knees,
even though they trembled with need. He lay back as pillows
materialized behind him. He lifted his long arms and cupped both
sides of my face before he pulled me down, until my mouth was
inches away from his pulsing cock.

I lowered my head the rest of the way, not
needing a guide to tell me what he wanted. My tongue snaked out to
capture the pearl of glistening moisture on the tip of his engorged
head. The salt-tang exploded on my tongue with a sweet bitterness
as a shiver of desire shuddered up my spine.

The moment I took the head in my mouth, he
groaned a long, low, animalistic sound from deep in his chest. I
smiled with the warmth of his cock in my mouth, on my tongue and
the musky male scent of Ryder’s arousal in my nostrils playing
havoc on my senses.

“Fuck!” he barked as I took even more of him
into the haven that was my mouth. I curled my tongue around him as
I tried to fit more. He was too big for me to take very much, so I
opened my mouth wider, and dropped my jaw as I tried to cover my
teeth with my lips and took even more of him into my hot mouth. I
moved my tongue, even though it felt trapped under the heavy weight
of his huge cock.

Ryder was no longer holding still for me to
see just how much of his heavy cock I could take inside my mouth.
He started thrusting, moving his cock deeper and sliding it out
again over my wet lips, steering my head to the steady beat of his
passion as he took my mouth and held my hair to keep me there for
him to take. “That’s so good, take more,” he ordered and I did.

I relaxed my throat as he pounded his need
in, battering the back of my throat until I pulled back and swirled
my tongue over the salty tip of his cock as he moaned against me,
taking him deeper as my eyes captured, and held his, until his head
rolled back and his eyes closed as he filled my mouth until I was
forced to swallow him.

I moaned and fed from his passion, from his
emotions that the release had given him. I fed until I was
bursting, and he allowed it. He’d known I was hungry, and that was
why he was on his back, and I was licking my lips satisfied, even
though I had yet to come tonight.

“My turn,” he growled and sifted. One minute
I’d been a satisfied cat, and the next I was filled with him, and
he was fucking me from behind. His hands gripped my hips as he
drove himself in until I was sure I would explode. He didn’t allow
it. Instead, he flipped me over and his mouth was ravishing my core
hungrily.

I exploded into a million pieces. My legs
trembled as heat centered at my core, and shot through me. Sweat
beaded at the base of my neck as he drove the orgasm on, until I
felt it start to abate. He was inside of me before it had ended,
and the moment he was, I shattered again.

Dawn broke, and he glamoured another dress on
me. The moment I was fully clothed, the bower which we’d had hungry
sex in—disappeared as if it had never been there. He’d given me so
many orgasms, that I’d lost count; between kisses, he sweetly
assured me that he was still on a strict diet—me. It was a
reassurance that gave me comfort, and hope.

“What happens now?” I asked, smiling since
I’d been unable to remove it from my lips.

“I take you to see my world, so that I can
see it through your eyes.”

“You want to see your world through my eyes?”
I asked, a little confused by his words. He smiled and my breath
caught and held in my lungs.

He was beautiful, even as his powers caressed
my skin and he changed forms. He did it effortlessly. One minute
he’d been a handsome Ryder, almost human. In the next, he was
anything but human. His huge wings hugged against his skin, and his
eyes turned to midnight with the full galaxy of stars stolen from
the sky, now locked inside of them.

It still boggled my brain that my Ryder was
the Horde King. It was a relief that he wasn’t Alazander, and that
he’d killed him. Anyone with such hatred and evilness inside of
them needed to be put down.

I was entangled, caught, trapped in his
obsidian depths. He lifted his hand, and held it out for me to
accept on my own. A bevy of emotions pooled through me, deep and
profound, and turmoil tried to rear its head among them. I didn’t
want to think; there would be plenty of time for that later. So I
didn’t think twice as I accepted his hand and drew in my breath as
he pulled me against his naked chest.

“I want to show you something, Synthia. It’s
a special place I enjoy,” he whispered.

“Oh really?” I mused with a smile that
wouldn’t let up, glued to my lips.

“I’d walk you there, Pet, but right now
sifting is easier, and safer. I can’t take you everywhere I want to
yet. The Mages have followed us here, which limits places I will
allow you to see. They are trying to find allies with those who
oppose the Horde. They’ve grown impatient, and have brought the
fight to us.”

“We should kill them, like quickly,” I said,
placing a protective hand over my stomach without even realizing
I’d done it until Ryder’s hand pressed firmly over mine.

“Our child will be safe, Synthia. I vow it to
you. I’d wipe every Mage off this map and that of your homeland
before I let them get close to you, or my child.”

Shit, that was actually sweet!

“She will be protected,” I concurred.

“She? You have decided on our child being a
girl?” he asked, but there was no anger in his tone, only
mirth.

“Isn’t that what you want?” I asked,
replaying what my mother had told me before I’d been given to the
Horde King.

“You are predicted to give me a son,” he
whispered against my ear as he turned me in his arms until my back
was flush against his chest.

“So says the Demon, but, he’s wrong on
things,” I said flippantly.

He chucked, and said softly in my ear. “The
Demon’s visions have never been wrong.”

Ryder wrapped his arms around and me, and I
smiled; at least until his wings whooshed, and we went airborne. I
squeaked an undignified sound of fear and he took us back down the
entire inch to the ground.

“Face me, and place your arms around my neck,
Synthia. I won’t let you fall,” he replied, and I did as he
asked.

I wasn’t afraid of heights. But then, I
wasn’t accustomed to being in the arms of someone who could
freaking fly either. The first time we’d only shot straight up in
the air, and then he’d sifted us out of the Blood Kingdom. This
time, he was actually flying. I rested my face against his chest,
taking in his heady scent as I did so. I allowed his presence to
calm me, and when he took off again, I was ready.