offered, she wouldn’t tire. Gods didn’t sleep. Synthia needed sleep, which should have told her the transformation from human to goddess was incomplete.
She ignored everything we said, tuning us out as she accepted us and not the world around her. She had to wake the hell up before we lost the war, and our children paid the price. I’d been gentle, loving, and nothing came from it.
I had tried to make her realize that she wasn’t accepting Faery. Dristan point-blank told Synthia that she needed to take what Faery was offering her. She’d looked at him with a soft smile curving her beautiful mouth as I’d studied her from the shadows. Her response? Is that so? Not how, or help me, just lame-ass replies to the one thing that could help us win this war before it started.
The fucked up thing was, Synthia had to want the power Faery was offering. It couldn’t be forced upon her or taught. One had to want it with everything within them and grab the power the moment it entered them, tethering it to their soul. Synthia was too busy shoving her soul into me, and yeah, that was also a fucking problem.
She’d taught me love, unwavering, undying love. She was the stars in my eyes that she loved so much. Synthia ignited a fire within me, and yet she still held herself at arm’s length while demanding I give her every part of me. She didn’t even realize she was doing it, or that when she spoke of her home, it wasn’t here with her children or me. She was fighting for us, but she sure as shit was not fighting with us, not yet.
I parted her thighs, enjoying the look of her pretty, sleepy eyes slipping open as I rubbed my cock against her hungry cunt. Inserting my thick tip into her haven, she clenched invitingly around me as a groan escaped her lips. I lunged deep without warning, pushing into her tight body until her greedy flesh took me all the way to my aching balls, swallowing me entirely.
“I’m not finished with you, woman. Wake up and fuck me,” I hissed, a growl escaping my throat. Those pretty electric-blue eyes turned to violet and back again as she came alive for me. “Move, ride my cock, Synthia,” I chuckled. Pushing her knees against her shoulders, I added more length and width until her eyes went wide, and her pretty mouth opened on a scream. I stretched every inch of her until I knew she ached.
“Ryder, it hurts,” she complained, and I leaned down, claiming her lips hungrily to stifle her complaints. Her body moved, her argument turning into a moan as I slowly rocked against her.
“Good, it’s supposed to hurt. You’re a naughty girl,” I growled, turning us until I was on my back, and I filled her pretty pussy with as much as she could safely take, clenching against me with the need to come. “Ride me, or I’ll add more length and watch you struggle to get off of it.”
Tiny hands moved to my chest, going flat as she lifted onto her knees, staring down at my engorged cock, so large she could hardly move on it. I was willing to bet, right about now, she was regretting that she transformed me. I had no plans to help her. If anyone could take my cock, it was her. My gaze dropped to where she stretched around me, her greedy cunt milking my dick until it fucking ached.
“Look at your tight, messy pussy. Make it come for me. I want to watch you fuck me, Pet.” I noted those angry eyes lifting to mine, burning with rage and anger. “You pissed off? Good, take it out on my dick, woman. It’s your only option right now.”
I barely contained the groan as she placed her feet on the bed and stood, gripping every inch of my cock enveloped in her body as she slipped it from her swollen flesh. The popping noise of her body as she freed herself from me sounded throughout the room. My arms moved, resting behind my head, staring at the angry red flesh of her sex. I expected