Page 30 of Bloodmoon Ritual

Chapter 6

He carried me to hismotorcycle and brought out a big sweatshirt, pulling it gently over my head.

I shivered uncontrollably as he pulled my limp arms through the huge arm holes and settled me on the seat.

He didn’t say anything like “hang on” or “hang tight.” Because he would never let me fall off.

“We’ll ride all night,” he told me.

And then we were off, my brother’s big body curved around my much smaller one.

He smelled like ash and cruelty, his big hand splayed over my belly.

A lone Congregant could be a target for other raiding parties, but when we passed a small group of other Deacons, the patches on their jackets showing their allegiance to another Prophet, they only turned their bikes around when they recognized Rhyder.

If they couldn’t stand against my brother, why did I think I had a chance?

We rode down city streets, Rhyder using his walkie-talkie to meet up with the other men from his Congregation.

We stopped to let some of the men take a piss, but when Rhyder got off the bike he motioned to me.

“Come on.”

“What, can’t piss by yourself?” I snarled at him.

“I don’t want you trying to run off,” he retorted.

The evening crowds at the movie theater parted in haste as Rhyder stalked toward the building, people literally sprinting to avoid him.

And I’d sprint too, if it wasn’t useless.

I turned my back as he pissed against the wall, a heavy powerful deluge, like everything else about Rhyder.

My eyes burned as I focused on the shady car dealership on the opposite end of the street, listening to him zip his dick back in his pants.

Then we headed back on the bikes, Rhyder taking my hand to make sure I didn’t stumble in the dark, the ground uneven and crumbly.

I tried to yank my hand away, but he still held it tight.

“I don’t need your hand,” I hissed.

He made a low, angry noise as he set me in front of him on the bike.

“I’ll hold your hand if I want to,” he bit out.

I folded both hands across my chest, wanting to hide in his enormous spare hoodie.

“Your body is mine,” Rhyder said, his big hands reached forward to scoot me closer, my sore ass hitting the thick length of the hard cock between his legs. “Every goddamn square inch of it, Temperance. And you are going to be purified, covered with righteousness so we can gain the blessings of the Allfather.”

His legs were set firmly on the ground, and he reached forward, putting both hands on my thighs and spreading my legs so I was stretched wide in front of him.

My heart began to pound painfully and I started to struggle in Rhyder’s arms.

But his fingers crept closer until he grabbed at my cunt, fingers digging into me, the dress pooling around my waist and my thin panties barely any protection at all.

“Mine,” he rumbled in my ear. “Every inch of this.”

My breath, caught, ragged in my chest and throat, his rough fingers grinding over my clit without him even realizing it, pressing down with his knuckle in a way that made dirty wrong heat pool low in my belly.

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