Taunting Destiny(25)

“The blood called to you?” Vlad continued, as if I hadn’t just had a mini-meltdown.

“I don't know. I just knew I could do it. Knew if I removed the iron they would live, or hoped they would, anyway. I have no idea how, or why I did it, Vlad, I only know that being helpless isn't something I like or will accept.”

“You removed the iron. You saved everyone in that room, Syn. My question is—did you feel the need to taste it?”

“You mean did I want to rip into their necks and suck the blood?” I narrowed my eyes on his silver ones.

“Something like that, yes.”

“No, I'm not a vampire.” Ewww….

“But, you cleaned Fae of iron—from their blood. And you seem to have won over Ryder’s men by doing so.” He replied, reaching over for the empty glass, before tipping his head to where Sinjinn sat smiling at me invitingly. Sinjinn was another of the men who was always close at Ryder’s side.

“And?” I blinked at Sinjinn and shook my head.

“And that’s not an easy feat. They are loyal to one and one alone. Yet, you have them looking at you with respect now.”

“I’m supposed to care?” I snapped, feeling my head swim as heat seemed to pool into one central location, and it was pissing me off.

“Syn, are you okay?” Vlad asked cautiously.

“I'm fine, just feel weird.”

“Feverish?” he questioned, while handing me yet another drink. I nodded, and he shook his head and looked back to where Ryder was sitting.

I shook my head, and grabbed the glass from the bar. I walked to where Ryder was sitting with a few of his men and a few Fae I hadn't met yet. Heat blossomed from my core and flared through me again, making me halt dizzily for a moment. I ignored the heated looks I got when I interrupted the conversation by placing my glass on his table. Ryder's nostrils flared as his eyes locked with mine and lowered, sliding lustfully down my body. “Like it?” I purred and enjoyed the shock in his eyes as they flew back up to meet mine.

“Syn, are you feeling okay?” he asked, coming up to stand beside me. His eyes scanned the men in the club, who were all now looking at me. I felt sexual and erotic. His eyes lit up as he took me in.

“I feel fine. Why does everyone keep asking that?” I replied in a raspy voice.

“You’re sweating, and you look…”

“Hot?” I asked, smiling impishly.

“Sick.” He didn’t agree with me, which made me tilt my head awkwardly.

“I’m on fire,” I whispered and closed my eyes, feeling the room tilt around me.

“Sinjinn, go get Eliran,” Ryder mumbled from where he stood next to me as his eyes took me in carefully, seductively.

“I feel amazing,” I said reaching for him and pulling him closer to my body.

“Syn…” Ryder warned as he scanned the club. “Fucking hell, woman.”

I turned my heated face around and found every male in the place watching me with lustful looks—well, with the exception of Alden and his guards. They just looked really confused, and unsure of what was happening. I felt like the sexiest bitch on the planet. Fucking hell was right…

“Ryder…” I growled huskily, not sure if I wanted to throw him on the table and ride him like a fucking horse, or curl into the fetal position and cry. I was in Transition.

“Syn, don’t fucking move. Just hold still and stop rubbing your…” His eyes dropped down to my hand, and I followed his gaze. I was grinding myself on my own hand. What the hell was wrong with me?

Ryder stepped closer to me, his eyes glowing golden amber before the thick lines of obsidian swallowed them. “I claim you, Syn. Agree?” His voice almost sounded strangled.

When I didn’t agree, he growled a sound, so inhuman that I found myself intrigued, and I wanted to see what was inside of him; to see the layers of this creature bared before me. I licked my lips and stepped closer. “I’m so hungry, Ryder. Help me.”

“Dammit, Synthia, focus. Don’t make me fight my own men. You have to choose, them or me. Now.”

His men? The thirteen hard bodied men surrounding me? Oooh, and there were a few other Fae closing in as well. Oh, fuck yeah. That would be a ride… I purred, throatily, considering it. I could take them—all of them. I closed my eyes and inhaled the musky masculine scent of the Fae around me. All were now throwing some serious fuck me vibes my way. I wanted them all and, I wanted them now. My inner naughty girl was telling me to choose them, while, somewhere deep inside I fought against the overwhelming rush of hormones that were trying to control me.

“Ryder…” I couldn’t get more than his name out.