I stopped and lifted my head to meet his eyes. This is where we'd come after the Wild Hunt. This was where he'd taken me for endless hours, only to take me back to the mansion as a traitor. I wanted him even then. We'd come in a full circle, because my mind had brought me to him, here.

"Why did you come, Ryder? If it's to take me back to keep me locked in a room, you can leave now. I understand the anger, but I refuse to be the kind of girl who allows a man to cage her. I cannot and will not be caged."

"You actually think some Goddess could make me want you? Or you, for that matter? Synthia, you're the strongest woman I've ever known. No one made us feel this way. Maybe in the beginning but love isn't lust. I know you love me. I know that I feel this connection to you that I've never felt for anyone else. I don't love, but I care for you, I do. You're the mother of my children and for the first time in Fae history, the Horde King has released his own concubines willingly for one woman. No Goddess made me feel those things or do what I have done. You made me feel the need to be a better person. You, Synthia, you made me want to be a better man."

"You don't get it," I whispered. "I was created; every detail of my entire life was planned. Right down to me having your child; how should I feel? Knowing that meeting you was even in her plans. She set me and you on a crash course, and this is where it was supposed to lead us."

"And it's not where you want to be," he said guardedly.

"No," I whispered but thought about it for a moment. "I want to be with you. I want to be in Faery, but I want it to be our choice. I want us to decide our destiny, not Danu or Bile. I need you, Ryder. It may sound stupid to you, but I need to feel needed and loved. I'm having your children and I don't even know where I stand in your world. The only thing I know is that I stand where I was created to stand which is by your side and for me, that's not good enough. I need you to want me there because you actually want it to be so, not because it was meant to be. I need it to be your choice, and not the one you make because you feel what they wanted you to."

"You stand with me," he said as he pulled me against him and kissed the top of my head. "I wasn't raised to love anything. Not even my people. I can't promise you love, but I can promise that I will stand beside you forever, and I can promise you that it is by my choice and no one else's."

I closed my eyes and pulled away from his body. "It's not enough."

"That's too bad, because you're coming back with me," he said before he slipped a necklace over my head. It was the same necklace, or one just like the one he'd placed on me as he laid me across his Lamborghini on that day not so long ago when I'd first met him.

"Ryder..." I warned, remembering what I'd said after the last time I had gotten free of one of his necklaces.

"You did say that if I ever put another trinket around your neck that it better be because it carries my mark," he said softly. "This is me publically marking you as mine."

"And if I asked you to allow me to go to the Blood Kingdom?" I asked, because I'd thought of what I needed to tell Madisyn; she deserved to know what had happened.

"I forbid it, for now. You're pregnant and the Mages are aiming for you, not me. They were let inside my home to get to you. You're my weakness, and I need you to be safe so I can focus on eliminating the threat against us. I need to know that the children we created together are safe."

"Can we stay here for a little while?" I asked and watched as his jaw ticked, as if he thought I might be planning my grand escape. "I've been patient, and have remained locked in the castle for over a month, Ryder. I just want to stand here, with you."

"With me?" he asked carefully.

"Is that so crazy?"

"I could strip you bare, and take you in the water," he replied hoarsely. His eyes shone with lust as they raked over my body hungrily.

"You could...but you'd have to let your guard down to do it," I said, already knowing he'd never drop his guard, not when we were exposed and in the open. I didn't blame him, not with our children's lives on the line.

He held his hand out and the moment I placed my hand in it, he sifted us home. Zahruk, Asrian, and Dristan entered the small space as seconds ticked by, and I knew without having to ask that they too had been out searching for me.

"You're an asshole," I whispered and pulled away.

I moved away from him as he released his hold. Eliran was there, waiting for me with the stupid machines. I didn't need instructions. I'd had to do this a million times. I climbed up on the table, uncaring of the others that were in the room as I lifted my dress to give everyone an eyeful of my stomach and silk panties. Asrian pushed his coppery hair out of the way to disguise the nonchalant peek he was trying to get of me.

"Cover her," Ryder snapped at Eliran. His eyes bored into mine.

"No," I said as I felt like a piece of meat. I wasn't embarrassed over them seeing my panties. I mean come on; they covered more than a lot of swimsuits I'd seen at the Guild.

I felt my panties growing as Ryder glamoured on a set of boy-cut panties. The men had given us their backs, and poor Eliran stood still, unsure of what he should do. Eventually, he moved into action, placing the gel in a heaping blob on my stomach, and then using the Doppler to search out the heartbeats.

I waited, and waited...and then panic set in. "Eliran?" I asked through trembling lips.

"I don't know," I he said as he continued to search for them.

