“So, you took me because you could?”
“Essentially, as I said, there were other reasons,” he replied, and held the goblet of blue liquid up to my mouth. I took a sip willingly, and inhaled as he continued to hold the glass up with the intention of me smelling it. The flavor exploded in my mouth, fruity and faintly bubbly. “It is what Humans would call Ambrosia. The nectar of the gods, supposedly. Do you like it?”
“It’s very nice,” I replied honestly. Maybe if I got drunk I could make it through tonight.
“How long has it been since you have fed?”
“Two days,” I replied easily.
“So you are hungry then, yes?” he asked with knowing eyes.
I was. I had been fighting off the hunger in hopes that Ryder could save me. I’d been injured in the explosion, and even though my father had healed it, I really needed to feed. Soon.
“I am going to feed from you, soon, so if you have any more questions, ask them now.”
“Don’t you want to know about me?” I asked, licking my lips nervously.
“Do you like to fuck?” His question made me blush, and a little angry.
“Yes,” I replied, unable to lie.
“Good, because I plan to use you—at every opportunity. Tell me, are you looking forward to being my concubine, or do you dream of escaping me soon?”
Fuck a rubber duck! “I don’t look forward to becoming anyone’s sex slave.”
“So you plan on escaping?” he asked as he reached up and pinched my nipple through the dress. I hissed and felt a flash of fear, and anger that I wasn’t angry enough. Instead, heat was flooding my body, and my cheeks.
“Yes,” I blurted out, much to his delight.
“You won’t escape me, ever. I’m not easily manipulated by pretty faces either. Tell me something, how many men have you fucked?”
“Two,” I said, exhaling slowly as he moved further onto the bed with me and I felt his wings closing in around us again, stealing the air from my lungs.
I inhaled deeply as the oxygen grew thin as they closed fully around us. They were soft, silky warm. The spikes I had seen earlier must have retracted when he had felt safe within his own castle. His mouth was inches from mine. The goblet was gone and forgotten as his hands now stroked me through the dress, sending heat swirling through my body. I moaned, unable to stop myself.
“Only two, that’s good. How many did you fuck during Transition?”
“One,” I whimpered as he lifted the dress, and his hand trailed over the thin panties I wore.
“One?” he asked in surprise.
“One,” I confirmed and felt anger at my response to him rise within me.
I shouldn’t be feeling anything but hatred for this monster, and here I was, panting like some whore while his finger stroked my pussy.
“You don’t like that your body is responding to my touch, do you?”
“No,” I replied firmly.
“You’re wet for me. Does that upset you; that your body knows you are in need?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as he dipped his fingers and pressed them against the silk panties I wore. He watched me as he stroked my core, finding the perfect rhythm as his fingers pushed against my need. My body tensed with want—for him.
“You smell good. Are you going to allow me to fuck you?”
I felt the tear fall. I’d been trying so hard to hold them at bay, but it was a losing battle. I shook my head. “I don’t want you,” I replied as golden eyes flashed inside my head. “You’re not giving me much of a choice, anyway, seeing as how you had to tie me up and all.”
“Who is it you want?” he asked, stroking his fingers over the silken nub of my pleasure.
Ryder!
I didn’t answer him, not that he expected an answer as he moved closer and the air disappeared. I was left with the option to kiss him, or die. I kissed him, and the moment his tongue pushed through my lips, I sobbed. This wasn’t going as I’d planned it to. Instead, I was slowly and erotically being mind-fucked by the Horde King and was succumbing to his will effortlessly.
He pulled back, but kept his wings around us, keeping me cocooned in their silky warmth as his hand worked over my wet sleek heat, and the other held my face lifted to his. “Will you submit to me, and allow me to fuck you?” he asked again.
“Do I have a choice?” I asked, spreading my legs further apart to give him more access. What the hell was wrong with me? I felt a single finger delve deep inside of me. I cried out and impaled my own body on it further, finding a rhythm as his mouth found mine, and took control.
“So fucking wet, so slippery with need,” he growled as he pulled his mouth away from mine and added yet another finger inside of me.
Something was wrong, because this felt too fucking right, and I wanted him inside of me unlike anything before him. Even Ryder. I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me until I screamed for more. “What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly as the beginning of an orgasm started to build.
“See me,” he growled and claimed my lips again.
I shook my head at him as I held my eyes tightly closed, and continued to ride his hand as he added yet another finger inside of me. Stretching me as his enormous cock pushed against my belly. When I was about to come he stopped, everything stopped. I was no longer chained to the ceiling, but lying on the bed with my legs spread wide, and the deadly creature looming over me.
His brands were moving, his skin was now lustrous, and his wings blocked out the light from around us. “You smell good,” he said as he sank between my legs and lowered his mouth to where my panties still covered me. He didn’t taste me; instead he smelled the need which was soaking my panties.
“Tell me to fuck you, tell me to part this flesh and make you mine,” he demanded. “Submit to me, and become mine.”
I was supposed to say no, but my brain was shutting down and I had the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I wasn’t seeing everything that was here, that I was missing something in the room. “No,” I cried as my body shook with the need to say yes. I wanted Ryder, why wasn’t he here? I needed him to be here. “I want Ryder,” I blurted out, which made the Horde King pause.
