Seducing Destiny

by Amelia Hutchins

  “Ryder,” I squirmed as heat furrowed in my belly.

  “Stop,” he said and when my hand didn’t immediately leave my core, he sifted to the bed and lifted my right leg high in the air exposing my ass, hitting the delicate flesh of the round cheek hard enough that I would have a red welt where he’d struck my flesh…Maybe; this was a dream after all. “When I tell you to do something, you do it,” he whispered as his fingers rubbed the abused tissue gently. “Give me your hands,” he continued and as I did, he wrapped a silk cord around them, and then positioned them on my stomach.

  “Now, part your legs and lift them for me,” he growled. “Show me what’s mine.”

  I did, and heard him growl as he saw the mark he’d left on my ass. “Do you want me to lick you?” he asked but when I nodded my head, he slapped my ass again, harder. “Say it,” he demanded, and I caved to his demand.

  “Lick me; please, I need you to do it now,” I whispered wantonly. I let out a soft growl as his hands parted my legs painfully, leaving me fully exposed and bereft of any control. His strong hands held my legs apart as my hands moved to the area which needed his mouth on it.

  “Bad girl,” he snapped, and before I could guess his move, my legs were pushed down and he was straddled over my chest. He turned us easily, until my head was hanging over the edge of the bed. He got up and stood in front of me; his hands pried my mouth open and then he was pushing his cock down my throat. “Bad girls get punished, good girls get fucked,” he told me. I couldn’t reply; he was driving his shaft painfully down my throat and I loved it, my teeth scraped and fangs elongated as I took advantage and nipped his tender flesh for a taste.

  Tears formed in my eyes, and rolled down into my hairline as he continued to push and pull his cock as he abused my mouth. It was primal and erotic, and even though I feared choking, I continued to take more of him until I couldn’t. “Damn,” he rasped gutturally. He moved his hand until his fingers held my throat, and then he applied pressure. Stars erupted as blackness took hold. He eased off only to do it again. He’d stolen my breath once before, but this time, I wasn’t afraid of it. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs and knew his eyes were currently watching what his action was creating as a result.

  When he pulled out, I cried at the loss of him and moved my bound hands to find him again. He pushed me back onto the bed roughly, and his cock bounced with his steps as he walked around the room, his huge wings eventually blocking my view.

  When he came back, he was holding what look like nipple clamps in his hand. “Present from the Demon; they even vibrate,” he said with a wicked smirk that would melt the bones of any sane person. Good thing I wasn’t sane. His mouth moved to one breast as he kissed and suckled on one nipple and then the other. His fingers pinched and fondled them as well. He reached up, clamping one nipple—which tore a surprised gasp from my lips—and then clamped the other. He slid down to sit between my legs as he once again spread them as wide as they would go. He spread his wings and the single candle went out, leaving us enshrouded in darkness.

  The only sound left in the room was our hard breathing and the sound of the clamps which were making me numb with lust. I sensed his movement as he moved his mouth hungrily over my breasts and started licking the tip of one nipple as the clamp worked it for him. Ryder didn’t need toys, but he was making a point and I got it. I’d allow him to do anything to me, and he wanted me to know it and accept it. He chuckled softly, as if reading my mind. “Now that I know how these things work and how much you enjoy them, I will have to create these again.”

  I was moaning as his tongue worked my nipple, but the moment I felt his thumb doing sweet circles on my clit, I mewled and gasped with the raw pleasure which surged through me. I couldn’t see anything—not even his brands were illuminating the room, which told me he wanted me blind. He wanted me to use my senses and feel what he was doing to me, without seeing it.

  “You need to be fucked, don’t you, Pet?” he whispered huskily as he pulled back from the bed, giving away his retreat. Then he was back, and I felt him as he slipped something hard, but soft around my neck—a belt maybe, made of soft leather. “Not right now; you’re not wet enough yet. I’m going to feed you my cock, because I know it makes this sweet pussy weep to be fucked. You like me fucking your mouth, don’t you, Pet?”

