ryder

If you hurt Muse, I will hunt you down, use every rusted weapon I own, cut off your precious parts and feed them to the hellhounds." Ryder

There ain't no happy endings for half-bloods." Ryder ~ Darkest Before Dawn #3 The Veil Series

This what you want, huh?_ He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body. __e using you like this?_ His head lowered to her other breast, replacing the pinching with suction, soothing the stinging tip as his fingers tortured the other. Yes. This. Them using each other. That was what she wanted. What the hell was wrong with that? The irrational anger she__ felt in the car boiled up in her again. __uck you,_ she panted, grounding her head and shoulder blades against the wall as her left hand ploughed into his hair and she twisted her fingers hard. He didn__ even flinch and that just made her madder.

Shhh,_ he whispered, his breath hot at her ear. His cock was hot too, poised at her entrance. __ike this. I want to fuck you just like this. From behind. With your clothes on and your tits out and people on the street below completely oblivious. Stay really quiet._ He flexed then and pushed himself inside her but not all the way. __h god yes, fuuuuck.

His woman. Part of her knew she should object to the wording. She wasn__ his woman. They weren__ together like that. But the heaviness between her legs was blooming into something much fuller and fuck it, she liked the way it sounded on his lips while he pinned her to the railing and publically groped her.

I saw you on that field tonight, you rugby guys look like you were born knowing how to fuck.

So you know how to ride a horse and muster and...stuff.__e laughed. __es. I know how to do stuff._ He squeezed her ass again and muscles deep and low responded. __ountry boys know how to do all kinds of stuff.

The noise of his zip was like the drag of a fingernail down her spine, and Juliet moaned, helpless to stop, as he pushed first his jeans, then his underwear, down and off. He stood tall and proud in front of her, his abs taut, his shoulders back, his stare still fixed between her legs, dark and hooded and intense.His nudity was breathtaking, his cock jutting out thick and hard as he shoved his hands on his hips. It was a thoroughly arrogant pose. Like a prince. Or a feudal Lord. And her body responded in kind, waiting with baited breath for his next royal command, his next move. Knowing she__ do just about anything for him in this moment with the wild beat of her pulse echoing though her ears and her gut and the slick heat at her heart.Open her mouth. Roll over. Get on all fours. Beg.

He was so pumped, jumping up and down on the spot, showing off the taut lean muscles in his quads and calves so different to the bulkiness of a lot of the other players. He bristled with energy, shaking out his arms, flicking his fingers. Flicking off invisible globules of testosterone so powerful she could feel their pull all the way up here. He dropped his head from side to side to work his traps, bending at the waist right in front of the box to execute a perfect hamstring stretch.Ooh la freaking la.

There have to be rules though._ She pulled out of the kiss, withdrawing her finger as well, sliding it down his chin and throat, leaving a wet trail. __ules?_ Her gaze locked with his. __his can only be sex. Just seven weeks of utterly debauched, completely strings-free sex._ Her finger moved south, swirling around first one nipple then the other. __o expectations. No commitments. No getting attached. No crying like a baby and asking me not to leave.__yder laughed at the thought, but there was a husky catch to it as her finger trailed down his abdomen. ____ not going to fall in love with you,_ she continued. __nd you__e not going to fall in love with me. I will not give up my dream again, Ryder. Not for you, not for any man. Okay?

Spread your legs._ His voice was deep and dark, the glow in his eyes feral. This was what he__ looked like on the field tonight. Running the plays. Focused on the job.Dominant. Decisive. Certain.Male.

Calm down?_ Her voice went really low, her eyes glittering. __on__ tell me to calm down. I__ so freaking horny at the moment all I want to do is fuck. You got a problem with that?__er words slammed into his groin. He should have a problem with it. She was pissed at him but still perfectly fine with using him. There was something really fucked up about that. Unfortunately, no part of Ryder had a problem with it.

So, let me get this right._ He braked at a traffic light and yanked at the edges of his bow tie, reefing the knot undone, leaving the tails flapping open. __ou__e pissed at me because my friends don__ think you__e just some kind of fuck buddy?

I just don__ understand why they__ think we were together, when I__ leaving the country to live on the other side of the planet in a month?__t was Ryder__ turn to snort. __ell gosh, I don__ know Juliet. Maybe your hand on my cock was a clue.__he sucked in a breath, her eyes glittering now. __hey could not see that!___hey didn__ have to,_ he bit out. __e were practically humping each other at the table.

Juliet stared at their reflection. One big hand lay flat against her belly, the other cupped and fondled her breast. Her nipples were a dark reddish-brown from the torment. She didn__ recognise the woman who stared back, her face all flushed, her mouth parted, her head fallen back against his chest having lost its capacity to support itself. __uliet?_ His urgent prompt dragged her gaze down, to where his finger pushed lower, disappearing entirely beneath her tights while his remaining fingers stayed firmly on the outside. It found the lacy edge of her underwear and stopped, brushing back and forth. __ust the one finger._ His voice was like gravel. __hat__ all I need.__uliet moaned and closed her eyes against the wickedly delicious thought of it_ watching him get her off, with just one finger. That__ all I need. Fuck... Even his arrogance was sexy. She opened her eyes, thrilling at the sight of him pawing her, one hand on her breast the other down her pants. __es._ Her tongue flicked out to wet dry lips. __urry.__e smiled triumphantly, his nostrils flaring as his middle finger slipped under the barrier of her underwear. The waistband of her tights dragged lower, dipping in the middle, as he slid into the slick folds of her pussy. Juliet cried out at the delicious invasion, arching her back and curling her fingers into his neck. __esus Christ._ He pressed his face into her nape and groaned. It echoed down her spine and she shivered. __ou__e so fucking wet.

They think they__e having such a good time,_ he continued, whispering in her ear as he pulled out again. The two men didn__ seem to be in any hurry to move on that was for sure, standing on the wide path fronting the beach, having a loud, seemingly amusing conversation.__hey__e wrong._ His hands squeezed her breasts as he slid home again, inch by slippery inch. __othing is as good as being inside you.

Trying to Jedi mind trick the towel into falling off me won__ work. You__e a rugby player not Luke Skywalker.__e grinned. __ have a light sabre in my pants that says different._ Oh he did. And he wielded that weapon of mass distraction well.

He took it off, and she could see his hair was damp with sweat, as was his shirt on closer inspection. He mustn__ have bothered showering after his training session. Juliet__ belly tightened. There was just something about a sweaty man that had always done it for her. Good sweaty. Not the festering-for-hours-never-worn-deodorant kind. The healthy kind worked up through hard physical labour. The primal survival kind that attracted a woman to the type of man who could keep her in mammoth stew and furs. It clearly didn__ matter how sophisticated humans thought they were or how far they__ come. Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution and it still got down to how a man smelled. Mother Nature was one crazy bitch.