I’d been a heartless prick to Aria, but she fucked my mind in the worst way. She made me want her, made me crave to taste those pouty lips, and know the feel of them against mine. I betrayed the memory of my mate every time I tasted Aria’s fire. It made me need to snap her pretty neck and fuck her throat to show my dead, murdered mate that I hadn’t forgotten my promise to avenge her. Destroy the Hecate bloodline and make them all pay.
Yet I’d had Aria in my bed, needing to know how she felt from the inside as I wrote my name upon her womb. I’d wanted her so badly that it scared me, and I was never afraid of anything. I was the creature who murdered those who wreaked havoc on our realms, and yet that little bitch had terrified me. It pissed me off. So I’d been a prick, scaring the hell out of her, but my monster? He’d fought me. He’d fought me until I’d won, and she knew it wasn’t me and yet had been about to whisper the words that would have sealed her fate.
One wrong move she’d have been mine. One single noise, and it would have snapped the thin thread of control I’d held. I almost lost it, and I never lose control, ever. She may not want me, but that beast within her? It would have been primal, visceral, and I’d have fed that bitch until she purred like a kitten pinned on my cock. My teeth in her shoulder made the beast within her calm to a subdued mess, and that had scared Aria. Pliant, submissiveness came to mind when my mouth touched her shoulder, and even the hint of teeth made whatever is hiding within her submit to me.
I fucking craved her submission. I also craved the fight I watched burning in her eyes.
Then I’d gone and fucking kissed the little bitch.
I kissed her, me, the monster that didn’t fucking kiss anyone because that shit insinuated feelings, and that shit made it messy. Still, I’d needed to taste her passion, feel it firsthand and know what it looked like. It knocked me back, me, the bastard who fucked women and watched them vanish into oblivion as their souls left through their eyes to the realm within the Void of Nothingness.
Her kiss had knocked me on my ass, creating a storm within me that threatened to snap what little control I had. No one had ever fucking kissed me like that, nor had my body ever responded to a simple kiss. Aria, though, that girl kissed me back like I was the air needed to fill her lungs.
I took what I want, and I fucked hard. I didn’t take her, which pissed me off.
I enjoyed breaking pretty things and leaving shells of what they’d been in my wake. If that girl fucked like she kissed, I was in trouble. That’s the kind of girl you got attached to, needed to keep around to get fucked by, and fucked by often.
Aria was all fire and about to set the world ablaze in her wake.
I sensed her the moment she stood on that hill. I hadn’t even stopped to think as we’d raced to her location, prepared to claim her. My dick had gotten hard by her scent, but the moment I took in her pretty stare, I fucking ached. My balls ached to release within her, marking that pussy as mine by adding my scent to hers. I never placed my scent on pussy, so why her?
I felt something lethal watching me from within her, and I had been pissed when I figured out that she was fucking clueless. Her pussy begged to be fucked, it got wet around me. Those pretty pink nipples responded to my voice and fuck if I didn’t want to suck on them. She didn’t understand why or how it could respond to me, but I sure in the fuck did.
That creature within her needed something more powerful than it was, and my men had stepped back, sensing the fight it would give them. They weren’t willing to take her on, but I was.
She was a challenge, and it was one I wanted to take.
Aria was an alpha in her own right. She was fast-witted, and her mind worked overtime when she was working together pieces she shouldn’t be able to see. She refused to back down. She dug her heels in and watched as she waited for any sign of weakness. The best part about that was, she didn’t even know she was waiting for that one subtle sign of weakness to slaughter the victim.
I’d smelled the likeness, but then I’d pushed the pieces together to force the witches to come back to this town. Amara, worthless and self-absorbed as she was, was an easy fucking target to get to in the Nine Realms. She’d already been moving in that direction on her own, grasping on to things to hold her there, so I’d given her a little push. She’d been unclean, tainted by magic she craved and could never reach. Fueled by greed and anger that Aria was stronger, but then Aria was the whole package deal. Amara was a basic bitch who craved things she couldn’t have. Only one monster was born that day, one child created from Freya lying in a bed of monsters, unable to deny their need as her cunt wept to be fucked by the kings of the Nine Realms, all of them. Magic was a bitch when thought you were invincible to it.
The question was which king had planted the seed into her poisonous womb, and grown the beautiful prickly rose? I intended to find out and see what emerged from the cocoon that housed it.
Regina’s sobs filled the room, and slowly, I turned to glare at her pathetic attempt for sympathy, watching her walk out of the library with defeat oozing from her pores, I smiled coldly. Stupid bitch. She thought I wanted her when the only thing I wanted was for her to do her job. She could either help me get the witches back into the Nine Realms, or she could die. She was useful, but the moment that ended, her life would too.
Lacey tried to warn Aria, and Brander fucked her into a state of nothingness, and yet she clung on tightly within her mind. Didn’t fucking matter. She’d lost the ability to communicate without us controlling what slipped from her tongue.
I was here to destroy them all for what they did, and while I wanted to keep Aria around, I doubted I could achieve it without starting a fucking war. Wars didn’t scare me; I’d fought thousands of them and bathed in the blood of the fallen creatures who had thought to rise above their rank. I didn’t have time to wage one when everything I’d planned for over five hundred years was finally coming together.
She was in my way.
Unexpected, but a fun distraction, nonetheless.
Unfortunately, it was one I didn’t need right now. I’d fuck her and be done with it, and the moment that monster rose, I’d fuck it too, and if it fought me, I’d kill it to protect my plans. It would be a waste of what I assumed would be some very good pussy, but waste it, I would. I’d deal with the consequences—and those who demanded she was returned to the Nine Realms alive—afterward.
These assholes had murdered my child, cursing him to die one thousand times at his tender age of seven. I’d held him through them all, weeping as I begged the witches to spare his life, but they had refused.
I would show them what pain felt like, let them feel it on a level so profound and deep that none of them got back off their knees. My mate took her life after his death, seeking a witch to end her immortality. She found one of Hecate’s daughters and achieved the one thing our kind could never have: death.
Now…now, I would destroy them all and send their realms into an eternal darkness that they’d never forget. I was about to start the war against them, and I wasn’t planning to give them an ounce of mercy. I’d been planning this since the day I’d returned to find Liliana dead in our bed. I’d lost my family, and in return, I would destroy theirs.
Hecate’s daughter had laughed, smiling at me as I’d wept while begging her to bring my family back, but she refused. Now I would end her entire line for what she had done to mine.