Fighting Destiny

by Amelia Hutchins

  Why did I feel so much excitement when I was supposed hate his kind? His hand came up as he wrapped it around my back and brought us together, placing his lips on my neck. I blushed as I realized he could feel the hard pebbles my nipples had become.

  “Is your pussy wet for me Syn? If you lie, I will punish you,” he growled thick with lust.

  I brought my eyes up as my hands went flush with the sinewy muscles of his naked chest and washboard abs, his touch warmed my body instantly. I bit my lip and considered what I should say. If I lied, he would abuse me and I might like it. If I told him the truth, he would know I was already weak with need for him. “Yes,” I whispered as I felt his lips as they curved into a wicked smile on my neck from where he was standing against me.

  I could feel the evidence that told me he was affected by me as well. My fingers curled with the need to grab and stroke the silken shaft that was poking against me. He’s considerable in size.

  “I could fuck you right now, right here and you would let me wouldn’t you.”

  “Ryder,” I growled needing him to do as he said right now.

  “You want it now, want me to take you. You want me to spread you apart and shove my cock deep inside of this sweet wet pussy. Don’t you Pet?” His voice was hoarse, rough with need.

  I would have let him do anything to me at this point. He didn’t need me to answer his question. I couldn’t if I tried, his fingers were stroking and touching my skin, along with his tongue caressing my neck, and it was too much. I could feel the storm building, close to the surface with his touch, the fire kindling, igniting and burning out of control—for him.

  “Get on the bed and face me Pet. I want to see you.”

  I stepped closer to the bed, and hesitated as my stomach swirled with nerves. This was it, no going back. If I did this, I’d never be me again. If I did this, there would be me before Ryder and after. No middle, he was the fucking Dark Prince! And right now, he wanted me. And even if it made me less, I wanted him. I sat down, deciding right then, that it would be worth it in the end.

  “I need to taste you, to part your sweet pussy and fuck you with my tongue until you fill my mouth with your sweet juices,” he growled before pulling away, his eyes wicked as he watched my body spasm from just his words.

  My knees grew weak as my body leaned closer to him. He watched me as his hand explored my sex leisurely. His words left my head spinning. My mouth watered with the image he had set, I hated myself for it because I wanted him.

  He raised his head and the dangerous intensity in his eyes, the raw need he had for me almost dropped me to my knees. “I choose when you come tonight Syn. I can smell your pussy, you’re close to coming and I haven’t even begun to start with you,” Ryder growled huskily where his mouth hovered next to my ear.

  “I need to come Ryder,” I replied with a layer of gravel in my voice.

  I closed my eyes briefly, fighting to regain my mind. It’s a red haze of need, need for the Fae whose words are taunting me.

  Those dangerous amber eyes met and held mine captive. I’m so fucked. I will never be the same girl I was before I chose to walk into the party with him tonight. I turn away, afraid of the desire I read in those eyes. Afraid of what I feel for him.

  The feeling of being watched makes me bold as heat ignites in my nether regain with the thought of what is to come. I lay my head on the softest pillow and turned in time to watch Ryder.

  He stalked me from the edge of the bed, knowing I am already his. His eyes feasting on my naked flesh.

  “Spread your pussy for me,” he whispered thickly.

  My hands lowered to my flesh and I hesitated briefly, shaking with the urgency to please him, which shouldn’t be there. I’ve never allowed another to watch me touched myself. The act was sensual and private, intimate. In the end the urgency won and I allowed myself to do as he asked and part my flesh for his greedy eyes.

  I watched as his nostrils flared, I’d long suspected he could smell my need, but I’d refused to believe it. His eyes started to glow with lust, plain and simple. My eyes lowered to his cock and I groaned. He’s hugely endowed and fear of it licks inside my sex starved mind making it work against me.

  He is bigger than anything I have known or tried before. His lips turned up creating a wickedly sinful grin. “Touch yourself for me Synthia,” he growled as his hand slid down to cup his sex.