  I moaned.

  Yes, it definitely felt like the leather of a belt, which he used to direct me into a new position, one that had my head tilted up and to the side, and then I felt his cock as it pushed against my lips, demanding entrance. “Open your mouth,” he ordered and I did, forcing it to open wide while trying to relax my jaw to accept his massive size. He was rock hard, and once again water leaked from my eyes as he hit the back of my throat. I could barely fit him half-way inside, and I knew he had more to feed me. I started to move my tongue and lips around him, sucking and licking as best as I could.

  “Fucking hell, woman,” he hissed as I sucked, forming a vacuum around his salty cock. He wanted me to be dirty; well hell, I could be whatever he wanted in his fantasy. His hips rocked as he started using my mouth faster, but then the leather around my neck tightened and I gasped and started to panic, but he only used my shock to further his cause and go deeper into my throat. He pushed in and then pulled out only to find a rhythm to fuck me with, and I moaned at the sensation and then his magic filled me and took hold, pulsing over my skin.

  “Ready, Pet? I’m going to fuck all of you, hard.”

  He didn’t wait for an answer. One minute I’d needed to be filled, and the next I was painfully full. His magic was completely filling me; as if he himself was between my legs fucking me, it pulled in and out, pushing harder than it ever had before. Pushing my limits, and decimating my boundaries. With him, there were no limits.

  This wasn’t just the beast; this was Ryder and him working together to show me just how dirty they could be. It was brutal, and I wanted more. No, I needed more. I needed this; this show of total domination was both overwhelming and blissfully erotic to my senses. I’d never been so full in my life, and we both knew it. He was allowing the beast to help dominate me. It was as if we were having a threesome, and we all had needed it.

  Every time I got close to orgasm, they’d stop. He was still filling my mouth generously and when I opened my eyes, it was to find his eyes a brilliant shade darker than midnight, as they caught and held the candlelight. The leather loosened, and then was gone, and he pulled out of my mouth abruptly. “That’s a good little plaything; now it’s my turn,” he said as he crawled down the bed until he was between my legs. His magic had yet to stop, and I was getting to a painful level of arousal that demanded to be fulfilled.

  His lips kissed my thighs as he continued pounding into my core magically. His breath mingled with heat as it skimmed my flesh but refused to touch it. His tongue darted out here and there as it drew circles in my flesh. He sucked the labia, and kissed it as he licked everywhere around my soaked heat. It wasn’t until his magic ceased and I felt him pushing against my opening that I fought to get him inside. I needed this creature more than I needed air.

  “Such a wanton little thing, and so close to coming for me,” he growled, but it came out in the beast’s voice, not Ryder’s. “Is this what you want, Princess?” he asked as he pushed a single inch inside, only to pull it back out and rub it against my slick opening, teasing me. “I love those sweet noises, those sexy as fuck sounds you make as I tease this sweet pink flesh.”

  He rubbed my pussy with his thick cock, which sent shocks of pleasure through my entire body. His hands held my legs wide open as he continued to torture me with what he knew I needed. He did this for what seemed like an eternity, and then he wrenched at my arms and pulled me up, only to shove me back down with my ass in the air, exposed to him.

  “You’re going to scream for mercy, and we’re only going to fuck you harder
,” he growled and before I could prepare for it, he was inside of me, all of him. He stretched me fuller than ever before, and I struggled to get it out, but he held my hips and laughed as he continued to pound his cock deeper and harder with each thrust. “There’s no escaping us,” he snarled as he placed his thumb on my exposed perineum. It pushed against the skin, and I screamed as it penetrated me there.

  It was brutal sex, bone crushing, never walk the same again sex. He pushed and slammed into me. I could feel my muscles burning as he assaulted me and they clenched violently around him. I wasn’t prepared for the orgasm that ripped through my body and neither was he; his husky laughter said he’d enjoyed it though. He also used it against me as he pushed in even deeper, finding a rhythm of motion that he knew was hitting me exactly in the right spot.

