had in me just to keep alive since I was old enough to do so. I have murdered thousands of creatures within this realm. Do you think the dead’s families want me as their god?”
“They will follow you,” I replied carefully, not moving from where he’d left standing. “If you choose to lead, they will follow you because you’re not a monster. You are not your father. You fight for your brothers, not against them. They accepted me without even knowing me. You were born to be the King of Faery, and I, your queen. Who better to be the God and Goddess of Faery and of the fae than us?”
“I expect treachery from my people, from Bilé, not my fucking wife.”
It felt as if he’d physically slapped me in the face. I nodded slowly as tears burned behind my eyes. “You’ve made your choice.” I bowed my head and turned to leave the room.
I was grabbed from behind and thrown onto the bed. I lifted onto my elbows to glare at him. Ryder smiled coldly while studying me as my clothes caught fire, turning to ashes before it damaged my flesh. His black and golden wings spread wide. The talons on the edges lengthened while I swallowed hard, hissing as he allowed his power to cover every inch of my body.
“You don’t get to run away from me, little girl,” he snapped callously. His words rumbled from deep in his chest, followed by the sound of an inhuman growl. I sat up, only for his magic to slam into me again, knocking me back against the mattress. “You don’t get to decide who I become. Obviously, you need to be reminded of who and what I am,” he hissed, using magic to lift me and slam me down against the bed on my stomach. My legs spread apart while magic captured my hands, pulling them behind my back and holding them in an invisible grip.
The first assault was a slap of magic that landed on my ass, causing my body to jerk as it continued. He wasn’t even touching me, and yet he was spanking my ass. I cried out with each punishing slap of magic that struck me, reddening the flesh while he studied me from across the room.
His magic filled my pussy, stretching me as if he was taking me in his beast’s form. I opened my mouth, mewling, crying out as it moved hard and faster within me. Ryder pushed the magic deeper and deeper. I trembled as he held me locked between pain and pleasure, teetering on the brink of an orgasm. I felt him releasing more magic, noting the sound of his bare feet walking across the floor.
“You want to hurt me? I can hurt you too, pretty Pet. You aren’t strong enough to win against me, goddess or not. I am the Horde King and everything it entails. I don’t need a crown or to become a fucking god to own that sweet, tight pussy. I already fucking own it. I don’t need it to win a fucking war. They created me for war and to rule this world. One trespass against me was okay. You took the beast away without asking. You combined him with me, and I forgave you easily, which was obviously a mistake.
“You think your mother is on our side? You were acting on instinct, and I let your trespass slide. She assumed the beast was the murderer that hid within the man. She was wrong, Pet. The beast was just the one riding within because I am the monster, of that you can be assured. The beast didn’t murder Adrian; I did. The beast didn’t claim your tight pussy after I hunted it down in my world. I did that too.
“All you did was make the monster that held the beast stronger. Alazander may not have been strong enough to hold his monsters at bay, because he was too weak to embrace his demons. I made peace with my demons long before I ever met you. I promise you, sweet wife, I am the fucking monster, and I plan to remind you of that now.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ryder was in control, his