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

by Amelia Hutchins

“You break eye contact, and I’ll bend you over and destroy this cunt until you’re begging me to stop, and I assure you, I won’t, understand me?”

“This belongs to me now. Do you understand me, Aria? Nobody else touches you, or they fucking die. You belong to me now until I say otherwise.”

“You can stay the fuck away from me, Knox. Don’t speak to me, don’t look at me, and if you see me on fire, don’t bother getting water. Let me fucking burn, because I want nothing from you. I’d rather burn to ashes than see you ever again,”

“You will get so much fucking more, woman. I plan to make you beg me to stop fucking you.”

“Are you planning to fight me, or fuck me, little monster?”

“You washed my scent off your pretty cunt. I should spank it for doing so without my permission. I placed it there to mark you as mine, creature.”

“Climb on, it won’t fuck itself,”

“Yeah, but that naughty little creature inside of you likes what I do to her. She purrs for me, Aria. She comes on my cock and fucking roars in the most visceral, unabashed way that a woman can. Whatever is within you, she’s wild and doesn’t live by your rules.”

And Aria, the entire male population of that school thought you were cute, but for me, you hung the fucking stars and created the moon.”

Life is a bitch, and you can let it destroy you, or you can face it head-on and show that it doesn’t define who you choose to become in life.”

“Someone wants you badly enough to dose you with narcotics, but after watching you dance and knowing damn well you didn’t leave one single dick limp in the place. I don’t blame them for resorting to petty tricks,”

I fucked every one of those females, and you were the woman I wished I was inside of the entire time. I crave you,”

You touch me, and everything fades to black; even in the darkest of times, you can take it all away. How do you make everything fade to background noise?”

“Whatever happened to you, I hope you find peace from the demons that haunt you.”

You aren’t the monster you want me to think you are.” “No, I’m way fucking worse.”

“I just mean that when a man tells you to run, and he means it, fucking run. Don’t stand around oozing that scent, because right now everything inside of him wants to toss you down and go to pound town. I mean barebones, soul destroying I-can’t-get-deep-enough-into-that-tight-pussy-let-me-break-her-to-get-there kind of fucking.”

“You good, Aria? Mental breakdown?” Lore asked. “Crazy chicks get my dick hard, just saying.”

“You’re perfect. Do you feel me filling you? Every part of you is filled with me, and you take it all like a greedy little bitch, don’t you?”

“I’m going to need you to shut your dirty mouth up and destroy me now, please?”

“Holy shit, that can’t be safe.” “Those are the flames of your chaos, Aria. You could set the entire world on fire if you chose to do so.”

“Those are the flames of your chaos, Aria. You could set the entire world on fire if you chose to do so.”

“Thank you, now fucking move,” I hissed, grinding against him as I captured his mouth, devoured it while gripping his hair as he rocked my hips. He slammed my clit down against his flesh on every single stroke, in and out of my body, until I broke the kiss to throw back my head and roar. Fire filled my eyes and mouth, and I turned to stare at him as he smiled. My mouth crushed against his and steam filled the air as he rolled us over, staring up at me as I rocked above him while his body jerked, and he groaned his release inside me. “You’re on fire,” he chuckled huskily. “So are you.” I leaned down to run my fingers through the fire of his hair. “So is the bed.”

“Yeah, but then she just zoomed on up the stairs and was like, ‘I need that dick, Knox,’ and you were like, ‘slide on down it, Aria.’ Meanwhile, we were all like, ‘who made the popcorn, because they’re about to fuck right here,’ but then you got all defensive and shit, and hid that honey pot as you plowed it.”

“Aria,” he called down, and I turned, staring up at him. “Did you just fucking booty call me?”

Aria was the lace. The creature was the leather. Together, they were everything soft and erotic and needy as fuck.

Fuck Aria out of my system? It couldn’t be done. It was, however, a challenge I was willing to accept. Instead, I was an addict, and she was my drug. Her eyes revealed more than just a soul, and I wanted to explore the workings of her mind. Aria was brilliant and beautiful. She was a rare combination of woman, one I wanted to get lost within.

Then she’d tried to fucking dominate me, and it was the cutest shit I had ever seen in my life. Naked, sex oozing her pheromones, and that little bitch smirked, hunting me down. I’d never been so fucking turned on in my entire fucking life as when she’d walked me in a circle, fully intending to fight me so she could fuck me.

Fuck her out of my system? It wasn’t fucking possible with her. I couldn’t even stay away from her. It was like she was connected to me in some way that either of us had yet to grasp, but it was fucking there.