I turned and looked at the screen, straining to see what was wrong. I could see them moving, but the usual loud sound of their hearts was silent. I felt an array of emotions, one being guilt that I'd fought the Mages, and used magic. Had I hurt them? Had I done something wrong?

"Eliran," Ryder said barely audible and I realized he like me, was holding his breath trying not to freak the Fairy fuck out!

"I can see them moving, but it's almost like they are blocking us," he said.

"How's that possible?" Ryder asked.

"Ryder, as of right now you're looking at twins. I have no answer for why anything is happening with these two. But they seem to be blocking us, or doing something to prevent us from seeing them completely. Here, let me try something," he said as he poked one side of my stomach, and held the Doppler on the other.

"Are they okay?" I asked as I stared at the machine's image, which looked more like aliens than babies. Eliran pointed to something on the screen, and Ryder smiled and my breath caught in my throat.

"Sons," Ryder said breathlessly. "We're having boys."

"But-" I paused. His eyes looked down at me, and for the briefest moment, I caught regret in his eyes.

"There's no but, Synthia. You're going to give me sons, just as Ristan has foreseen. I claimed you from your father, the Blood King. I had hoped for a daughter, but sons are a great start for our family. We will try again when you are willing for daughters."

I closed my eyes and rested my head against the soft pillow, and smiled. Sons...We were having boys.

Chapter Six.

I didn't want to fight with Ryder anymore today. We were at odds, but I was willing to keep trying and he'd seemed a little happier after learning that we would be having boys and they still looked healthy and safe. I'd waited up for him, knowing he would be busy with checking the wards and what not, but I still needed to talk to him and really explain my side of things.

I'd dressed in a silk nightgown that was a soft color of blue. Was I hopeful that he'd come in? Yes. I'd expended a lot of energy using magic today; I also needed him to say everything was okay between the two of us. I had just finished dressing and preparing for bed when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. I held my breath, hoping it would be him.

I didn't have long to wait until he slammed the door to the room open and strolled in with a sinfully delicious look in his very black eyes. He smiled wickedly at me as he prowled closer, his eyes filled with lust as his lips twisted into a seductive grin. He was ominous, and with his entry, he'd managed to catch me off guard.

"Ryder," I whispered, wondering if he was still upset from discovering what I was. But he seemed to have dropped it, like he didn't want to talk about it for now.

"I want you," he said crisply, his bottom lip was sucked between his teeth as he continued to slowly stalk me. I got off the bed on the other side and slowly stepped backwards. "If you run, I will find you. I'll always find you, Synthia. That's not a threat, it's a promise."

"Ryder..." Ryder what? He was scaring me, and I hated that he could do it. I hated any weakness for him.

He released his lip from between his teeth and the door to the room slammed shut, making me jump as my back hit the wall. "I was informed today, by a Demon; that my little pet hasn't been happy in my rather soft, but gentle fucking of her succulent body. I'm about to change that."

"He...did what!?" I was pissed that Ristan would tell him about our private talks, because they were private! I was going to murder him!

"Ristan mentioned to me that you felt neglected, and missed me being myself with you-in the bedroom. I plan to remedy it, with these," he held up two delicate necklaces with a small matching medallions dangling from them. "They are dream medallions. As you know, I can reach you in the dream realm anytime I wish. Ristan gave me these yesterday, and he said that you will be able to feed if you are wearing the medallion while we are playing in the dream realm and you certainly won't feel like I am being too gentle with you. I promise to make it hurt, so that you'll be reminded tomorrow of who owned this sweet body all night long." He draped it around my neck and slid the other around his own.

I glared at him. "Sex isn't the problem. I know you love making me your pretty freaky little sex slave." I looked down at the golden medallion's dainty imprint of Caer Ibormeith, the Celtic Goddess of dreams on one side, and a beautiful swan on the other.

"Is that what you are? Because I thought you were my dirty little plaything. One who screams my name so loudly while I'm driving my cock into you, that the Humans can hear us going at it in their own realm."

"Ryder," I whispered, and gave in to the need for his body. He was already stripping from his clothes; his body was my paradise. My escape from reality...

He was my beast.

I liked that he used his hands to undress instead of glamour. It was sexier, and with each angry jerk of his hand, I became more aroused and he knew it. "Fairy, unless you want me to clobber you over the head and ride you this very second, I'd start this magic carpet ride," I whispered huskily as he continued to undress.

I had a huge weakness, and it was this man, naked. He was right; one minute I was Synthia, and the next I was his dirty little plaything. One who would do anything he said just to feel him inside of me. His smile was lopsided, but still devious as he stripped himself naked before my eyes.

I started to remove my nightgown, but hesitated as that damn insecurity came rushing back. It wasn't until I turned away from him and his hands caressed my swollen tummy that I let out the breath I'd been holding.