  “I want to hear your noises, make yourself wet.” The heat in his timbre excited and ignited the flame inside my inner vixen, she raised her head and smiled wickedly.

  The harsh intake of breath that erupted from him as I smoothed my hands over my breasts excited me and I watched him as he moves closer and watched. When I raised my eyes to meet his I was amazed at the raw need I seen in them, my skin grew taut under his greedy gaze.

  I caressed my naked flesh, as I watched as flames leapt inside his eyes. He watched me for several more minutes while he did the same to his cock.

  “Get on your knees on the bed and face me,” he growled hungrily.

  I did it, bending over seductively, allowing the seductress inside of me to splay her hips and ass for him, as he had ordered me to. When I faced him again, he stepped closer, his hand stroking his shaft. His eyes landed on my lips.

  I didn’t need a guide to know what he wanted from me, I’d done this before and most of it was instinct and the need to please your lover. My smaller hand replaced his, as I looked up to see if it was what he had intended for me to do. His eyes searched mine intently. I lowered my mouth and opened it, using my tongue as I flicked his engorged mushroom cap. I wouldn’t be able to take him completely—but I was damn well willing to try.

  The hiss that broke from his lips was all the encouragement I needed. I kissed him and licked around his flesh, curving my tongue around his silken length. He was too big, my tongue still molded to the sensitive side of his hugely thick cock, enjoying the feeling of his heart beating inside my mouth.

  My hand tightened around him. Jerking him off slowly as I fed my mouth more of him until I felt it pushing against the back of my throat.

  “Your mouth is so fucking hot Syn. Fuck, you drive me crazy. Look at me, I want to see your eyes as you fuck me with your mouth,” he growled fisting his hand in my damp hair. He pushed himself further in and began to move inside my eager mouth. He fucked my mouth with his cock as his eyes seared into mine.

  My teeth scraped against his soft sensitive skin, gently but firmly enough that he growled. His legs strained to keep himself upright. I smiled around his cock seeing the muscles tense as he pushed in again and again, the saltiness of his precome igniting the fire inside of me.

  He pulled out leaving only the head entombed inside of my mouth. His eyes locked with mine in a silent battle of wills before he pulled out completely and used my hair to push me back onto the bed effortlessly. Forcefully, in a show of dominance. He was showing me that he was in control.

  “My turn,” he said dropping to his knees and gripping my hips as he pulled me to the edge of the bed where he had kneeled. I moved my body, sitting up until I was perched on my elbows in an upright position so I could watch him.

  His eyes still locked with mine as he reached up and gripped my hips. He lowered his eyes to what lay bared to him and grinned devilishly. His hands moved slowly as he spread my legs even further, until he had full access to my soaking slit. I was wet—for him.

  There was no hiding the evidence of my desire from him with my sleek wet heat bared to his greedy eyes. I watched him lower his mouth closer without touching it, without giving me what I needed. “Ryder—”

  I almost screamed as his tongue came out and licked the sensitive bud softly, yet firmly enough to make my body shake from it. I dropped my head as he caressed it sensually. He growled as if he was angry, but his voice when it broke through the haze wasn’t angry—it was seductive.

  “Look at me, open your eyes and watch me fuck you with my mouth Syn.”

  Shivers erupted over
my skin as I forced my head to stop swaying and come back up to meet his hungry eyes. The moment I did he parted me and licked the soft slit slowly, methodically. Watching him as his tongue stroked my most sensitive parts was highly erotic. I moaned as he continued, his eyes taking in every emotion I experienced from his touch.

  My head felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds and eventually it rolled back once more, he growled as we lost eye contact again. He stood making me cry out at the loss of the heat his mouth had created on my flesh. I watched as he stood and leaned over me, his cock warning me with what was to come as he stretched up and grabbed the pillows easily with his tall frame.

  His brands pulsed and moved with a life of their own. I moaned as I imagined how it would be to finally give in to the urge to trace them with my tongue, to see how he tasted. He pulled on my hips, adjusting them until I was perched with my ass on the pillow and exposed to him.

