Chapter 26
Knox
Everything inside of me wanted to claim, fuck, and destroy that little witch. I’d craved nothing else as much as I did the need to wreck Aria Hecate. Her full mouth taunted me, begging for a cock to push between her pouty lips and fuck that sass out of her fast and hard, ending her taunts violently.
The scent of her pheromones had me in a perpetual state of need to take her innocent flesh brutally. No fucking mercy needed or granted. She’d beg me for mercy, but I didn’t have any to give her. Didn’t fucking matter, because once I started, she wouldn’t need it or care for it anymore. She would take what I gave, and I’d watch her come unraveled on my cock until there was nothing left of her.
She’d break apart. I’d enjoy watching the end result of what she became when she shattered. I wanted to watch those pretty eyes turn colors as she rode my cock, discovering the pleasure of it as she watched herself coming undone around me, clenching me tightly.
Aria was delicate. I wasn’t.
She was all soft curves and smooth flesh. I was jagged edges; sharply defined sinewy, hard muscles.
Aria was created of lace and innocence. I was all brutality and ancient.
She was innocent smiles and beauty. I was violence and ageless death.
Aria smirked; I bared my teeth. She didn’t shy away, but she knew damn well that she should, yet didn’t. She baited me, and fuck if I didn’t want to bite down hard.
Braver men had died for taunting me. Aria tilted her head, taunting me with the delicate curve of her throat, and she was very aware that I could end her life easily. Did it stop her from tempting me? No, she pushed back, waiting, watching to see if I would come unhinged.
I wanted to go toe-to-toe with her just fucking once in the bedroom. I wanted to know if she’d be barebones or if, when I let the mask of humanity slip, she’d run from me. Would she run away with whatever I’d left of her that was still undamaged? I’d make her fucking roar for me, showing her exactly what it felt like to be fucked to nothing more than a trembling mess. She’d fucking tremble for me, and I’d watch her, doing so with no regret.
Aria was pure innocence and I wanted to corrupt her in the most delicious, basic way. I wanted to debase everything pure within her and see what she did with it. See if she unraveled and liked the end result. I wanted to feel her as she changed, wanted to watch her eyes widen as she realized she could never go back to before I fucked her. And I would fuck her; I’d wreak havoc on her senses, destroying her thoughts of what gentle and sweet was, replacing them with new thoughts. She’d know what being owned felt like, being brutally fucked and savaged until she no longer craved gentleness and sweetness from a man.
I wanted to set the little bitch on fire and watch as she burned; to see what the fuck stepped out of the ashes when she rose still covered in the dust. I wanted to set her world on fire and fuck her in the ashes of it, watching as she realized just how ruined she was when I was finished with her.
I had no trouble ignoring the scent of breeding bitches, but Aria, her scent had me rock hard with the need to fuck her since the moment I smelled her in my domain. I’d driven outside of the town barrier to figure out what that delicious scent was. Then she’d fucking challenged me, then dropped her name, and I’d felt the punch of it in my balls.
I hated her the moment that name slipped off her pretty pink lips. Still, I craved her. I craved the need to make the little bitch feel all of me in the worst imaginable way. I craved to know how she screamed when I was buried deep within her cunt, stretching it so fucking hard that it made her whimper in pain.
Her screams filled my dreams; to hear her pain mixing with pleasure as I pushed through that pesky barrier and slammed into her hard enough that she’d always feel me there. Yeah, I fucking wanted that more than I wanted air to fill my lungs.
Women were like exotic cars. You needed to drive them hard, fast, and often. See what the limits were and push the fuck out of them until you knew everything about them, down the smallest detail. Details fucking mattered when fucking, and learning a woman was half the fun.
Whiskey, that little bitch smelled like the finest whiskey ever aged into perfection. You didn’t drink that kind of whiskey and not crave it again. You got addicted, needed to taste it until you were drunk from it. You didn’t sip it; you fucking swallow it down until you take every drop that is offered.
I wanted to throw her down and be what creatures like us became without the skin we wore to hide the monsters. A dirty little witch and the beast that wanted to fucking devour her whole. I wanted to spread her legs and watch as her eyes filled with wonder while I pounded into her with unrestricted anger.
The pain she’d feel excited me and kept my dick hard for her. My hand on her throat, watching as fear slipped into that brilliantly clever mind she kept hidden from others. She can’t hide it from me. I’ve seen moments of her brilliance, the way she observed me as if she knew her clock was ticking down slowly. I was pacing outside the cage that protected her, counting down every second until I got the order to destroy her, and fuck, would I enjoy doing precisely that.
Someone powerful within the Nine Realms wanted her alive, protected. I wanted to destroy her, to wrap my hands around her throat and watch as the realization sunk into those pretty turquoise eyes that her fate was sealed. I wanted to fist the soft silk of her silver hair as I ruined her pretty naked cunt, watching my length vanish into the depths of her while destroying everything she thought was normal and safe. She didn’t need safe. She needed a man who wasn’t afraid to push her limits, rip her world apart, and toss her to the wolves, because Aria Primrose Hecate was the type of woman who would return, leading that rabid pack with a fire in her eyes that would belong to me. I’d be the one who had placed it there. The man who brought her into our realm without an ounce of mercy and pissed on everything she assumed she needed or wanted.
She demanded to know what I was. She thought something was hiding within me, but there isn’t. I was more than she could see on the surface, and she knew that the monster inside of her craved me. I didn’t hide it when we were alone. I let her hear the rattle from deep inside my chest. The noise my kind made when it wanted its next victim, and she’d be the perfect fucking victim. Her pouty lips excited me. The flame dancing within the shadows of her eyes ignited the fire inside me.
I’d fucking destroy her. Leave her in so many broken pieces that she’d spend her days trying to rearrange them into what they had been before I’d fucked her perception of who she was.
There would be another version of her created in my bed; the Aria before I fucked her and the Aria after I had fucked her.
I waited.
Counting down until her destruction would be complete.
Devouring her without even touching her flesh, and yet she didn’t understand that it was happening. I craved her mind, her pain, and fuck if I didn’t want more than that.
As a basic rule, I didn’t fuck witches, not unless I had hidden motives. Still, whatever Aria was hiding within her called to me viscerally. It watched me, learning me without her even knowing it had awoken. She looked sweet, innocent, but she’s a monster like me. That creature which was peering back at me when I looked at her? It was fucking feral, untrained, and unkind.
It was a ticking time bomb within her, set to detonate in a realm it doesn’t belong to, in a realm it would seek to destroy.