brought the drink to his lips, downing it in one gulp.
“Can I refill that for you?” My heart thudded in my ears, deafening his words as I waited for his reply. I reached for the glass, only to have him grab my arm and twist it, forcing me to move closer to him. “Do you want more?” I whispered, my words echoing in the room’s silence.
“If I wanted more, I’d have asked for it,” he growled, taking the glass from me and setting it aside. Blowing in the direction of the candles, he extinguished all but one, leaving the room dark, with only the soft glow of a single flame and his golden brands. “Lay back and touch that naughty pussy for me. I want to watch you fuck yourself.” Leaning back, he removed his pants and fisted his engorged cock, turning his head to stare at me with a devilish grin.
Ryder’s cock was huge, much larger than it had been before, and he’d been challenging to take within my body then. I wasn’t sure I could accommodate him without enduring more of the pain I’d had the first time we’d fucked after I’d combined them. His excited gaze burned with the knowledge of my fear. The deep rumble of his masculine laughter filled the room, and I began to obey his instructions without question.
I hated the game we played, pretending to be at odds over the illusion of his affair, and continued feeding from other women. Those spying on us thought we were at each other’s throats, and we had to maintain the pretense. It was hard enough during the day, but anyone who knew us well would know that I had to feed his beast, and not doing so would have tipped off the spies that we were on to their trickery.
However, I couldn’t calm the nervous energy pulsing through me. There was also the fact that while Ryder fucked me immediately after the transformation began, he had yet to change into his newest form entirely. Now, I had to take him for the first time fully merged with his beast, pretending to fight to keep him. The ruse only added to the nervousness of what I was doing, trying to control the situation, to reach the end goal before he left for the war.
My fingers untied the bows at my hips, and I tossed the panties to the floor, letting my fingers dance their way slowly closer to my center. Ryder leaned in, pouring the ambrosia over my pussy, and I yelped as ice touched my clit. His wicked smile danced in the candle’s glow as my fingers glided across my sex.
“Stretch your greedy pussy for me, woman,” he ordered. “Three fingers, and don’t stop fucking it until I tell you to.”
My fingers pushed into my body while he followed my movements, studying the slow, languid motion of my fingers. I lifted to give myself more room to play before he spread my legs apart, nudging one over the back of the couch and the other to the floor, giving himself an unobstructed view.
“You can do better than that,” he announced, grabbing my hand and pressing it against my flesh, rubbing it over my naked heat. He used my fingers, thrusting them into my body before adding his, staring as we fucked my core together. I whimpered at the burn it created while he stretched me enough to take his thick, hard cock. “You feel that, woman? You feel your greedy pussy sucking us deeper as it weeps to be fucked?” Leaning over, he clasped my clit between his teeth, slowly dragging them over my swollen nub until I cried out with need.
He leaned back, stroking his massive erection, and spoke to me coldly. “Look at you, naughty little girl. What game are you playing? Think you can fuck me hard enough to be my only source of substance?” he asked, watching my fingers before his stare held mine.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you,” I admitted. “If I have to get on my knees and suck your cock, so be it. I can be your dirty little whore, asshole. You want to fuck me like a whore,