Blinking slowly, I creased my brow. “Destiny said that Spyder was with Kahleena for some time, it that correct? I swear, if she lied to me, I’ll carve her face with god bolts and make sure she feels every slice.”
Cade cursed, sliding his palm over his face. “It’s true that he went in to get Kahleena. Destiny wasn’t with us when they exited through. Kahleena was changed, and half-mad by the time she escaped the mansion with Spyder. They’d both changed. As if the mansion had altered their minds, and how they functioned or some shit? I don’t know. It wasn’t like they’d been gone an excessively long amount of time. In fact, only three years had passed, but he looked way different when he exited that place. Wild, with savagery and madness burning in his eyes . . . fucking hell, it made me almost shit myself. He had shadows leaking from his eyes and from his mouth when he spoke.” I felt my forehead creasing at his admission of only three years. How many years had it been for them? How many of those years had Kahleena been in trouble within the mansion without having known it?
“She’d gone mad,” Cade said. “She spoke, sure, but nothing she said made any sense. It was just gibberish. Once Spyder got himself under control, he explained that it wasn’t nonsense. She was just speaking in some strange, or dead language. Apparently, she’d picked up a few of them while she’d been inside.”
“Did he say how long he thought that was?” Ryder inquired, squeezing me tighter.
Cade rubbed the back of his neck and glanced to his brother before admitting, “By his estimation, she was probably inside the dimension for close to one thousand years, maybe longer.”
I chanced a peek at Ryder to gauge his response, only to find him doing the same to me. Swallowing the choice of cuss words I’d wanted to spit out, I opened my mouth, and then snapped it closed.
“Fuck,” Ryder whispered, dragging his hand over his face.
“Spyder has some explaining to do.” I rose, but Ryder placed a hand on my leg. “We need to ask if he can make sense of some of the stuff in those notebooks. I need to know what she meant by them.”
“No.” He shook his head before raking his fingers through his hair. “It’s late, and tomorrow is the winter celebration. We can’t afford to show weakness, and I doubt that whatever Spyder has to tell us will allow us to proceed in such a manner. Once we’ve conducted the lighting of the candles and hung the wreath, we’ll speak to Spyder in the war room.”
“He’s right,” Zander concurred, and then he startled when he realized his brother was no longer sleeping soundly in his arms. “That’s fucking freaky. Did we do that shit?”
I smirked at finding Dristan in his father’s arms. “Yes, and it wasn’t easy keeping you slippery suckers in your nursery. On stormy nights, all three of you would vanish from your nursery and hide in our bed between your father and me. But your father is right, it is late, and we could all use some sleep before tomorrow,” I murmured, standing to kiss their foreheads, uncaring if they found it awkward. I’d missed most of their lives, and I’d be damned if I didn’t cherish every moment with them. “Come, Fairy. Your queen wishes for you to hold her. So put your prince into his bassinet and come to bed.”
Chapter Twenty
Crackling music of wood burning, and the wind outside made me squint to figure out why my body was ablaze with need. I felt the pulsing between my thighs as they clenched, and then sultry laughter sounded at the end of the fiery trail being carved over my flesh.
Ryder’s lips against my throat roused me, but I pushed him away letting the dreamless sleep grip me once more. His murmur of amusement was raspy. The feel of his lips raining kisses over the back and side of my neck forced my body awake with his heated mouth.
I panted loudly as fingers slid through my apex and plunged into my pussy, sparking a red-hot wave of fiery lust and need. A quiet, sultry moan strengthened in my chest, drifting past my lips. I fluttered my eyelids, driving away the slumber I’d clung to.
“Your pussy’s drenched, and I’m battling the need to spread your thighs and feast on the arousal dripping with invitation, beautiful girl.” His remarks oozed with sinful promise, which provoked a smile to stretch over my lips.
“Are you seeking permission?” I asked, turning my head, so I could look at him and found his eyes burning.
“No,” he rasped before he sifted above me and pinned my wrists to the mattress with a single hand. Once he was satisfied I wasn’t going to resist his hold, he growled his approval, snaking his free hand down my body and pushing a finger deep into me. “You’re such a messy, needy bitch, My Queen. I would prefer to neglect our obligations, and just enjoy you in this bed forever.”
“I’m not opposed to being your filthy, willing captive, but I think that we’d be missed if we never left this bed, My King. It’s quite a predicament, isn’t it? Do we linger in bed, screwing until neither of us can move or manage our kingdom?”
“Fuck the kingdom. Let them starve. My queen is insatiable, and I took an oath to never leave her wanting.” He smiled, lifting enough to free his thick cock from the restraints of his silk pants. Ryder teased the round tip against my sleek entrance before savagely thrusting into me
The exclamation of shock from being filled so thoroughly was eased by the sensual pace he rocked into my body with. Heated lips dropped, lingering over mine while he skillfully worked me toward the edge of a cliff. The bastard had a map to my soul, and every nerve ending was marked in red.
When he finally kissed me, it was rapacious and assertive. Ryder’s tongue drove against mine, tangling wildly as he produced a starved noise in his throat. My hips rolled, meeting the sensuous pace he’d set. Ryder was ever only easy when teasing me or taunting me with what we both needed. I smirked, crashing up to greet all his thick, delicious inches as my body contracted, quivered, and pulsed around him.
Ryder broke away from my lips and pushed onto his palms, so he could look to where our bodies connected. A strangled, raspy moan escaped his lips while he pulled out and then sank back into my heated depths he craved to ravish. His head remained bowed as he watched my body move against his. I felt our souls connecting on a deeper level, hearing the pleasure rushing through him as I pumped my hips, fucking him even though he’d quit moving.
“You’re so stunning.” His deep, lust-drenched voice sounded like sexuality in the truest form, soaked in the promise to captivate even the most righteous women. “That pussy is so fucking needy. Isn’t it? It’s grasping me so fucking tightly. I’m barely curbing the need to pound into you like a starving beast.”
“I have neither asked for your fucking mercy, nor do I need you to be gentle, Ryder.” I slid my hands free, shoving him over before straddling him. My hips rocked in a mesmerizing rhythm that had my abdomen clenching. The storm in his darkening eyes built, threatening to decimate me as it unleashed and crashed down on me in the form of a violent orgasm. “Fucking hell, you feel so amazing.” Lifting my body, I allowed him a glimpse before I slammed down, whimpering at how deliciously he stretched my pussy.
He pushed up, bringing me chest to chest with him, and slid his fingers through my hair, cradling my head while I devoured him. I drank in the taste of his lips before nipping the bottom one hard enough that the coppery tang of his blood exploded in my mouth. My tongue slipped between his lips, tangling with his while he drifted his hands down my sides in a feather-soft touch before his fingers bit into my hips, and he used my body to direct my pleasure.