Flames of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms, #1)

by Amelia Hutchins

“Afraid of the bat, or just not good playing with balls?” “It’s the balls. I always seem to make them explode unexpectedly. No one seems to like it when their balls explode prematurely.” “That depends on within whom they explode.”

“Afraid you may like my dick?” he asked, lifting his hand to push away a stray strand of hair. “Be a good girl, and I may even let you suck it.”

“I wouldn’t suck your dick if it contained the last air molecule in the entire universe, puppy. You’re not man enough to handle me, anyway. You’re probably like every other male on this planet who thinks bitches should bow down and worship that tiny little thing between your legs. I don’t fucking bow to anyone. I sure as fuck don’t bow to “some self-conceited, self-absorbed, self-appointed king” to a town that should be burned to ashes and destroyed, asshole,”

“You might want to stop touching yourself. You’re starting to look like a murder victim; it’s giving me a fucking hard-on.”

“You might want to stop touching yourself. You’re starting to look like a murder victim; it’s giving me a fucking hard-on.”

“You don’t like the dark if there are walls around you, boxing you in. Your shampoo is rose-scented, and you add your own concoction to it to enhance the scent. You don’t pull from nature to wield magic, you just fucking use it without thought. Your eyes are turquoise, but when you’re turned on, they’re more blue than green. When you’re angry, they’re more green than blue. I’d hate to look into them when you cried because they’re the kind of eyes that expose a soul and everything within it when you’re wounded. You’re five-foot-three, almost the national average for women but a smidge shorter. And you have pretty titties with little pink nipples that get hard at the sound of my voice when it is lowered. You’re also a virgin. I know that not because of what your sister said, but because you reek of the need to be bent over and made into a woman.”

“They’ll try,” I agreed with his assessment of the town absently before locking my gaze to his. “And they’ll die. I am no lamb. I have the blood of a goddess coursing through my veins. Whatever my father added to my genes, it’s powerful. Do try to leave the state of my pussy off your tongue, and out of your mouth. Keep that in mind when you are watching me, Knox.”

“That’s exactly what I am saying. It’s like he’s my kryptonite.”

It was one of the first tattoos I’d gotten. It was called either an ‘unkindness’ or a ‘conspiracy’ when there were more than two ravens together. They were also highly intelligent birds, and many had no idea just how smart they really were. In fact, they were in the top ten smartest animals in this realm. I’d gotten it because the symbol had called to me, beckoning me to get it.

I preferred romance or fantasy to escape and live a thousand lives I’d never experience without the author giving me the chance to climb inside their soul, making their books my home for a little while.

“You like the pineapple?”

“They say it makes your pussy taste sweeter.”

“You run, this ends with you mounted and screaming my name, Aria. Do not fucking tempt me right now.”

“Now I have your scent and your taste, Aria. You run, I’ll follow you. You fuck me, I’ll destroy you. You taste sweet, almost like a pineapple.”

“You are seconds away from me ripping you apart, do you fucking understand me, little girl? I won’t be gentle, and I sure as fuck won’t hold you when I’m finished. I would destroy you, and I wouldn’t care what was left of you when I was finished with you. Do you understand me?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them get you.” He knelt down with his arms resting on his knees as a wolfish grin covered his sinful mouth. “If anyone gets to break your pretty little neck, it’s me.” “You say the sweetest shit to me, jerk.”

“A woman like you, she needs someone who isn’t afraid to push her fucking buttons. One who can handle that mouth of yours and give it back to you. You need someone who isn’t afraid to hurt you, because, Aria, you fucking enjoy being manhandled, and it gets you fucking wet when I do it.”

The heat that shot through me wasn’t pleasant, it was fucking delicious, and I craved burning to ashes from the intensity of it.

“Aria, there is no one more powerful than Knox Karnavious.”

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 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 a...

I’d make her fucking roar for me,

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The flame dancing within the shadows of her eyes ignited the fire inside me.

The monster smelled me and wanted what it had scented. It had terrified Aria. It was excited because it had finally found a male strong enough to take it on without destroying him. Aria hated me, and I fucking loved that she did. Fucking someone you hated was hard, raw, painful, and so fucking beautiful. It was going barebones with something that you’re not afraid to break, and fuck, did I crave the need to snap her in half.

