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  “You are coming into our world not knowing very much about us, and for that, I am sorry,” he said softly. “As I promised in the contract, I will try to teach you what I can. For now, I will let you in on something that the Fae do not talk about and the humans would love to know of, for sure. Do you know why humans choose to take Fae to their beds, Synthia?”

  I shook my head. I had felt it up close and personal, but I did not truly understand what the Fae did to them to make humans crave them so badly.

  “Because we can feel their need—we can sense what they want, before they even know it themselves. We can hear the tempo of their hearts as they increase, beating with need and fear of the unknown. We can smell the wetness between their thighs; know when they are ready to be fucked, or when they need more pleasure to get there. Our abilities let us know right where to touch them, and what they need the most. We can feel the orgasm as it builds, as it grows. We can prevent it from happening multiple times, creating one that will shatter their entire world. We can choose to take their souls, or feed it back to them. Our tongues have saliva ducts that are a bit different from humans. Our saliva secretes liquid that turns their most sensitive places to pleasure zones unlike anything they will ever know again. That’s why humans; seek us out and keep coming back.”

  Well holy fuck buckets!

  “And the multiple orgasms? How do you manage to give those so easily?” I asked, growing more curious as his voice continued soothingly.

  “We can give those at will. I don’t even have to touch you to fuck you. I only have to make you think I am. That day in my bedroom when I made you come, I never left the door. I only projected an image to your mind that said I had. I watched your sweet body gyrate from orgasm, and I have never wanted to be buried inside someone more than I did at that moment. You make me lose control.”

  I swallowed at the memory of that day in his room. It seemed almost a lifetime ago now, when in fact, only a little time had passed. I’d been positive he’d been lying over the top of me, making my body betray me. “Can all Fae do that?” I asked carefully as I lowered my eyes to his mouth.

  “Not all can,” he whispered, before he lowered his mouth and claimed my bottom lip between his teeth sensually. I felt heat flush through my entire frame at the connection. “I’m better at it than anyone else I know.” He released my lip, and I moaned. The feel of his heated flesh over mine was intoxicating.

  I could feel the skin that he’d made sensitive. He smiled as his brands lit up, until thick black swirling patterns covered his arms. He reached over me as he sat up on his knees. I watched him pull on the length of chain and double check one cuff, and then the other, carefully. The cool rush of air and silk on my skin was refreshing as he removed my clothing with a single thought.

  I was chained and exposed to him. I wasn’t afraid, though I knew I should have been. Something was buzzing inside my ears, and I closed my eyes against it—as if it would help. The stars that erupted behind my eyelids failed to help as perspiration beaded at the base of my neck. This was it; there would be no going back now. I was standing at a crossroad; one that would change me forever. On one side, I was human, and on the other, I was what I had hated the most not too long ago—Fae. And I was staring it down, knowing I would lose this fight. I’d be full Fae when I reached the other side.

  Chapter Ten

  His eyes lit up as he lowered his mouth to my body. “I’m going to taste every inch of you, Synthia,” he half growled, half purred.

  “Is that a threat, or a promise?” I asked, watching his mouth as he swirled his tongue around my oversensitive nipples.

  He laughed, and I felt it to my bones. He was beautiful, and his gentleness was a surprise I hadn’t expected from him. It was such a change from his normal gruff, alpha self. His tongue darted out to dip into my navel. I cried out as the wet, hot heat made my body buck with need.

  “The first orgasm you will have is going to be hard, fast, and intense. It might scare you. Your body is going to go into overdrive, and your mind is going to go with it. Just remember that I’m here with you, and I won’t let anything bad happen.”

  “Um, can you stop the Transition?” I joked, which caused his lips to twist into a blinding smile.

  “Funny girl, let’s see if you find this funny shall we?” he asked as he lifted my hips until my core was bared before him.