“You’re mine now,” he replied, dismissing my need as his fingers parted my panties and started moving inside of me again.
“I don’t want you!” I cried, even as I pushed myself against his fingers with a need I couldn’t explain. I should have kept the dagger. I should have followed through with the plan. How could I have not seen him using his powers on me? “I want only one man!” I screamed it, trying to make myself understand that I was doing something wrong by trying to come for the Horde King. The hunger was gnawing on me, and the events leading up to this were driving it deeper. I was trying to focus, trying to stave it off. In the end, I knew I’d cave.
This was all wrong, and when his wings came down to cover us once more, I could no longer care. I needed this creature inside of me. I wanted this need for him to go away. I kissed his mouth using my hands to hold him to me as I did so, since they were no longer tethered to the chains.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered as my clothes melted away with his will. His mouth latched onto my nipple, as his magic worked the other one, his fingers sinking deep inside of me. They were hitting the spot, which was sending me toward the cliff that would send me off the edge.
“Nooooo, I want Ryder. I need Ryder.” Why wasn’t he coming? He was my Knight in a fucking Fairy suit! He was supposed to storm the castle walls and protect me, to save me. I was his, damn it! Only his.
“See me!” he snapped, and drove his fingers inside of me until I was helpless but to lay there as fucked me with them with one hand, as the other held my chin to keep my face immovable.
“No!” I screamed as the impending orgasm threatened to explode.
I blinked as his form started changing, as if something was fighting for release. I strained to see what was there. My mind wanted me to i
gnore it. His face was moving, as if something else was inside of him. I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted him to make me explode. Most of all, I wanted to be somewhere else, and with someone else.
“See me damn it!”
“I see you,” I screamed, wanting him to shut up and allow me to find release.
“Goddammit, Pet, See me!” He shouted as the walls shook around us.
The pending orgasm was forgotten as my entire body shook from his words. I blinked at the golden eyes that looked down at me in stunned silence. As if he was the one who was shocked at his revelation. Other than the wings, he was here. Ryder was here.
“Now you see me, Synthia,” he whispered breathlessly.
My lips and fingers trembled as I reached up to stroke his skin, afraid I’d died from the Horde Kings attention, or turned FIZ, and this was where my mind had gone—to Ryder. I was in his arms, and shaking with all the tension and fear I’d be feeling, it all came out at once.
I was touching him. “Are you real?” I whispered, afraid to say it too loudly for fear he would disappear.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, and mine,” he growled and took me to the mattress hard.
I pushed at him. “What the hell? Where’s the Horde King? Did you kill him?” I asked, unsure how he’d accomplished this. Maybe I had passed out, and this was a dream. If it was, I never wanted to wake up.
“Syn,” he growled, trying to kiss me.
I pushed at him. “Am I dead? Did he turn me FIZ? How is this possible?” I demanded.
“What if I told you I was him?” he asked, letting me up finally.
“No, because that would be a lie and you can’t lie,” I said.
“Syn,” he whispered, running his hand over my naked leg.
“Ryder.” I pleaded for him to tell me he wasn’t the king. He just looked at me until I was left without a choice. I slapped him—hard. “You…mother fucker! How could you!?” I demanded, but he pushed me back down, and he was inside of me before he could answer.
I cried out as he stretched me further than he ever had before. My body throbbed with need as he drove himself in to my core. “Fuck, I need you, Pet, come for me, Baby, come!” he screamed in the multitude of voices that instantly had my body shaking from the electrical power that tore through the room.
I exploded around his shaft, painfully. My entire body shook with power as he released his need and fed me. He continued to pump his cock inside of me until the aftershocks of the orgasm subsided.
Oh my God.
This wasn’t happening.
Fucking hell!
Oh my holy flipping buckets!
Chapter Four
I lay there staring at him. Everything was coming back; all the hints, all the truths that had been staring me in the face. “You walked through the wards,” I accused. I struggled out from under him and scooted to the other side of the enormous bed, never taking my eyes off of him.
“Childs play, Synthia. I had Eliran make an amulet that tricked the wards. There are a lot of creatures that the wards did not take into account. We knew the Demon was one of them.”
“Ryder, I asked you straight up if you were the Horde King, and you said no,” I whispered. I realized at that moment, he hadn’t actually answered me any of those times with a solid no. He’d danced around the question.
His golden eyes watched me as everything that his words implied crashed in on me. He’d tortured my brother; he had been the one to set everything in motion that had sent me to the humans, which resulted in them being killed. Because of him, it had always been him. He was the reason I’d lost my family, he was the one who had sent my entire life spiraling out of control—and I’d fallen in love with him.
“You’re Alazander!”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then who the fuck are you? Please, tell me who the hell I have been fucking!”
I was pissed, and his lips that jerked up in the corners with a start of a smirk were not helping. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to strangle him. Worst of all, I wanted him! It all pissed me off in the worst way.
“The Wild Hunt!?” I accused, throwing angry, sharp as daggers at him. I pulled the covers around my naked body, too shocked to do anything else.
