Chapter 7 RESISTING

CHAPTER SEVEN

All of Ryan's fingers were touching my skin, sending a battering ram of need through my mind as his Fae magic pushed against my will. I wanted to beg him to stop, but if I did-he'd know how afraid I was, and I couldn't allow that. He placed his face closer to mine, making sure I could see him.

My lips quivered as his eyes turned to molten lava, golden as a mint-pressed bar in the National Reserve. His tongue snaked out to lick his lips before he lowered his head to mine. "Last chance to tell me."

I shook my head, my eyes lingering on his lips for a second too long before moving to look into his golden haze. He smelled divine; sandalwood mixed with Otherworld spices, illegal to Humans for their aphrodisiac properties; he must have been pushing the scent from his pores in succulent waves. Lips of the finest silk touched against my cheek, moving slowly over flesh until they lingered briefly over my own.

He took my breath away and fed it back to me slowly, just from his close proximity. His fingers moved, releasing the magical hold for mere seconds as he moved them down to the inside of my thighs. My breathing grew labored as his fingers met my delicate flesh, stroking and exploring. His eyes searched my face, watching every minuscule expression, every hiss I made from his touch.

His breath hinted of rum, and, against my better judgment, I wondered if he would taste it. I didn't have long to wait to figure it out as his mouth crushed against mine in a hard, demanding kiss. His fingers released my leg where they had been making small swirling patterns and slid up to hold my head back; one hand was buried deep in my hair, the other along my jawbone demanding I open to his kiss.

The kiss lasted only a few minutes, but in that time heat had flooded to my core, drenching my panties. My body shook from the need to release, just from his kiss. I moaned against his mouth; wanting, demanding more before my mind could grasp what I had done. A throaty purr vibrated through his chest as he pulled back, releasing my mouth but not his touch.

"You're wet for me already," he growled huskily.

His eyes were alight with his own need, filled with a million stars; as if the solar system lived inside their fiery depths. My own eyes felt glazed; my body was a mass of need. My lips quivered for his, my chest lifted for his fingers, needing him to grace them with his heated touch. I bit my lip to keep from begging as I struggled from his powers.

I could feel the burning on my neck from the brand, the tattoo trying to work, but failing. It wasn't working. I would be killing Titus when, or if, I got out of this alive. It should have been working against his seductive powers.

I played out why I was here and who was depending on me. Adam would have to kill me if I gave in, and he'd never recover from it. He'd end up as damaged as I was. I bit my lip harder, drawing blood to the surface. "More," I growled huskily, much to his delight and my utter horror.

"Unchain my saucy little sex pet, Ristan, please." Ryan's voice was filled with lust. His eyes were watching me feverishly, intensely. I watched him from beneath my lashes.

He was well-built. Muscles covered his torso, as well as tattoos. Smooth and bronzed, unscarred perfection. The tattoos, or brands as we called them, pulsated-proof he was pushing his magic into my mind, consuming my will to become his own. It was working. My body wanted him more than I had ever wanted any man before.

I felt a tug, first on my hands, and then the clanking of chains falling haphazardly to the floor met my ears. Adam's shouts now sounded as if they were coming from far away, but still there. I only needed Ryan. I needed him to fill me and take away the throbbing need between my thighs.

The chains on my feet were also removed, giving me free reign to sit up, but my body felt useless as if my bones were gone, and the muscles had been replaced with Jell-O. My mind fought to keep a hold on why I was there, but with Ryan so close, it was becoming impossible to remember even my own name.

Ryan released my face and moved to the end of the exam table, deftly lifting himself up and moving my legs around his hips as he did so. I groaned as he lifted my body, slowly, effortlessly, his hands placing my own over his shoulders as his slid gently down my back. I ground myself against him and enjoyed the deep rumble that ripped from his chest. I was on fire, and he was the cure.

The contact was too much, too fast. My mind went completely numb once more as his mouth found mine and devoured it hungrily. Sparks ignited inside me, a storm built to dangerous levels in my core. I was so close to reaching the precipice he had me standing on. I wanted to go over-needed to.

I melted into his kiss ardently, needing more of him inside of me. I was on fire, burning from the inside out. My panties clung, soaked, to my pussy. His hand on my back was pissing me off-I needed his fingers buried deep inside of me to stop the pain eating away at my mind. I growled with need, but instead of giving me what I wanted, he pulled back panting.

The look of surprise in his molten depths fed my inner vixen-he wanted me. I smiled with victory until something echoed inside of me; a warning I wanted to ignore, but couldn't. Someone needed me, someone other than my master; it was important that I not give in to this sexual beast-but why?

"I ache," I whined, bringing my hands around from where they had been holding him against my own flesh. They strayed with a mind of their own down my smooth belly, reaching lower to stop the pain, but his hands grabbed them, pulling them away and bringing them back up to hold against his chest.

"Tell me what I want to know and I'll make it better for you." His voice was rough and guttural, as if he was in as much pain as I was. I wanted to stop his pain, but he wouldn't stop talking. "Who do you work for?"

I blinked, my mind going blank-I was supposed to remember something and, yet, I wanted his cock more than anything else in the entire world. I opened my mouth and closed it a few times, like a fish gasping for breath outside of its tank.

"What's your name?" he asked when I didn't reply.

"Who the fuck cares? I'm hurt." I pulled my hand away from his, only to grab it back and push it toward my wetness. "Down here."

He growled hungrily, but yanked his hand away. His eyes narrowed as if he was trying to figure something out. That nagging feeling inside my mind came back with a vengeance, itching against my scalp and then going deeper.

My lip quivered from the pain inside my head, at the force of the pull to listen to the white noise blaring inside my mind. I tilted my head as I focused my gaze on his full mouth. I leaned closer, needing to taste them again, and he let me.

He groaned as I caressed his lips with my tongue, nipping at his lip between my teeth teasingly before pushing my tongue inside his mouth seductively. His hands lifted from where he had allowed them to drop and grabbed the back of my head, bending my neck back to allow him more access. I moaned against him, allowing him to open my jaw until it was as far as it would go for his hungry mouth. His tongue stroked mine, relentlessly.

And then it hit me-coming back with the force of a truck hitting a wall at sixty miles an hour. Enemy. Fae. Adam. Torture.