Page 22 of Bloodmoon Ritual

Maybe he wouldn’t want me if I could convince him I was tainted.

“No, Temperance,” he said, reaching his big hands out to drag my hips closer, my dress pooling around my thighs as he ground me up against his cock, his thickness pulsing through the thin fabric of my panties.

I was practically fucking naked under there, the thick force of his cock pressing so hard against my panties I felt my pussy lips part slightly.

“I don’t have a wife. I’ve never fucked a woman. I was waiting for you.”

“Well,I’vehad sex!” I blurted out desperately. “I’m no longer Untouched! You can’t want me now!”

But he only glowered at me. “Not want you?” he growled, his big hands tightening so hard my hips stung, his powerful touch building like a bruise. “I couldneverwant anyone else. I couldnevernot want you.”

“I’ve had sex with all kinds of people!” I cried, with some slight exaggeration.

He only bent to my throat, his cock threatening to split the fabric of my panties, his breath raspy as he opened his lips to kiss my skin. “I wasn’t there to kill them,” he said as my nipples tightened involuntarily in the contact with his chest. “That wasmyfailing.I’mthe one that has to repent for that, not you. You did nothing wrong. Ifailed to keep you safe.Ilet you get taken. I take all the blame.”

He had ground me over his cock so hard I was all the way in his lap. His lips fell on my throat, sending prickles of heat across my chest. I tried to arch my back to get away from him, but he only put both hands around the back of my throat, pulling me closer so that his tongue hit the hollows of my neck.

“Fuck, I want you so much. I almost wentmadthose years you were gone.”

“Rhyder, no!” I protested, his finger dragging the bodice of my dress down, exposing the embarrassingly flushed and pink tips of my nipples.

“If I hadn’t been so prideful—” he groaned.

His beard rasped the sensitive skin of my tits as he kissed the swollen tips of my breasts. I felt his precum bead my thin panties as I put my heels on his legs, trying to shove away from him.

“Don’t be stupid, Rhyder!” I panted, wondering belatedly why I was defending him when he was kidnapping me. “You were out hunting for food! How could you possibly have known there was going to be a raid?”

“If I had been more faithful to the Allfather—” he began, but I jerked away, impatient and angry, pulling so hard that I tumbled off the bike, my cunt throbbing with pressure. “That’s stupid, and you know it!”

I stumbled off down the street, trying to wipe the memory of his cock at the cleft of my sex, but Rhyder was immediately after me.

Trying to get away from my brother was like trying to get out from the shadow of a huge mountain. You could run and run and all he had to do was stretch out an arm and it was all in vain. I had barely made it half of a block when he grabbed me. As I struggled, he picked me up and flipped me over his shoulder. Then Rhyder pulled out a walkie-talkie and barked orders for the bike that I had crashed to be picked up by his men. My brother was clever and deft, incredibly mechanically gifted, but if he thought he could fix what was undoubtedly a mass of blacked steel, he must be a magician.

I twisted this way and that, grabbed Rhyder’s belt, trying to get some leverage to work myself free from his back, but his hand was like an iron bar across my legs. With his other arm, he held up the walkie-talkie, and I grabbed his belt, pulling as hard as I could, trying to tumble off his back.

Then I saw that massive hand come back and tuck the walkie-talkie into his pocket.

“What are you doing?” he rumbled.

“Trying to get away,” I panted. “I’mnotgoing back with you!”

Rhyder grunted in disapproval.

We reached the motorcycle and he flipped me easily up, my fingers popping off his belt loops, and he placed me squarely on the seat, standing so close that I couldn’t escape a second time, his thighs tightening around my own.

“Little sister, I’ve been hunting you since the day they took you from me. Oversix fucking years. You think you have any other option than coming with me?” he said, his voice angry.

Heat radiated and pulsed from his body, that strange electric charge that always buzzed between us, almost like his blood pulled at mine with an invisible magnetic tether.

I fought the call of my own blood.

My twin

My tormentor

When I refused to look at him, crossing my arms over my chest, Rhyder put a hand on my chin, strong fingers forcing my face up.

His eyes bore into mine, bright blue, a frown crossing over the godlike planes of his face.

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