“You were caught, and fucked by the Horde King; always winner of his own event,” he smirked wickedly. “I never lied to you, Synthia, if that is what you are wondering. I let you draw your own conclusions, and I wasn’t, in fact, the Horde King until the day you were taken to the Blood Realm. That action forced my hand.” He gave me a small smirk. ”I told you that I would save you, Synthia.”
“Why? How? This doesn’t make sense! How could you be the Horde King, and yet not be him?”
“Because I ascended to the throne,” he answered simply.
“That’s it? You just jumped up on the throne, and the actual Horde King allowed this?” I gasped in surprise.
“Not exactly, Pet. That’s a long story. How are you feeling?” He quickly changed the subject.
“Oh, I don’t think so, you fucking spring it on me that you’re the Horde King, you make me freak the fuck out at the idea of being given to the Horde—to you! I told you I planned on killing you! You couldn’t have thrown me a little bone? No, because you’re an asshole! You made me think I fucked the Horde King!”
“You did just fuck the Horde King, Synthia, and you weren’t complaining,” he said with a small smile.
“I am going to do more than complain in a moment,” I gritted out. “Why couldn’t you just tell me as soon as we got here? Why the act, and scaring me out of my mind? Spill it, Horde boy!”
“I am sorry for scaring you. Too much has happened over the past few days, and I didn’t know how far you had been compromised,” he said tenderly as he reached out and tried to cup my face. I flinched slightly away from him. “I had to know where you stood with me, Pet. I just didn’t count on your hunger being so strong. I felt it, and I couldn’t think past that to anything else.
“Tell me what happened,” I said softly, and relaxed a little. He shifted his body and those wings into a more comfortable position against the pillows and looked at me sadly.
“I killed him. Too much had happened and it was escalating out of control with no end in sight. He pushed too far, and I was left with no choice but to kill him.”
“Ryder.” I felt sweat beading on my forehead. I knew he was not telling me everything. I needed to know more. “How does you killing the Horde King give you the right to claim his throne?” With Fae politics, nothing was that easy.
“Because I am…was his son, Synthia; Danu’s Heir. Killing my father gave me his throne. I had not claimed it, because I didn’t want anyone to know he was dead. I needed to buy as much time as I could to try and save Faery without my father’s sins and Fae politics interfering with that goal. Now everything that I have delayed will come to my realm with a vengeance.”
“Wait, so you didn’t make the contract for me, the one to my parents?” The Horde King who had made that contract was the one who had irrevocably screwed up my life. Hope was thrumming through me, my heart was beating wildly.
“No, Synthia. I sent Ristan with the Horde emissaries to make that contract for you in the name of the Horde King. I’m not proud of the lengths I went through to secure it, but I’d have done much more to secure you.”
“You cut my brother up. You knew it would break my parents’ resolve to withstand your demands.”
He gave a slight nod of his dark head. “His hands? That is the least of what my Father would have done, and your parents would have expected nothing less.”
My heart was hammering wildly, his eyes watching my every thought that crossed my mind. On one hand, I was relieved to find out who he was, while on the other hand, everything I’d ever heard about the Horde King was running rampant through my mind.
He lifted his hands and ran them through his hair, as if he was the one who was frustrated. “There is too much to tell you, and too littl
e time. You are going to stay here, and listen without interrupting me. Please. I’m going to sit beside you and I will do my best to explain everything. After I’m done, you can ask me the questions I can see burning in your eyes.”
“Fine,” I replied, pulling up the sheet around my naked body. I watched him lower his gaze with anticipation burning in his golden depths. He smirked, and waved his fingers. I gave a small shudder of breath as I felt satin press and wrap around my skin. “Thank you,” I whispered, and scooted back against the mountain of pillows piled against the elaborate headboard.
He moved closer, as if he was afraid I’d run away from him. I felt my skin tingle with the raw current I’d always felt when sitting or standing too close to him. He pulled the sheet from my body and smiled at the red satin bathrobe he’d glamoured for me.
“Red suits you, Blood Princess,” he murmured as his fingers trailed over the naked flesh of my leg.
“I’m waiting,” I replied, afraid to allow him to waste time with the questions burning on my tongue.
“Always impatient, Pet.” He moved closer to me and lay back against the pillows. His mammoth wings rustled, and folded back neatly, as he settled in comfortably.
“Just over twenty two years ago, my father was killed by my hand. I am sure your parents and your brother told you how he was abusing the other Castes of Fae. What they may not have known, is that he was abusing his own people first. Power can corrupt even the strongest of beings. In the beginning my father was much like your adopted one. In my eyes he could do no wrong. He was everything to our people, and exactly the creature that Danu wanted him to be.
Over time, something changed within him like a sickness. He started making demands of our own people, and eventually when he got bored of that, he took more. He took the daughters of our enemies, as well as our allies. Gifts he called them, and he spared those who gave them freely to him, and he took what he wanted from those that would not and levied huge consequences for those who defied him. He wanted something tangible to assure they knew he had the power. Any slight, real or imagined from one of the Lords or other Kings would result in the abuse of their Gift.” He exhaled slowly, as if the memory was more than he wanted to remember. His eyes took on a hued glow of amber and obsidian.