"You're beautiful, even more so with my babes growing inside of you, Pet. No woman has ever looked more beautiful to me than you do right now. You're going to give me brave, strong sons."

I felt a tear slip from my eye as I turned to face him. "I'm the size of a freaking house," I said through the tightness which had formed in my throat.

"You're carrying twins, my twins, and I like this bump. I like the sight of you carrying my children in this beautiful body," he whispered huskily as he placed both of his palms on my swollen midsection, just in time for the babes to kick him. "They can feel me," he replied with sincerity. "I already feel them linking us together. We're a family, and nothing and nobody will change that."

Tears fell openly as his words vibrated against the soft column of my neck. His hands lifted the nightgown over my head and I stood in front of him, bared. Only a skimpy pair of silk undies remained.

He pushed me towards the bed and we both crawled in. His arms wrapped around me protectively and held me as his hot breath fanned against my cheek. "I hope you are up for what I've planned to do to you. I've craved so many dirty things, and the desire to do them to you has been overwhelming, but I was afraid of hurting you or the babes with my needs. I'm not going to be gentle." His voice was raspy, which sent a new wave of desire flooding through my body with a wave of heat that made me moan at the promise of sex that dripped from his tone. "I can fuck you gently right now, but I don't want it to be gentle any more than you want it to be, I want to pound inside this pretty flesh like a crazed beast, and I want you to beg me for mercy. I want you to know and feel the fine line between pleasure and pain, and scream from how much you enjoy it. I want these walls you've erected to crumble, and to watch as you unravel with my touch."

"Is that so?" I asked as I reached behind my ass, which was currently where his erection was positioned.

"It's exactly so, just as I told you. I want to have you in the worst way, and make it last forever," he growled as he turned me over and looked down at me. I moaned as his hand lifted up my breast to his mouth to suckle on my tender nipple, and felt my arousal take root deep inside as his words filtered through me. His eyes glittered with a mixture of obsidian and gold. Flecks of his beast shone brightly from within them. "I'm going to make you scream and beg for mercy, but I'll have none. Not for tonight. Tonight you are going to beg me for every release I give you."

"You sure you can handle it?" I was taunting him, because yes, I wanted both him and his beast tonight.

"I guess you'll have to wait and see, now won't you? Now close your eyes. We have to be asleep for this to work," he growled, the sound coming from deep in his chest.

I fell asleep rather quickly and knew he must have cast the same sleeping spell he'd used on me once before, only this time I didn't mind it at all. I smiled as my lids grew heavy, and I accepted his darkness, welcoming the whisper of promises as he growled them against my ear while sleep claimed me.

I woke into the dream realm wearing black stockings and a matching lace garter. He'd dreamt me into the dream world basically naked. He'd left my most vulnerable areas exposed for whatever seductive torture he had planned. My hands flew to my flattened stomach with an overabundance of panic, but then Ryder was there.

"It's a dream, only a dream," he assured me as he melted back into the shadows, leaving only his golden eyes visible to me. "Lie on the bed, and spread your legs apart for me," he ordered.

I rubbed my hands over the flatness again and lifted my eyes to where he was standing in the shadows. "Why are you in the dark?" I whispered the question as I took in the room. There was a large bed, with a thick metal frame, but no chains as I'd grown accustomed to with Ryder. The only bedding was a few thin, scarlet red sheets. For once not a single pillow could be seen, and what little light the room held came from a single candle which burned dimly at the far end of the room.

"I said lie down-or do you wish for me to punish you?" he growled deeply.

"As you wish," I said with a bemused smirk as I headed to the bed and lay on my back in the middle of it.

"Spread your legs; show me what belongs to me," he continued as he stepped a little closer, still remaining hidden in the dark shadows of the room. I did as he asked, already feeling the growing heat which started in my limbs and traveled to my pussy. "Have you touched yourself today?" he asked.

"No," I whispered through lust that was making my tongue heavier than normal.

"Good girl," he replied. "Now do it and let me watch you," he continued.

I enjoyed the hiss that left his lips as I allowed my legs to drop open for his eyes alone, and slowly, seductively trailed my fingers over my hardened nipples and down my taut belly, until my fingers found my clit and worked it in a circular pattern.

My cheeks heated as I felt his eyes on me there. Even after all of this time, it always felt like it was our first time together.

"Finger that sweet flesh, and get it wet so I can clean up the mess you make," he ordered, and I obliged. I moaned as my fingers found the entrance already wet for him, and pushed one deep inside. "More, put another one in and imagine it's my cock, fucking your sweet flesh," he continued as he moved closer. I gasped; the beast took over as he strode out of the shadows, wings and all. He was ethereal; his beauty was dangerous and deadly. The air sizzled and popped with his immense power as he continued to grow while I watched his transformation.

"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.