  “I didn’t say you could come yet, did I?” he asked, and slapped my ass lightly in warning. He shoved my head, which I had lifted for the orgasm, back down on the bed and lifted my ass up even further, only to use it to move my body to his will. I screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he continued to rock me onto his magnificent cock. It was a weapon, and he knew it. He pierced me with it, penetrating me harshly as he used me for his pleasure.

  “You’re so wet, and we haven’t even gotten started with the night yet,” he crooned.

  Hadn’t we?

  He pushed me away from him and I was helpless but to fall since my hands were still bound. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, which was now higher than it had been, and pulled and pushed my legs until they rested on my shoulders. “This is going to be amazing, Pet.” He warned as he once again penetrated and filled me. His thumb pushed at my lips until I accepted it and sucked on it as he fucked my pussy.

  I moaned and whimpered as I continued to suck on his thumb, but then I felt another sensation, a vibration that ripped through me and it had little to do with the nipple clamps attached to my nipples. I felt it pressing against my ass and then I tightened as a new fullness took root inside of me.

  “I may not need toys, but I love the look in those eyes when you think I’m using them to ready this sweet tight hole for me,” he smirked, as I moved my head from side to side, unable to dislodge his thumb, his cock, or his magic from my body. I exploded so violently that tears fell from my eyes and I shook uncontrollably.

  “There it is…Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come for me,” he said as his body tightened; he moved faster as he used my body. I felt his release, and was almost relieved that I hadn’t begged for mercy, but even as I thought it, I felt him already growing hard again. “I will never get enough of this; not with you, Pet. You’re my perfect match.”

  Chapter Seven

  It had been less than a week since Ryder had taken me in his dream, and I was beginning to think he would never broach the subject of my parentage again. Life seemed to move in a whirlwind around us, and I’d been having more Braxton Hicks contractions or pre-labor pains as the time grew nearer for delivery.

  I was in the now half-empty pavilion, sitting in a sun room with Darynda. She was silent as if she’d been lost in her own mind, which I had feeling was on Zahruk. They’d been tense around one another, and it was getting harder not to meddle in their business with each passing day. I knew he’d taken up a spot just outside one of the sets of doors that led into the sunroom to give us a sense of privacy.

  I kept reminding myself that she’d bring up her problems when she was ready. I wasn’t the best person for giving advice, either, considering my own precarious relationship right now. I had just closed my eyes as I stretched out on the exquisite softness of the chair when I heard Darynda say she’d be right back.

  I was really glad for the grapes Darynda had found for me to indulge in. Along with the privacy, I actually felt Human for a few moments.

  I was staring absently at my tummy that was concealed nicely by the pretty, white sun dress, that Darynda had glamoured for me this morning, when I heard Ryder clear his throat. I looked up and found him looking over at me. His eyes were cold; his body seemed tense as he watched me.

  He stood for a brief moment before he turned and walked away as if he didn’t know I had seen him. I sat up and looked after him, wondering why he was in the pavilion, since he usually didn’t want to talk to me until he was sure we were safe from outsiders. Had he changed his mind and decided to seek out another to feed from? Would he go back on his word, or was this a game?

  I stood up and looked back towards where Zahruk had stationed himself outside of one of the sets of doors and then back at Ryder and set out following in the direction which he’d taken. I exited the sunroom and stood in the corridor, looking one way and then the other, and took in the sight of Ryder taking Claire in his arms. His eyes looked back at me over her fabulous hair. I watched in horror as his hand curved around her back as he pulled her closer to his body, and kissed her right in front of me.

  I moved forward, pissed that he’d be so cruel, but as I moved, so did the two of them as they saw me coming. Someone was having crispy, Kentucky Fried Fairy tonight! I watched them turn a corner at the end of the hall, and as I rounded it, someone grabbed me from behind and as I looked, I could only see Claire, who was directly in front of me. She smiled coldly as she brought up both hands and shoved something through my shoulder, which I felt pop out the other side painfully.