  I swallowed and whimpered as his mouth landed on my wet, slick heat. He growled as his tongue came out and lapped lavishly at the juices his words had caused. “Oh God, right there. Don’t stop, Ryder,” I cried as he smiled against me. He growled as he devoured me, the vibration sending the climax to impending readiness. I felt it, the vibration against my core as he growled, hungrily, against my heated flesh.

  I felt his magic pulsing through the room, wafting over my skin as I felt something filling me where his mouth was. I groaned as fullness filled me until I could take no more. I rocked my hips in his hands, pressing myself harder against his mouth as he rumbled with approval. The storm that was building was scary, the intensity was sizzling my insides, turning me inside out until my body shook from it.

  When I exploded, it was anything but normal. One minute Ryder had been between my legs, and the next he was pinned to the bed beneath me. I’m not sure who was more shocked, him or me. When had he allowed the chains to loosen? How had I missed him doing so, and why the heck did I care? I felt my mind going empty as I watched him hungrily. My entire body still riding the wave of desire he had created.

  “Let her out to play, Synthia, I can handle her.” He spoke low, but his voice was coming out in layers.

  “You are mine.” Yeah, that slipped out of my mouth in the same multilayered voice. My eyes narrowed as the room was shut out, and my attention centered on Ryder and his movements, right down to his heart beating in his carotid artery. I could see everything, and yet focusing wasn’t happening for me.

  I could smell his need, and knew what he wanted. I lowered my mouth, but didn’t touch him. In this state, I could smell his rich masculinity, addictive and erotic. I sniffed him and smiled. No freaking wonder he knew what I was feeling and what I needed.

  I could smell him right down to the salty bead of pre-come on the tip of his cock. I whined softly, needing to know every inch of him, every curve of his body. I watched his eyes turn black until it swallowed the gold. “I’m going to enjoy this,” I repeated his words from earlier back to him.

  “Take what you need, Pet.”

  “Oh, I plan to.”

  I laughed, enjoying the sound of my voice as it resonated off the walls and came back to me. I ran my fingers through his hair, testing the silk of it as I fisted my hands in the thick strands. I lowered my mouth and flicked his lips with my tongue. He groaned his response and, before I could blink, I was down, pinned against the bed.

  “You are fucking-amazingly beautiful,” he whispered as his pants melted off and he parted my legs with his. He entered me slowly, his eyes locked with mine. I needed him to move fast, and hard. He didn’t though; instead, he was slow and gentle as he watched my face and the emotions splayed across them. “That’s it,” he said when I started moving with him slowly.

  His hands lowered until he cradled my face, his mouth locked with mine, and together we moaned until the second orgasm ripped through us both. He smiled against my mouth as he continued to move inside of me, his cock already growing with need again.

  “What’s your name?” he asked carefully between his mouth kissing and nipping my lips hungrily.

  “I’m Syn, and you’re Ryder. You’re my fucking Fairy, and you’re wrong,” I purred throatily.

  “How’s that?” he inquired, sinking further inside of me.

  “You’re my fucking Fairy happy meal,” I smiled, and pulled at his soul. He watched me as I tried to pull it out, and into my own body. He only allowed me to take a sliver of it, but what he allowed was beautiful—it tasted pure.

  “You think you are in control, Sy
nthia?” He shook his head, and pulled at mine I felt it as he fed me more of his, as he took small pieces of mine. The beauty of his soul as it mingled against mine was overwhelming, and intoxicating. I was shocked he had allowed it, and pleased that he had let me in, let me see it. I released his, and felt as he pulled at mine with brutal force. I felt empty and cold—lifeless.

  “What’s your name, Syn?”

  Hot tears pushed at my eyes. I was almost completely empty and blank inside. He’d left me just enough so I knew what was happening, and that he was in control. He wanted to show me what I could do, and I understood it, but I didn’t like it. The panic of what had happened to my mother came rushing back. He felt it as well and quickly stopped.

  He held my soul only a moment, and then he started feeding it back to me, but he fed it back to me slowly, erotically. I felt his soul as it searched mine, inside of me, until I was once again completely whole. He was showing me the difference, and the power he held right now. The power I would soon hold. He was showing me everything I feared about being Fae, and I was glad he’d showed me this when he didn’t have to.

