Page 31 of Bloodmoon Ritual

Then his fingers dragged the tiny scrap of fabric away and plunged into my pussy.

My stomach tightened as I heard the slick wet sounds.

“I’m fucking losing mymindbeing this close to you, sister. After so long. . .”

I yanked and pulled on his wrist, but he only moved closer to my ear as Eli made the call for the Congregants to move out.

“Accept it, Temperance.”

“Never!” I cried.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” he groaned. “My cock is swollen for you. I need younow.”

His broad chest heaved behind me.

“There’s other women,” I said, trembling.

Rhyder pulled his fingers from my pussy and he yanked on his zipper, swiping through the precum that was wetting the back of my skirt, then put his thumb on my mouth, dragging my bottom lip down, and forced me to taste.

My tongue writhed as he covered it with his precum, the sharp pop of sweet wicked taste making me scream helplessly around his fingers.

“There will never be another woman,” he ground out. “There has only been you. Knitted together with the same matter, bound in the same womb. I never knew a time I didn’t need you, sister, never knew a time my heart wasn’t beating for you.”

“Holy Warrior, let’s go!” Eli snarled, and Rhyder let out the throttle, moving into the dark streets with a hum of pleasure still vibrating in his throat.

We rode through the night, Rhyder’s movements smooth, easy, the headscarf keeping my hair from flicking all over my face, but not his thick blonde hair from occasionally wrapping around my neck, bringing the masculine scents of my brother’s soap and leather.

I felt him occasionally touch the Holy Relic around his neck, kissing it and saying a prayer to the Allfather.

Your mercy flows over me

O Allfather

You have listened to my prayer

Brought my sister back to me

Given me the desire of my heart

I felt my blood run cold at his whispered words.

Was there never any escape from Rhyder’s obsession?

He had made it very clear what his desire was.

How could I avoid this thick cock parting my cheeks and nestling between my asshole?

*

IT WAS PAST MIDDAYas we approached the gate of a Congregation. Like the one we had grown up in, it was smaller, on poor land, and surrounded by others constantly angling for the same shitty territory.

I felt exhausted from riding, but I knew we had a few more days until we would reach our Congregation lands.

“These will be our allies,” my brother said confidently. “The Allfather will make sure we have a strong holy army to take out Ronan.”

It was not at all surprising to me to see the deference with which everyone treated him. He didn’t have Elder status, but he was Rhyder Oathbringer, and since I had been taken he had obviously made even more a name for himself as a warrior.

People feared him, the ease of his power, the way he towered over the rest of the Saved. The rest of the kidnapped women, perhaps a dozen strong, were left in the barred and chained cart while the Congregants greeted each other.

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