  “Break eye contact and I stop, everything stops. I want to see you as I fuck you Syn.” He warned heatedly.

  “I need release. I need you to make me come Ryder—now.” I begged.

  “Not until I tell you to come Syn, in this place I am your master and you come when I fucking allow it. Your pussy gets rewarded when you please me, do you understand, or do I need to teach you how to serve me?”

  I moaned, but I managed a nod of agreement.

  Twenty four hours of this? I’d die, but what a glorious freaking way to go.

  He sunk between my thighs once more and I willingly opened for him, exposing myself to him as he demanded. My legs trembled from the need for him to continue his ministrations to my core. I watched as he placed soft kisses to my thighs as his mouth got closer to where I urgently needed him to be. My hands came up and gripped his hair, but his own hand came down stopping mine and removed them easily, as he held them down on my own stomach.

  I felt his fingers as he trailed his free hand down my stomach to my sleek core, touching, feeling and exploring every inch with a leisure I wasn’t feeling. “Ryder,” I growled and shivered as his husky laughter sounded from between my thighs.

  “What’s wrong little Pet, you want to come don’t you? You want me, a Fae to fuck you hard and fast, don’t you? And I will Synthia, I plan to fuck you until you’re sore from it, until your pussy is swollen and tender and then I will fuck you again. By the time I am done with you, you will be ruined for every other fucking man in this world and the next. Tomorrow when you walk, if you can walk, it will remind you that I was I inside of you, that I fucked you until you couldn’t remember your own fucking name. And that you allowed a Fae inside your body and lived.”

  My womb constricted, my pussy tightened and juices flowed that shouldn’t have come from his wicked words. He’d just slapped me with what and who he was and I couldn’t have cared less, so long as he made good on his words. I cried out as his mouth hovered, his tongue lapping at the juices his heated words had created. Fear flickered in my eyes, as I considered his words.

  He was killing me slowly, my body was so hot and on fire, so ready to explode and he knew it. He was taking his time, driving me past the brink of irrationality. I cried out as his finger slowly entered me, his eyes low and filled with intensity as he fed me them.

  “You so fucking tight Syn, you want more don’t you? You want to ride my fingers until your pussy comes all over them,” his voice was strained.

  I cried out as yet another finger entered me, filling me. He pulled them out to the tips and rammed them back in several times before his mouth descended on my clitoris sucking it in and releasing it in perfect rhythm with his fingers. I was so fucking close, my body was straining, flushed with moisture from the need to find release.

  I felt my body cresting the glorious peek, but just when I thought I would detonate from it, he stilled all motion of his hand and mouth, thwarting me from coming. My muscles tightened around them milking them for more but he refused to allow me to come.

  “Ryder, please,” I pleaded, needing to go over, needing to crest that magnificent precipice and ride its waves.

  “Not yet, don’t even think about it. I’ll tell when you can come Pet.”

  His mouth lowered, his hot breath fanning my core before his tongue flicked against the soft sensitive nub. He put another finger inside of me this time and the fullness was overwhelming, painful and pleasurable as he slowly, meticulously pushed them in the tightness. Preparing me for his massive size, without this he’d tear me apart and we both knew it, but knowing didn’t make my body agree with it, this was fucking torture.

  “You’re too tight. I want to put my cock in you so fucking bad Syn. I want to drive it in until you scream my name. Do you want it Witch? Do you want this Fae cock fucking your tight pussy until it comes for me?” He growled as I nodded eagerly, uncaring if he was Fae. “Say it, tell me you want me to fuck you, say my fucking name Syn,” His eyes captured mine.

  “Ryder, I need you…” I moaned it, unable to make my mouth work correctly as he drove his long fingers inside of me, as his mouth sat inches from the sensitive spot that would make my release instantaneous if he allowed it.

  “Tell me to fuck you Syn, tell me to fuck your tight pussy.”

  “I want you to fuck me Ryder, fuck my tight pussy. Make me come,” I screamed as my body quivered with the need to release, my muscles sucked greedily of his fingers pulling them even further into my core.

