sore flesh.
“When I ask you who the fuck owns your gluttonous, needy cunt, you say my name. I am the only creature alive who can or will ever fuck you, woman. I will destroy anyone who thinks to part these hungry, clenching lips to bury their length in your heat. You are mine, Synthia. I promised you forever, and you promised me the same. You vowed to fight at my side, not fucking change what I am. You married me, and you did so knowing I wasn’t a nice fucking guy.
“You keep secrets from me, and I keep them from you. You want to know why we’re fucking losing? It’s because you won’t turn off your humanity. You won’t change who you are, and yet you want to change me? Fuck you.
“Did you know I let the mages take me from our wedding? You thought they could enter my home and take me without me allowing it to happen? Who the fuck do you think I am? Do you think anyone could come in here and take me?
“I’m not weak, and I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. You thought I had been taken, but I wanted to be inside that fucking guild. I was there to learn our enemies, to determine their weaknesses. Those witches? The Original Witches? They’re working for me now. You think I’m weak, but I assure you this: nothing happens to me that I don’t fucking allow.
“Your mother’s essence won’t work on me because I am already a fucking god. I drank the essence inside the Temple of the First People of Faery long, long ago, before I ever set my sights on you, little girl. I am both Seelie and Unseelie, and I am also a god. I changed who I was, and I don’t need my woman to think I’m not strong enough to stand beside her.
“You apparently think yourself worthy of who you became, but you are weak, woman. You refuse to accept what we tell you, what we need you to do so that you can become strong enough to stand beside me. I am not the one who needs to evolve, Synthia. It’s you who refuses to adapt to the world that’s screaming for you to save it. Turn it off. Turn that last little bit of who you were off and change your fucking self instead of trying to transform me.”
I couldn’t see Ryder past the stars dancing in my vision. I was passing out while he spoke, unable to push him away from me as he used my throat to cradle his cock. His deep chuckle pissed me off, his magic pissed me off, and he was pissing me off.
Ryder’s hands worked my throat as he slowly pulled out, seeing me gasp for air. He turned me on the bed, smirking while I continued to gulp in air as he placed me on my stomach with my ass lifted toward him.
He offered me no reprieve as he stared at the red, swollen flesh of my sex. His hands bit into my thighs, spreading my legs open before he thrust into my body from behind.
I screamed out as he filled me, not bothering to shrink enough that I could take him easily within my pussy. It burned, creating a throbbing need inside my core that ached and pulsed. He didn’t withdraw, didn’t move.
Instead, he pushed two fingers into my ass, chuckling when I muttered incoherently with the need to come, to allow him to fuck me. I needed it to accommodate his girth and length, and yet he didn’t let me find release.
Ryder began moving after a moment, uncaring if I was ready or not. My hips pushed against him, driven by magic as he released my hands, allowing me to grab on to the blankets where I buried my face, screaming with both anger and need.
The room smelled of magic and sex. His fae magic was still thick enough to cut with a knife. He pounded into my body with a heady beat, pausing each time I was close to release. His free hand left my ass, threading through my