Savage Fae (Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

“What?” he asked, clearly still pissed about his session with the counsellor. “I don’t want her prodding about in my head with her Siren bullshit,” I breathed. “Give me something strong to overwhelm me.”

His eyes lit with a deep flame for a moment but he didn’t give in to it, suspicion filling his gaze instead.

“Why are you so desperate to hide from her?” he demanded. “Please, Ryder. I don’t have time to explain anything now.”

Ryder was behind me and he shoved me down, bending me over a cold, stone table.

He secured my wrists together at the base of my spine, tying them tight enough to hurt. I was wearing a leather dress which pushed my breasts up and hugged my figure but I had no panties on beneath it.

“You asked for it,” Ryder growled behind me as he caught a fistful of my hair in his grip.

He slammed into me and I cried out as he shoved me down onto the stone tabl...

The side of my face was pressed against the rough stone as his grip in my hair tightened painfully and h...

at his mercy as he continued to fuck me as roughly as he could and I cried out in pleasure.

I didn’t try to fight anything he was showing me, soaking in the lust and desire he was feeding me despite the fact that my nature made me want to break free of the ties he’d placed on my limbs and throw him down onto this table beneath me.

his gaze trailing over my face as he drank in the way he’d just made me feel.

He knew I’d enjoyed that even if I wouldn’t admit it out loud and the smug light in his eyes made me want to knock him down a peg or two.

“So cliché though, don’t you think? Dressing me in leather and taking me to a sex dungeon? You’ll have to do better than that next time.”

His lips twitched with what I could have sworn was amusement and I stepped around him, sliding my fingers down his chest until I touched his belt and my hand slipped off of him.

I didn’t miss the way his heart leapt beneath my palm and the heat he’d built in my skin grew at the thought...

Not that there was any chance while he kept to his deal with Dante, but I had to admit I was curious about the things he showed me.

I certainly wasn’t submissive by nature but maybe pretending to be for an hour or two wouldn’t be entirely awful…

my mind on Ryder’s body possessing mine.

and turning my mind back to the way Ryder had made me feel in that hallucination so she didn’t catch on to my interest in her secret meetings.

I bit my lip at the thought of the way he’d pinned me down, his fingers biting into my hip hard enough to bruise…

My gaze instantly fell on Ryder where he was sitting on the couch outside her office, clearly waiting for me.

What are you-” “Talking to you,” he replied without letting me finish my question. “Because we have a few things to discuss.”

Ryder’s scowl deepened. “I don’t do cute.

“I dunno, Ryder, I think you could be pretty damn cute if you wanted to be,”

Every thick muscle in his body seemed permanently tense and the scowl on his face might as well have been fixed there full time.

Everything about him screamed run the fuck away and cute was probably the last adjective anyone ...

feeling like a mouse approaching a cat. Or a snake was probably more accurate.

and I had to tilt my head back to look up into his dark green eyes.

and he watched me like he had no goddamn idea what to make of me. Which was exactly how I liked it.

“Now stop scowling,” I commanded. “I’m not scowling,” he replied obnoxiously.

He had the frowniest fucking face I’d ever seen which was a damn shame because it was a pretty fucking gorgeous face too.

and his hands skimmed my waist as he almost held me for a moment before dropping his arms again.

I turned and tilted my head close to Ryder’s, smiling as I aimed the camera at us and he looked up at it in surprise as the selfie was over imposed with a bunny rabbit filter. We both had floppy pink ears, little twitching noses and long whiskers as I took the photo.

“What the fuck is that?” Ryder asked as I released him and turned my Atlas to show him the photo of the two of us as cute little bunnies.

And now I win because the Ryder in this picture is most definitely cute.”

“Delete it,” he demanded, reaching for my Atlas and I held it away from him with a groan. “No! Let me keep it!” I begged as he caught my wrist and stole my Atlas from me. “Please,” I added as his thumb hovered over the trash button.

“Why would I let you keep a picture of me looking like a fucking rabbit? I’m the King of the Lun...

Because I do. It’s you and me…I just…want to keep it.”

He stared down at it for longer than was necessary like he was drawing out the torture then tapped a few buttons before the sound of a message sending hit my ears.

“Who did you send that to?” I asked curiously. “Me. And now I’ve deleted your copy. So if you want to look at it you’ll have to ask.” He said before offering my Atlas back to me.

I patted the desk beside me and after a slight hesitation, Ryder sat down.

He eyed me curiously and I took his hand, skimming my fingertips along the callouses which lined his palm.

Why should I have to justify every fucked up thing about me to her? The only person I want to answer to is myself.”

Ryder inhaled deeply as he absorbed my heartache, feeling how keenly I’d been cut by this.

He knew the pain she’d caused me anyway so I guessed it didn’t matter if he knew the reason.

“If you ever find yourself in trouble because of money or anything else you can come to me,” he said in a low voice. “You won’t ever have to make a choice like that while I still draw breath.”

Daddy

but if there was ever a time when you needed me, I’d be there. That’s all I’m saying.”

Ugh i love him

There’s still a fucking cock burned into the Empyrean Fields because of you.” He snorted a laugh.

And actually, the idea that Ryder had even noticed the fact that I had zero money and had considered the situation enough to know I wouldn’t want a handout meant a lot on its own.

He turned to look at me like he didn’t even know what to make of my thanks, a frown tugging at his brow yet again.