  “What is your name?” he asked gently, watching me.

  “Syn,” I whispered, relieved but glad he had shown me what I could do if I pulled at someone else’s soul.

  “Who do you want?” he asked quietly, his hard golden eyes reaching in to caress my soul, and reassure it.

  “You.” I whispered the single word with absolute conviction. I smiled, and bit my bottom lip to hide the grin that was forming.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, and began to move faster between my legs until I had no choice but to hold on and allow him to intensify my need. I rocked against him and watched as the gold of his eyes circled the black obsidian color, taking full control of it.

  “That’s it, take what you need,” he encouraged as I did what he said and I fed, pulling in the energy he was giving off, feeling it fill and strengthen me. The Fae had not been playing with words when they said that sex was the best way to generate emotion—it was pure untainted energy to us. I felt his magic pulsing to life, and the pressure came again. Only, this time—I felt it everywhere, kissing my flesh, suckling my breast, nipping at my skin, and then it was there, hot like a mouth licking across my clit until I could no longer contain the scream that tore from lungs as I exploded with him.

  I was still trembling from the release when he placed me on my side, and he started moving with that delicious friction again, and this time he fed. He took what he needed as though he were savoring every bit and storing up for a marathon. Somewhere, between him coming, and when I joined him, everything changed. I began to fade in and out of awareness and only saw and felt what was happening in glimpses. One moment my mind would blank, and the next moment, what we were doing would crash into my consciousness in blaring color and surround sound. I tasted blood, and knew instinctively that it was Ryder’s, and that I’d taken it from him, and he’d allowed it several times.

  It hadn’t been violent, and he’d exploded inside of my mouth, feeding both of what I had craved. He was primal in his need to dominate, and yet gentle in doing so. He was unlike anything I had ever known, or would again.

  His magic felt as if every single inch of my body was being explored at once. Even as I explored his, his magic touched mine in places no one else had ever been allowed to.

  Ryder was in control, and yet he allowed me to believe I was. He encouraged the hunger and challenged it with his own. He was an enigma, gentleness mixed with his need to dominate, and yet he held back from it. He took his time to ensure I felt everything he could give, and yet I could feel him holding something back. He was ensuring that I felt no fear, that I felt treasured, and I wasn’t sure how to process it. I was sinking in quicksand and, for once—I wasn’t afraid of it.

  *~*~*~*~*Ryder*~*~*~*~*

  She’s so fucking beautiful. Her will and strength define her, but her beauty comes from within. I held her soul inside of me and wanted to keep it. To keep it, and feel her inside of me forever. She has a moral compass most people would die to be able to have.

  She moves against my cock, and I purr, like a fucking kitten. She undoes me unlike no other woman ever has. Those sweet noises as she takes me inside her body; the look that fills her eyes as she’s stretched for more. Unfucking believable. Every time I think I have her figured out, she changes. She’s like a puzzle with missing pieces.

  She grinds against me and, I help her. I send my magic out to kiss and lick her gently on every nerve ending until I watch her shatter over me, pulling that scream of absolute pleasure from her lungs. “That’s it, Pet. Fuck, that’s so good.”

  She moans louder as I feel her juices slicken across my cock. So wet, so sweet, as she rides me again, already hungry for more. Her eyes glow beautifully, exotic as the woman they belong to. Her supple body rides me again, allowing me to lay back and watch her as, once again, I send my magic out to nibble on her high tipped nipples, and suck her clit. Fuck, she undoes me, she isn’t afraid of my magic now. She’s undone by it.

  She purrs as the magic wafts across her skin, kissing her neck and filling her lips as if my cock was pressing against it. I could fill her entire body with a single thought, but, right now, I just want to watch as she undulates on my engorged dick. Her body trembles against mine, sending her scent of need through my entire being.

