Fighting Destiny

I looked down at my lower stomach. The brand had grown while I’d been running from Adam. It was about the size of a silver dollar, the background looked like a silver disc inlaid with a design similar to a Celtic cross and had three red marks the color of rubies running down the center. Resting on the top of the disc were two red dragons facing one another with their wings spread and almost looked as if they were about to fight or worse—mate.

Ryder hadn’t just claimed me, he’d fucking branded me. On top of everything, this was the last straw

“He’s hit Transition, he’s becoming immortal. And from the smell of it my little blossoming Flower, you’re getting close to blooming as well. Damn! You didn’t smell like this last week. Ryder will want you close to him now. Imagine an animal going into heat. Every fucking alley cat is gonna come sniffing for a taste of you. He wants you with him when it happens.”

“That’s not his fucking choice,” I snapped. I spared a quick look at Adam who was just waking up, he’d almost raped me. Knowing that would kill him, “Ristan, I need him not to know what happened here. He would never forgive himself, he’s been through enough.”

“You care too much Syn. I’ll take him home, where he can feed. You did right last week by letting go of him, but consider this. Females in heat bring any Fae male with a nose right to their doorsteps and Adam was weak. He isn’t immortal yet Synthia, if you’re alone when you go into Transition,” he shook his head as his silver and black eyes met mine, “God have mercy on the poor fucker who tries to

I grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather my body when I felt a slight twinge and then a burning sensation on the right side of my lower stomach near my hip.

I looked down and screamed, angry red flesh that felt as if it was on fire met my eyes and then turned black and crimson. Adam came in, throwing the shower curtains open even as I grabbed it to hide my nudity from him. “What are you doing!?” I screamed as he stood staring at me.

“Fuck you smell good, so fucking good Syn,” he growled.

I met his eyes and flinched from the heat in them, emerald and lime green sparkled back at me, glowing. He was hungry. As in Fae fucking hungry. “Adam back up, now.”

“I can’t, fuck, I’m so hard Syn. Just need to taste you, just a little taste baby, please. I’m so fucking hungry!” He snarled just before he lunged at me.

I kicked him in the balls and ran to my bedroom throwing the door closed and locking it. He was pounding on it within seconds. “Shit, shit, shit! Go away Adam!” I shouted running for my phone and dialing Ryder’s cell.

He was the only one who could help him, but he couldn’t even come inside the house. Zahruk answered the phone. “Syn, bad timing.”

“Fuck the timing! Adam’s chasing me around like I’m a fucking chicken,” I shouted as more pounding erupted from the door.

“What do you mean he’s chasing you?” Zahruk’s voice grew tense.

“He said he needed to taste me, I don’t want to hurt him Z. I need help. Now and you owe me.”

“Can you get out of the house?” He replied calmly.

“I’m standing in my bedroom wearing a freaking shower curtain.”

“I’m sending Ristan now,” Zahruk said before the line went dead.

We struggled with Ryder’s weight, as if on cue Ristan came tearing into the house and picked him up and sifted outside. “What the hell just happened, Alden?” I gasped breathlessly.

“If I had to guess? I’d say your parents were worried with the Dark Fae coming in and taking you away,” he said as his eyes went bright with second sight as he examined the wards on the wall. “Wait, this says the Darkest Fae…or worse,” he examined another symbol and shook his head, “This one might say Unseelie, but I can’t be sure.”

“As in the Darkest Faery, from the ancient times?” I asked, I was really beginning to get scared now.

He shook his head, “I can’t be sure Syn. Your parents put these up before they brought you home. I don’t know where they even got these symbols from. I’ve never seen them before. They were protecting you from something Synthia, something bad.”

“Alden, that makes no sense. Ryder doesn’t even know which caste of Fae I am. I don’t get it, why all this fucking mystery over me?”

“Syn, be careful. They killed to get to you before and whoever it was walked through these wards,” his eyes swept to the door and mine followed.

“Ryder? You think they were hiding me from him?” I whispered fervently.

If the rest of the fucking Fae had half her heart, we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess, our world would be safe. Our children would be thriving instead of dying before they can Transition. Her children would be fierce, loyal and a fucking force to reckon with. My children.

I smile at her and watch her eyes narrow. So fucking smart, she knows I’m plotting, planning. She’s waiting for me to fuck up, to see what I am. More so now that she’s seen him pacing inside my head, rattling his fucking cage to get her. Soon, soon she will be ready for him.