  I screamed and gasped for air as Ryder looked down, his lips curved cruelly as he and Claire both watched me. I couldn’t speak, my only fear for my unborn infants as I looked down to see a God bolt lodged in my shoulders. Ryder raised a second bolt and impaled my other shoulder, as I shrieked in pain.

  These types of bolts had been designed to weaken or immobilize a God. Bolts which I had the horror of being pinned with once before—when I’d watched Larissa being murdered in front of my eyes.

  “Good work, my lovely,” Ryder whispered lovingly to Claire. “Now go back before they notice you missing. We still need you inside; alert us if he finds anything amiss with her leaving. Remember the plan, and you will be rewarded richly,” Ryder said as I watched his face, and then his hand weaved in an intricate design, and a portal was opened.

  He reached down, roughly grabbed my useless limbs, and pulled me up into his arms. He whispered a few words as his fingers began to glow; he reached for the necklace Ryder had given me, and removed it effortlessly from my neck. His features shimmered, and his eyes faded from cold, golden eyes to a lifeless dull shade of blue. His shoulder length hair was a light blonde, and he didn’t have brands, which made me wonder what kind of Fae he was. I felt a familiar pain shoot down my spine and ripple around my abdomen as a contraction ripped through me.

  I tried the mental path I’d shared with Ryder, and found it gone. It was Joseph all over again. I felt myself start to panic, but reminded myself that it wouldn’t help me or the babes. Danu would feel my distress; she had to. Ryder would realize I was gone and he’d come for us.

  I slowed my breathing as I was picked up and carried through the portal. Faolán was waiting for me on the other side.

  “Hello, sister.” He smiled evilly. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, bitch?”

  I glared at him as another pain tightened my stomach. I tried to show no fear, but the man behind me pulled me back up from where I’d hunched down. He held me tightly against his frame, and Faolán produced a knife, and he ran the dull edge over my swollen stomach.

  We were in what looked to be an abandoned temple, in a deep, dark crypt which was almost completely empty, other than a few stone slabs and candles, which sat on dingy, decrepit shelves that were placed high in the walls.

  “My friends will be pleased now that we hold the King’s brats along with his whore in our grasp. You see; I knew going in as we did at his coronation was not worth trying again, but by taking you, we’ve now gained the upper hand. He’ll come for you, and when
he does, we will kill him, and the rest will fall behind him,” Faolán spat; a little spittle hit my face as he grew excited.

  Obviously, he hadn’t figured out who my mother was, or that Ryder could only be killed by his own heir. I winced as he continued to push the dull edge of the blade over my abdomen. Fear was playing hell on my mind, but I refused to allow it in, to seep into my soul.

  The pain in my shoulders was to the point of unbearable, and he wouldn’t cut me open—not yet. Or so I hoped. I kept trying to make my mouth work, but nothing would come out. I was going to incinerate Claire as soon as I got free, and I knew I wouldn’t waste any time about doing it.

  “Hmmm, nothing to say? Nothing sharp and witty?” he taunted as he brought the knife up and ran it over my cheek, poising it beneath my eye. I refused to blink or show a lick of fear as he did so.

  His other hand worried me more, because it was slowly tracing down my belly to what the sundress barely hid. “I wonder if you’d like it as your whore of a guardian did; would you beg me to fuck you more, sister? Maybe harder, as she did?”

  I felt nausea pushing to come up. He was sick, twisted and so fucking dead. His fingers pushed past my panties and I did it. I threw up on him.

  “Fucking bitch!” he growled as he dropped the knife and used his magic to slam my face as if I was being slapped and hit repeatedly. I felt pain but I took it. I could handle it, as long as he didn’t punch my stomach, or harm the babes. He dropped me to the floor and pulled off his shirt and started removing his pants; he wasn’t using magic, which told me he wanted me to beg him, he wanted me to know what was coming without the quickness of using magic; he was taunting me. “Let’s see how you handle a real King,” he snapped.