  “Such a contrast to your normally cool façade, your body wants me Synthia. Even as you struggle against what your mind is telling you. You want my fucking cock, you want it buried inside of your tight body and right now you’d do anything I asked you to do, just to be fucked by this hard cock. Wouldn’t you?” He growled and my body responded violently clenching against the pain and pleasure his fingers were creating deep inside of me.

  “Yes!” I screamed needing his touch more than I needed my fucking pride.

  He lowered his mouth, hovering even closer than he had been, his eyes locked with mine as he pulled and pushed his thick fingers inside more, as he prepared me for his splendid cock. “Not yet Synthia,” he warned his voice filled with gravel.

  I pushed against his fingers, raising my hips to take even more of him and give him more access, more depth inside of my tight confines. He opened his mouth watching as my eyes grew lowered with desire, he was going to allow me to finally find release from the need that he’d created and nothing else mattered.

  His hand that had been holding mine to my stomach was removed, allowing me to grab his hair the second he released them, his lips hovered rubbing over my clit softly—I didn’t want soft. I needed fast and hurried, I needed to come, needed my release. Now. “Ryder, now please, I need it now.” I cried feeling it as it started to build. My hips rocked trying to force his mouth down to where I needed it.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, “Come for me,” he smiled and dropped his head to my soaking core.

  He drove his fingers deep inside at the perfect tempo with his mouth, sending me instantly over the cliff he’d been holding me on. My body trembled violently as sweat broke out on the back of my neck, small goose bumps flooding over my skin as my nipples hardened even more if it was possible.

  This was why women flocked to the Fae, for this.

  I was still coming back down to earth when I felt him pushing against my entrance with something hard and silken. I cried out as he entered me roughly, swiftly, his magnificent cock tearing me apart as he entered using my own release to slide himself inside of me easily. Or it should have been.

  He was too big. Pain tore through me instantly, my body tightened against him, trying to expel him from my body. I scratched his sides as I tried to fight against my own pain until I saw his stamped on his beautiful face. He was staring down at me while holding perfectly still as if it was hurting him as much as it was currently scaring and hurting me.

  “It hurts,” I cried feeling a single tear slide down my face and land on my breast where I was still propped up.
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  “Try not to move Syn, the pain should lessen in a moment. I didn’t expect you to be this tight. I knew it would be a tight fit, but you fit me like a fucking glove and it’s been too long since you have allowed someone else inside of you.”

  That was easier said than done since I felt an overwhelming need to move with him inside of me. His hand came down holding my stomach still as he ground his teeth in pain. “You so fucking bloody tight Pet. Your pussy is stretching for me, adapting to the size. Your pussy is growing wet to give me more access. Can you feel my cock pulsing inside of you, wanting to move, to fuck your tight wet pussy?”

  My muscles released slightly and it was only then that I realized he wasn’t even half way inside of me yet. “You won’t fit,” I whispered softly and then winced at his hoarse laugh.

  “You want me inside of you Syn and I want to be inside of you. You’re strong enough to take me. I’m past the point of no return. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to now. I need to be inside of you Synthia, right now. Relax, wrap your legs around my hips and tilt that pretty soft flesh up and let me show the difference between a boy and man fucking your sleek heat.”

  I considered saying no, but as he kissed away the tear, catching and trailing soft kisses back to its source, I gave in. It was such a gentle contradiction from the Dark Prince I knew. I rocked my hips, enjoying his grunt of pleasure as I did so. I wrapped my legs around his back with a little help from him and tilted my core giving him a better angle to feed me his cock.

  And he did, he pushed further inside with his soft words of encouragement driving all the pain away as he put inch after glorious inch deeper into my core, until I could feel him pushing against my womb with his cock.

  “Bloody hell woman, you were made for my cock,” he growled as he brought his lips down softly to press against mine, his kiss was hard and driven by his need. I met his pace giving him back everything I had. He started to move his hips slowly and I cried out from the fullness he was creating inside of me, his mouth catching and smothering it.