She blows my fucking mind. I expected a succulent sample and got a glorious feast instead. She fed my inner beast. He gorged on her glory, until I had to fight him for control. He wanted her, fuck did he want her!

She amazes me. She consumes my mind when she shouldn’t. I’ve fucked thousands of women, none of them come close to how she tastes, or the bloody fucking gasps she makes when I enter her sweet pussy. Those sexy fucking noises drive me insane with need. Drive him insane with it.

Glorious mind fuck, it took me going in, to bring her out. She came out stronger, not broken and shattered, as so many who fold into their minds do. She went through hell, she watched someone she loved die and she learned from it, grew stronger because of it.

She showed no fear, as I fed. She didn’t succumb as the others normally do, no one has ever asked for more from me. No woman has fully satisfied my hunger before—ever and yet she just fucking did. She gave until I was full and then demanded I take more. Never before since my Transition has that happened.

Her eyes colored, glowing enough to show their true beauty. And that she’s full Fae, full fucking Fae. Hidden from us, kept secret. She’s royal to her sexy fucking core, her eyes the most beautiful one’s I have seen, glow with the feeding. And she tried beautifully, like a fucking Goddess. She’s going to be wild in her Transition and I plan to enjoy her when it happens. She will be mine, brought over by me alone, my cock inside of her, fucking her, tasting her.

Impossibly clueless and yet so fucking smart and beautiful. So fucking mine. I branded her, couldn’t stop myself and couldn’t stop the beast. She saw him, at a glance she saw him push to the surface as he demanded to be let loose, to show her his beauty.

Her body begs for my touch, my mouth, my fucking cock. She takes everything I give, demands more and gives everything back. She’s pure, her touch excites me, makes me feel like an untried youth about to explode in his fucking pants.

I knew he wouldn’t allow me to tease him for very long, his cock throbbed with need already. He growled low in his chest as I kissed down his jawline and then lower as I worked my way down his body nipping and then kissing him, until I rested above his cock. I flicked my tongue playfully, enjoying as his hips came off the bed for more attention as my own had just done for him moments before.

I took him into my mouth, caressing him with my tongue as he growled and rocked his hips. His hand grabbed my hair and forced himself further inside my mouth, until I pushed back up and took more and then I felt it, a tingle inside of me that demanded to be let loose on him. It wasn’t dark or cold, it was intense and animalistic and yet it wouldn’t fully allow me to take from him and feed. I met his encouraging stare and continued to take him in my mouth, watching as his head dropped from where he had gone up on his elbows for support so he could watch me as I took him in. He growled and then cried his release as he came inside my mouth.

I didn’t stop until he was on his back moaning, it was empowering to know I’d satisfied a glorious beast such as him. I’d made his legs tremble until he exploded. I climbed up his body as he had done to me and watched his as his eyes met mine, sated and yet still glowing. I smiled as I felt him grow hard again.

He rolled me over beneath him and entered me slowly, his eyes watching me as I accepted him. It was intimate, as if our souls had connected in that moment of time. And nothing else outside this room mattered, “You are mine Synthia, if any other feeds from you he will die, do you understand what I am telling you?” He drove himself to the hilt inside of me ripping a gasp of pleasure from deep in my chest.

“I belong to no one,” I said wrapping my legs around him as he prepared to pound inside of me punishing me for disobeying him days before.

“Wrong, I’m claiming you Syn. Right now, right here, you are mine.”

He pulled out, his eyes glowing fire as his brands pulsed beneath his skin and his hair rustled as if a wind had just swept through the room. He pushed himself in and out until everything inside of me once again starting to build towards another climax. I met his thrust, kindling the fire until it exploded and left me shaking as I held on to his shoulders as he pounded into me, until the only sound in the room was his flesh meeting mine and our mutual screams of pleasure.

The obsidian ring surrounding the gold in his eyes bled over and expanded until his eyes were black pools. He spoke in a strange language which sent a ripple of power pulsing through the room and through me as well. He threw his head back as he found his own release and sagged until his forehead rested on mine as we gained control of our breathing.

He lifted his head and met my eyes. Something showed from within—something dangerous. I blinked and it was gone, as if it hadn’t been there. But I’d seen it, he wasn’t Dark Fae, he wasn’t any kind of Fae I’d ever heard of before. He was an unknown—that I’d just allowed to feed from me.