If it was one of the council members within the Nine Realms who wanted her safe, I’d have already wrapped my hands around her throat and fucked her until the life drained from her pretty turquoise eyes, but it wasn’t them who wanted her alive.

I may hate that I fucking wanted her, but that didn’t change the fact that I still did.

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.

She wasn’t just three holes to destroy; she was brains and beauty.

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.

Aria was all fire and about to set the world ablaze in her wake.

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’d been mated, truly mated, and in love, which our kind only got once in a lifetime. Yet, I had never felt the raw need to fuck with Liliana. I’d never felt her kiss me as Aria had, nor the need to continue kissing her regardless of the air we needed to breathe to sustain life. Aria had made my heartbeat thump for the first time in five hundred years. It had raced with her lips against mine, both fucking sets. Her pussy had made it erratic, but her lips? Her lips had brought it back from the grave where it had remained since I’d buried my wife. It made the need to hurt her deeper, to punish her for making me feel anything and betraying the love of my life.

I’d died that day my mate had gone to her grave, and yet Aria was bringing me back, but with Aria, I couldn’t remember what Liliana had looked like, or the sound of her voice when she spoke. I forgot the woman I had loved since my youth, wiping her image away as Aria fucking Hecate erased it from my mind. She dulled the fucking pain that fueled me with a simple smirk, and that was a big fucking problem.

When I closed my eyes at night, I no longer saw my wife’s face or heard my son’s laughter as he discovered something new. Instead, I saw beautiful turquoise eyes that smiled when they lit up and curves that I wanted to know on the deepest level a man could know a woman. It made me crave the need to murder her to get the memo...

I’m a kinky prick, but for you, and considering what I am getting from it, I’ll play nice, I promise.”

I’m royalty by birth. Neither Knox nor any other man will ever own me. I choose my fate and my chaos, and what I allow to happen to me is on me, no one else.

when you started coming with your clumsy attempt to fuck your own flesh, he did it for you. You screamed his name, riding his face until your screams turned painful because he wouldn’t let you stop coming. He drank your essence, slurping it clean before he covered it back up. I listened to him as he erased your memories, and you woke up talking as if it had never even happened, but I know otherwise because I watched it happen. He needed one last taste, so you knew he’d tasted your sloppy cunt first. It was so sloppy, glistening with come from that glorious tongue of his.”

Knox wore a crown that looked like bones. His eyes were turbulent, as if a hurricane played in his ocean depths. He had on armor, like honest-to-God armor that was covered in ravens. He turned away from me, staring at the few men inside the room. He took a step forward, and the armor clinked. I peered down, looking at the metal that covered his boots and the knight spurs that were attached to his heels as if he’d just returned from riding a warhorse. His mantle was black, and yet it shimmered with his movement. Everything about the man screamed God of War.

“That’s my name. It’s also what you’ll be screaming all night. Look at you, so fucking exquisite taking my cock, and you took all of it, little one. Look at that pretty cunt stretched to fit me like a glove, so fucking tight.”

“You feel me now, don’t you, Aria? You feel all of me filling that tight, needy cunt that’s clenching against me hungrily, sucking my cock off. Look at that greedy cunt fucking my cock, milking me so fucking perfectly.”

“I wanted you to hurt for me, to feel every fucking inch of me in this tight, dripping cunt until you never forget how I feel in it, or what it felt like when I made you mine.”

“You wanted me; don’t even pretend like you didn’t. You screamed my name when this sweet pussy came on my lips, dripping so fucking gloriously down my throat as I drank your pretty cunt dry. You fucking roared for me, pretty little lamb. You want to hate me for playing tricks to become the first man in this tight cunt? Fine with me, but this isn’t over, not by a long shot. I’m going to fuck you until anytime this pussy needs to be filled, it is me you crave satisfying it. When you leave here, you’ll be ruined for any other male alive, because my cock will be the one you worship. You shouldn’t have expected a wolf to hand the kill to anyone else. Predators don’t share their prey, and make no mistake, Aria, you are my prey, and now you’re claimed until I decide otherwise. My scent is painted on this sweet pussy and about to be buried so fucking deep that no man will dare to touch it again.”

Now, are you ready to get fucked? This pussy is clenching for me, and I’m so fucking ready to wreck you.”