She had no idea that she’d held my mouth to her pussy, begging me to fuck her sweet flesh to ease the ache that I’d left. Aria had pleaded for me to batter past her innocence and take what she offered, but I wouldn’t. Not like that. Not with the magic drugging her mind and her reaction to me while under its influence.
I wanted her very aware when I fucked her, and I wanted her to need it because her body responded to mine, not the magic that rushed through us as the mark seared us together. It was ancient, dark magic, enhancing everything as it connected us on a deeper level.
I saw the moment she realized what she’d allowed me to do to her cunt. The regret and hate that sank in as her mind returned from the pleasure I’d given her. She’d have hated me for making her body respond in the way it had. It wouldn’t have been the hate I desired, but a painful hurt that women got after the body cooled, and the mind told it things.
She’d have blamed me for forcing it, unable to take responsibility for asking me to make her come undone. I’d watched her pretty eyes filling with self-loathing, and I’d hated watching the change in her. I didn’t want her to feel guilty about fucking my mouth, not when we’d both been under the influence of the ancient magic.
It had taken everything I had in me not to rip those thin lace panties apart and drive my thick, hard cock into her as the magic fucked us both. Had I? No. I’d behaved, and I’d let her find release without taking what she certainly would have regretted later. I fucking gave the little bitch mercy, and that pissed me off more than wanting her.
I’d taken her memories to stop it from happening and gave her my name on her flesh. I’d told her she could not lie to me if I used the perfect tone and sent subliminal messages into her subconscious to enforce them. My name on her flesh claimed her as mine.
It ensured that if anything thought to hurt her, I could find her quickly and know she was in danger before she realized it. No one was breaking her but me. I shouldn’t want to protect her, but I fucking did. It was a primal need, something so possessive that I didn’t even fully understand it. I should want the little bitch dead, but even thinking of a world where she didn’t exist pissed me off. It was a fucking complication that I hated, and yet she wasn’t fucking dying unless I decided she could.
I didn’t even like her, but I wanted her. I hated everything about her, down to her pretty painted toes. I loathed that she fought against me, and she did it with a fire smoldering in her eyes. Her pretty pink lips parted with a ‘pass’ on them anytime her mind showed her us fucking. It wasn’t because she didn’t want it. I could smell the need to rip her clothes off and mount me pouring through her flesh. No, she knew that when it happened, she’d never be the same. She’d be a broken, destroyed thing that no amount of magic could fix, and it terrified her—and worse, it excited her. Good. It should.
“Knox, can I ease your mind?” Regina asked, her eyes studying me with fear and hope.
“Get on your fucking knees and open your worthless fucking mouth.”
“I thought we could do more this time?” she whispered, and I turned, staring at the brainless bitch who thought she was more than warm flesh. Regina was ancient, useful at the moment, but still, she would die here. It was written in the lore that her life would end here and now before we ever finished in this worthless realm of humans.
She thought she could play me, yet she didn’t even know the rules of my game. Aria was fire and passion. Regina was ice and lackluster. She was here because she served a purpose in my plans, but she was easily replaceable. Aria wasn’t. She was different, more than just warm flesh to sate a need, and I fucking hated it.
“Get on your fucking knees or get the fuck out, hag.”
“It’s Aria, isn’t it? You want her. I watched you with her; you were crazed with need. She will be the death of you if you do not end her life now.”
I didn’t answer because it wasn’t a question and I didn’t answer this bitch; she answered to me for crimes against my kind. She was pathetic and worthless, her body used by all, and yet she wanted me because I had no care if I broke her. She smelled of my men, and it disgusted me.
Aria wouldn’t be like that when she got fucked. She wouldn’t need to part her cunt and beg men to fuck it. What we were, we didn’t beg; we took and wrecked them for any other man or creature alive. We didn’t fuck worthless creatures unless we were playing a part. I was playing it, but the thought of fucking Regina made my dick go limp.
“Get out.”
“Knox, baby,” she uttered, and I let her hear the monster’s call, let the power within me brush over her, causing fear to ignite in her eyes.
Aria got excited without knowing what it was. She fucking rattled back, and everything within me went silent, craving to hear it. Most women would run, but she faltered, studied, and wanted to examine it deeper. Aria was beyond intelligent, and that fucking excited me more than her pretty pink flesh could ever achieve. She wasn’t just three holes to destroy; she was brains and beauty.
Her need to know our land made her a step better than the other useless originals in this strange realm they craved to become a part of, yet hide within the shadows like weak-minded bitches. They hid, Aria didn’t.
She watched, learning, studying, and knew every way to bring this place down upon their heads should the need arise, and she didn’t even know she was doing it. She even did it with me, learning me as I abused her to bring out the beast within her, and fuck if I wasn’t pushing her around just to watch that fire burning inside her.
I was a bastard, but I didn’t enjoy hurting women. I hurt her to push her, to drive that thing inside of her to the limit and watch as it raised its head, baring its teeth in warning.
Chapter 27
Knox
I had purposely pinned Aria to my bed, my cock on her stomach showing her exactly how deep I’d be in her pretty cunt the moment I took her. I’d fucking wreck that innocent flesh, and she knew it. She had a healthy dose of fear for a moment, but in her eyes, there was excitement.
Aria knew there would be pain, yet she still wanted it. If she’d have asked, I’d have fucking went to war on her cunt in a way that she wouldn’t have understood. I’d spared her because I couldn’t stand the idea of hurting her, why? She was my fucking enemy, and I should have wanted to destroy her, which I did, just not beyond repair. Not yet.
It had taken every ounce of willpower I had not to rip her thin panties off and let loose on her just to show her what I would feel like buried in her pussy. Her scent drew me to her, but the fire that burned in her soul and eyes? It brought me to my knees like some fucking child who had just discovered his dick. I hated it, hated the need I felt for her, marring the memory of my mate.
I had never wanted my mate as much as I wanted Aria. That fucking made me hate her more than I already did. That made her a target for rage she didn’t understand and never could. I shouldn’t feel shit with Aria. I hadn’t ever kissed anyone except for my mate, but I’d wanted to kiss Aria. I wanted to be her first, and I’d fucking made sure the bar was set so high she’d find anyone else lacking.
Liliana had been gentle and everything soft. Aria, she called to the beast and sensed his need to consume her. I’d had to be careful with my mate, but they had created Aria to be savagely fucked, and she craved it. Liliana had never argued or complained, but Aria was quick to. She would go toe-to-toe in and out of the bedroom regardless of what I was.