  She’s a goddess right now, her body a vessel of desire. I growl and move her beneath me with a single thought and push inside of her tight sheath. She sighs, and I watch her as she says my name, over and over. The beast raises his head, and I smile. Masculine pride sinks in deep as my name is whispered from her lips, rolling off her tongue like silk, like a plea. Soon, soon she will be past the brink of blackness that takes hold of the mind during Transition, and then I will allow him to feed from her. I listen to her blood pumping through her veins; the scent of her orgasm hangs in the balance.

  I hold her legs apart; and come to my knees so that I can feed her more inches, more length of my hard cock. She’s close to coming again; her body is now covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I move my hips until I find the rhythm that will send her over, and I prepare to feed.

  The chains clank as she tries to move her hands to me, but I tightened those moments ago. I plan to ravish her sweet nectar with my mouth after she comes for me. She’s addictive; her body makes me weak with need. I fucking hate it, and yet I no longer want to hurt her, to punish her for this ceaseless craving she’s created. I want to save her, protect her. It’s a weakness I can’t afford.

  She mewls, and I smile, her core growing wetter with the impending orgasms I have planned. I watch as her head thrashes from side to side, her nipples tightening into taut buds that demand to be caressed, and I do, with my mouth. Magic could have been used, but I love the taste of her, the feel of her coming undone from my touch.

  I claim her mouth hungrily and she cries against mine, her need growing precariously close. I nibble against the tender flesh of her lip, licking and teasing her until she moans against me. Her legs spread farther apart and I sink deeper inside of her welcoming heat.

  My hands sink into her hair, testing the sensitive follicles until the exact pressure is applied, and pleasure meets pain. She cries out, and I relent until I see the heat flash in her beautiful Fae eyes. I send magic out, seeking her nipples; touching her clit until her body quivers for me. I’m in full control of this beautiful woman, my woman.

  “That’s it, Synthia, come for me. Let me taste that pretty pussy as it grows wet for me.”

  Never has a woman made me need to give her pleasure as much as this one. I find myself slipping around her, dropping my shield that I’ve erected. I find myself needing to let her in, to show her the beast and see how she reacts.

  I pull out before her climax, but I leave her filled with magic. She’s full and unaware that I’ve left her body. I watch as her young body rides my magic. I can feel it as if it’s still me inside
of her, me she’s riding with wild abandon. She’s open and exposed as I lower my hungry mouth and apply pressure to her welcoming folds. She tastes like ambrosia, the fucking finest wine of the Gods.

  I lick slowly, tasting, teasing as her body continues to be fucked by nothing more than magic. Not many can manage this trick, not many can do so without ripping out the soul of the feeder. I stroke my cock as I fuck her sweet nectar with my tongue, adding to her pleasure. Fuck it’s good to be me right now. I feel like the luckiest fucking creature alive.

  I nibble her clit with my teeth; feel as my fangs slide down from my gums. Fuck it, I sink them into the delicate vein of her petal-soft pussy, and suck her blood into my mouth. I feel her inside of me as I swallow her life’s essence. I stop and seal the wound, the saliva turning it from pleasure, to intense pleasure that makes her cry out with the need to be filled again. I soak her sweet pussy with it, and watch as she comes undone.

  Her body trembles as cries of ecstasy explode from her lips. I lap greedily as her come fills her sweet folds, and I drink them in. Feeding like a fucking animal as she rides my face, rides the orgasms that rip through her until I feel them turning painful. I stop them and allow her to recover. The moment she does, I start it all over again.

  Fuck I can’t get enough of her. How had I ever thought I would? She’s my drug, and I need more. I want to be high on her forever. The taste of her blood and her climax, linger in my mouth like nothing else I have ever tasted. The beast smiles and growls his need for the woman before him. Up until now, I had only let him loose with Syn in small increments, and reined him in tightly. Now, it’s time to let him out, to give him a bigger taste of her endless perfection, and see what he does with it. I smile and allow him to see her through his own eyes.