“Something…wrong, Pet?” He asked as he closed the distance between us slowly as if he was stalking prey.

“Thank you Ryder, for teaching me to feed,” I said ignoring the fact that I’d caught a glint of something pacing inside of his golden depths as if it was caged inside of him, or worse. A part of him.

His hot breath teasing, as it fanned against my cold flesh, his tongue darting out to draw small circles on my flesh as he got closer to where I needed him. He stopped, looking up to meet my hungry eyes. “It might shock you at first, if it’s too much, tell me to stop and we can try again when you are ready.”

Stop? I was about to ask him what he meant, when his mouth touched my core, tongue flicking long hard strokes over my clit, I was trembling from the sensation when it started. I felt it. The throbbing need was removed with a desire so hot and wild that my body hummed with it. My eyes closed as my head thrashed from side to side as orgasm, after orgasm shook my entire body.

I was so wrong before, this was why they let them feed, this was why women sought them out. Everything inside of me liquefied, my thighs trembled as his mouth continued, his eyes lighting to liquid gold as he fed from me. Me. Not Claire. Not another woman, he was feeding from me and I was enduring it. When he stopped feeding, I held his head in place and demanded more.

He growled and I felt him smile against me there. He reached his hands beneath my legs and pulled me closer, forcing my legs over his shoulders as he gave in and sucked hard and soft at the same time. His fingers entering me and joining in the assault. I exploded again and while I shook from the sheer force if it, when I opened my eyes he was leaning over me with masculine pride shining in his eyes.

“You’re fucking amazing, you are unlike anything I have ever tasted before,” he whispered waiting as I rode the ever growing wave that was rushing through my body. I was floating and falling at the same time. It was like a deadly drug pulsing through me and yet it was beautiful at the same time. I was lost in his golden glow, his eyes swirled as if an entire constellation of stars sat lost inside their fiery depths. “I want my cock buried so far inside of this tight pussy. Can I fuck you Pet, can I?” He smirked.

I tried to speak, my tongue wasn’t working and it took several attempts before I could finally speak. I just laughed and laughed until Ryder was staring at me like I had lost my marbles. I laughed until I cried and when he scowled at me, I laughed even more.

“Syn….” He wasn’t sure what was happening and maybe I was having a mental breakdown, but I knew he would pick up the pieces.

When I couldn’t laugh anymore, I rose up and pushed him over onto his back. I straddled his hips and lowered my mouth to his and nibbled his bottom lip, before kissing it gently as he growled his approval. I kissed his neck while my neither region rubbed the moisture he had created over his glorious hard cock.

I didn’t answer him. Hearing that he had sent her away had created a warm fuzzy feeling inside of me though. I smiled as much as I could manage and started clumsily unbuttoning his shirt as I met his eyes giving him all the answer he needed. I wanted him and right now he was the perfect distraction. I knew he wasn’t the Dark Prince. He was more than that—so much more than that, but I didn’t care right now.

He was ancient and deadly and yet he’d been gentle and comforting when I needed him most. I’d signed the contract with the agreement that he teach me what I needed to know to live. While I didn’t embrace the idea of being Fae, I had no plans on dying because I was too stubborn to feed. His hands glided down my back until he found the zipper on the back of the dress and undid it slowly.

When it was undone, I let the dress slide down my body to pool at my feet. Ryder hissed and before I knew what he was doing, he pinned me up against the wall, his knee between my legs as his hand held mine high above my head. “I hate that I want you Syn and I hate that I can’t stay away from you or that no matter how fucking hard I try to get you out of my head—you stay.”

His mouth clashed against mine gently, as I opened and allowed his kiss to consume me. His other hand reached down and pushed past my panties, rubbing over the nub that lit up my insides instantly. He groaned as I moaned against his mouth, his words penetrating my mind. He hated that he wanted me as much as I hated that I wanted him.

He removed his hand and picked me up as he pressed me against the wall. I ripped the buttons from his shirt, unable to wait to touch his flesh any longer. He grinned as his mouth claimed mine again, with a deep urgency I felt in my soul.

We moved from the wall to the bed, where he dropped me roughly and continued working the buttons on his jeans until his sex jutted out, ready, with come glistening on the bulbous head. He bent down low, as I lifted my hips, he pulled the panties down and off of me and yet he held my feet up. He held my legs apart and growled deeply from inside his chest as his eyes feasted on what lay between them.