I slammed against him, taking him to his base as his deep, wicked laughter filled the room. It sent gooseflesh racing over my skin as he pushed me down, lifting my leg to place over his shoulder.
His hand threaded through my hair, forcing my eyes to stare at where we joined. I was stretched wide, his cock still thickly buried in my flesh, clamped around him like a vise. It looked hot and erotic to see that I’d taken every inch of him inside of me. I rubbed against him, rocking my hips while he growled his approval.
“Look at you, my greedy little goddess. You’re such a good girl, taking every fucking inch of my cock into your tight pussy. Look how I stretch you, owning you until you know nothing but the feel of my cock fucking that pretty, pink cunt.” Moving back, he withdrew until only the tip remained cradled inside me.
“Ryder, please,” I begged, needing him in my body again.
“Look at it,” he demanded, and I did, taking in his thick, beautiful, monstrous cock. It was longer than it should be, and my body begged to be full of his velvety-soft flesh. He pushed into my body, withdrawing again before repeating the movements as I watched him slowly fucking me.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, watching him disappear into my warmth and feeling him jerk as my pussy clenched around his cock, fighting to keep him there. “Such a good girl,” he chuckled, starting to move in a hurried pace.
I was helpless to do anything more than watch as he fucked me for hours, coming repeatedly while my body vibrated with endless orgasms until they became one big eruption that refused to lessen.
Hours after we’d finished, I laid beside him, staring at his sleeping form. His breathing had changed with the merge, now coming in labored, shallow breaths. It sounded wrong somehow, but Ryder was sleeping peacefully. Sitting up, I placed my hands on his cheeks and leaned over to kiss his soft lips before I slid from the bed and moved into the shadows.
Chapter Eighteen
I sat on the chesterfield sofa with Zander on my lap. Cade played on the floor next to the bed, where Ryder had yet to awaken from last night’s escapades. The room filled me with intense emotions: fear that the potion had harmed Ryder, sad that my children were going to the City of the Gods, and apprehension surrounding the woman that would take them there.
My gaze strayed from the darkened corners on the terrace to the man sleeping through the sound of our children playing. Setting Zander down, I stood, moving to the vanity to retrieve the empty vial. Removing the cap, I sniffed the contents and frowned, settling my worried gaze back to my sleeping beast.
“You gave him all of it?” Eris asked, emerging from the shadows without warning or even a ripple of power to alert me to her presence.
“You said to give him all of it,” I reminded, studying her features. “He isn’t waking up.” I let the urgency in my emotions show as I paced on the balcony, trembling with fear.
Moving back into the bedroom, I picked up Cade, brushing my fingers through his hair before I sat on the bed, staring down at where Ryder’s long black eyelashes dusted over his cheeks.
“It may take a while for him to change.” Eris frowned while she stared at Ryder’s sleeping form, a flush of guilt coloring her cheeks. “We didn’t plan for you merging Ryder and his beast before he would go through yet another transformation. Where is your daughter?” Eris asked, changing the subject abruptly, looking anywhere but the bed.
“Ryder hid her from me,” I admitted sadly, my gaze slipping to the floor as tears burned my eyes. “Something is going on in the stronghold, and as a result, he’s changed into someone I hardly recognize. He’s been fucking other women, and then more and more lately, he started feeding with them instead of me. I would leave him, but he removed