Chapter Fifty-Seven
Ryker
Our tongues danced, our teeth clashed, and the taste of her defiance couldn’t be sweeter.
Cadence clung to my shoulders, her nails splitting my skin, as she ground her hips against mine. Her movements were jerky, wild, like she would die if we stopped.
That told me everything I needed to know.
She was a liar. She craved this, craved me.
Her teeth sank into my bottom lip, drawing blood, and I grinned into the kiss.
If my mate wanted a fight, then I’d give her one.
I grabbed a fistful of her dress and tore it in two. A violent snarl filled the chamber as I tore the fabric apart, the threads giving way beneath my savage touch.
Cadence gasped, but didn’t flinch. She shoved at my chest, and I shoved her back, harder. Her mouth parted, and the moan she tried to swallow only made my cock swell.
She kissed me as if she hated me. Like she couldn’t stop.
I spun her around and pinned her to the wall. Her naked spine arched, heat radiating from her skin.
My palm flattened between her shoulder blades, holding her in place.
I reached behind me, ripping my tunic over my head and tossing the black garment to the floor. My pants quickly followed before I tangled my hand in her silky hair, yanking her back and forcing her to look at me.
I shoved inside her, rough and unforgiving, my cock buried so deep that I felt the tremor vibrating through her spine.
Cadence’s palms slapped the wall, bracing herself as if she could withstand me.
How cute.
The tight heat of her body clutched me, greedy and desperate.
“That’s it, Temptress,” I said. “Take. It. Show me how much you hate this.”
She arched her back, exposing her throat. She looked like a fucking goddess, laid bare and vulnerable. I didn’t give her a second to adjust before I drove into her again, making sure she felt each brutal stroke.
And Cadence, she took every inch like the good little wife she was.
I slammed my hips forward. Skin smacked against skin, echoing off the stone. Cadence whimpered, and the sound was enough to bring me to my knees.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she said, breathless, her voice wrecked. “Pathetic.”
A dark chuckle rumbled low in my chest as I yanked her head back by her hair. My mouth skimmed her ear, and I said, “Careful, mate. I’ll break you, but only if you beg me first.”
I pistoned in and out, every movement brutal and punishing. She met me thrust for thrust, trying to take more of me.
She was greedy and fucking perfect.
Air hissed between her lips as her cunt clenched around me.
“Don’t you dare fucking come, Temptress,” I warned, dragging my teeth along the curve of her throat.
Cadence shuddered beneath me.
“You’re so wet for me,” I said, my voice raw. “Taking me like you were born to ride my cock.”
Her breath hitched, and she fisted one hand against the stone, the other clawing for purchase in the empty air.
I didn’t let her regain her bearings as I released my hold on her hair, instead pinning her arm at the base of her spine.
I wanted her off-balance, needy, always reaching for something only I could give her.
She was close. I could feel her cunt quivering, but she hadn’t earned her release.
Not yet.
I slowed my strokes, savoring the tension in her body, the way she danced on the edge of surrender. Her back bowed, muscles trembling beneath my hand, as she tried and failed to grind down on my cock.
Sweat slicked her spine, and the scent of her arousal mixed with the iron tang of blood from the split in my lip.
I fucking loved it.
Pressing my palm harder between her shoulder blades, I ground her pretty face into the stone.
She was so close to breaking.
Cadence tried to throw me off with a sharp twist of her hips, but I tightened my hold.
“I told you, not yet.” My voice was thick with need, almost unrecognizable.
Cadence laughed. She fucking laughed. “Maybe you’re not enough.”
“Yeah? You think so?”
My palm moved to her hip, and I gripped her so tightly I knew she’d bruise, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to remember this moment.
Then my hand dipped lower, sliding between her legs, as my fingers grazed her clit. The lewd, wet sounds filling the room every time I thrust into her were evidence enough of how much I was affecting her.
“Beg for it, Cadence, and maybe I’ll give you what you need,” I growled against her ear. The scent of her sweat and sex filled my lungs, igniting the beast within me. “You want to come? You’ll have to fucking beg me for it.”
She thrashed, full of fight yet so needy.
“Beg, Temptress. Show me that mouth is good for something other than lying.”
I slammed into her, grinding her hips into the rough stone. Her body jerked. Another moan tore out of her, ragged and ravenous.
“Fuck you,” she spat, but her cunt was dripping for me, soaking my shaft with every brutal thrust.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
My cock throbbed inside her, desperate to feel her break.
“You’re mine, Cadence. You’ve always been mine. Now give me what I want so I can give you what you need.”
An animalistic sound tore from Cadence’s throat. There was nothing recognizable about it, just a guttural, violent snarl. She slammed her hips back, driving me even deeper, but she wasn’t submitting.
Not anymore.
She lashed out, catching me off guard as she shoved off the wall and turned to face me. She appeared almost feral with her teeth bared and the look in her eyes, which was pure fucking murder. I barely managed to steady myself before she collided with me again.
I staggered back, surprised by her strength. Her small, brutal fists pounded my chest.
Once. Twice. Three times.
I braced myself, but she kept coming until the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed.
Then I was falling.
Cadence was on me in a blink, all sweat-slick skin and wild hair. Straddling my hips, she gripped my throat, grinding her cunt against my cock with an angry sort of hunger before she positioned me at her entrance, sinking down.
Her nails dug into my neck, and I fucking smiled.
“Look at you,” I cooed. “Untamed and utterly stunning. Mine.”
“You’re wrong,” she said, her upper lip curling. “It’s you who belongs to me. You’re fucking mine, Ryker.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Fuck. Did she really say that? The very words I had been desperate to hear since I first laid eyes on her. Or was my imagination playing cruel tricks?
Did Cadence claim me as hers?
For a split second, I just stared up at her, my cock buried so deep I could practically taste her surrender, and yet…I was the one pinned.
She meant it. I could see it in her eyes. My Temptress wanted me, every broken, bloodied piece, all of it.
I’d spent so long hoping for her submission. Needing her to want me, to want us.
And now she did.
Ugly, savage joy clawed up my chest, and I bared my teeth in a wolfish grin. “Say it again. Tell me who I belong to.”
She leaned in, her warm breath fanning my cheeks. “You’re mine, Ryker. Fucking. Mine.”
And gods, it fucking undid me.
I surged forward, sinking my fangs into her throat, my teeth scraping against her flesh. Cadence cried out, her pussy convulsing around my cock as she tumbled over the edge into oblivion.
With one final thrust, I followed her. Hot spurts of my come filled her, painting her walls, claiming her as much as she had just claimed me.
The bond flared to life, a bright golden light flashing between us before settling against our skin.
It was done. The bond was complete.
Cadence was mine. Forever.