Whatever dwelled inside of Aria Primrose was strong and intelligent, even if she assumed I wasn’t mate material. That straight-up pissed me off because she damn well couldn’t find better. I wouldn’t let her find better, not with how much I craved her. Call it selfish; call it whatever, but that girl was mine.

Aria kissed Dimitri, and it took everything I had inside of me not to rip his head off with his spine still attached. The way she danced, it fucked me inside. She taunted me, moving with her eyes on me. Aria fucked me on that dancefloor, and I felt it in my balls.

I was the bad guy in her story, the man who was about to destroy her kind. I had spent hundreds of years planning their fall from grace, and then she walked right in, looked me in the eye, and my insides ignited from the flames that burned within her gaze.

“Why would it do that for her, and not your true mate?” Killian countered, anger dripping from his words.

“Could you imagine getting your balls licked while being buried that deep inside a woman’s mouth?” Lore asked. “I’ve had girls take half of me, and it wowed me, but Aria fucking took it all. I watched her head push forward, and when it didn’t come back, and Knox gasped, I knew she’d taken his dick all the way down her throat. And then that fucker, he says, ‘jaw fully extends,’ not, ‘holy fuck this bitch just swallowed my dick,’ just, ‘jaw fully extends.’” Lucky bastard.” Lore rubbed his hand over his mouth. “What a fucking waste of talent.

She wasn’t supposed to be that strong, but she was. She wasn’t supposed to be that hot, but she was. I wasn’t supposed to crave her, but I did.

Aria wasn’t mine to claim, but I’d claimed her, anyway. I’d claimed her in a way that couldn’t be undone, and yet I didn’t want to take it back. I liked owning her, even if she wasn’t fucking aware of what it meant. It was a mark of protection, but it was so much more. That mark made her need me, crave me, and it also worked the same way on me. It was a mark of mates, and yet I’d never given or offered it to my mate. So why the fuck had I claimed Aria?

Aria had dug into my cold, dead soul, and she’d lit it on fucking fire. She went to war against me, and she fucking didn’t admit defeat readily. Instead, she craved me as much as I craved her, and the need to go barebones against one another won out. She was fucking wild with her need, and that wasn’t something she could fake. When Aria wanted cock, she took it.

I have waited over five hundred years for revenge, and some sweet as sin pussy isn’t changing my mind.

“Careful, little lamb, you smell good enough to eat right now.”

She’s rather demanding when she needs to be fucked. You know how it is with Aria. Oh, wait, you don’t.”

“I am no weakling, and no matter how far you bury me in chains, I will fucking rattle them until they break, and I am free of you. You want to burn my world down? Fine, but you will watch me rise from the ashes. Legends always rise from the ashes.”

“You won’t keep me, Knox. I am Aria fucking Hecate. I am a survivor. War is in my veins, and I assure you, if you do this, I will escape you. I will fight against you. I will always fight for my family. It’s in my blood and burned into my bones to protect them. You’re fighting for the memory of your ghosts, but I’m fighting for the lives of mine who are still here.”

My scent clings to your flesh, warning other males that you are mine, and mine alone. There’s nowhere that you can hide from me that I won’t find you. You can’t run from me, because I know the taste of you, the scent of your flesh, and every secret inside your beautiful soul. If you get free, never stop running because I will be in every shadow and dark corner, waiting to get you back, and I will because I never fucking lose.”

“I am the wolf that hunts the lambs, and you are fucking delicious,”

“I’m not a lamb that you can hunt. I’m the woman who rattles your beast. I intend to shake your entire fucking realm, Knox.”

“Let’s go to war, asshole. I’m about to rock your fucking foundation and rewrite history. War is brutal, but so is love. Let’s rattle the realms, monster, and see which one of us ends up burning in the ashes of the fire we set, and which of us will rise as a legend these realms will never fucking forget.”

“You’re wrong; it is the exact same thing as war. And don’t assume I speak about loving you, Knox, far from love as a comparison to war, as both are brutal and bring you to your knees. If you’ve never gone barebones or felt your soul being rattled right down to the very thing that makes it burn, you did it wrong. Love should rattle your soul, but so should war. There’s a very thin line between love and hate, but also between war and peace.”

“If love isn’t brutal, then you’re doing it wrong. It is barebones banging together beneath the full moon, stronger and more forceful than any storm could ever hope to achieve. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the feeling it leaves when the body cools and the sweat dries but the soul continues to slowly burn, lit from the connection it shared with another. It is the brutality of ripping apart a soul, learning what is within it, and accepting it at face value without wanting to change a single thing. Love is a fucking battlefield, and you fight because you want it with every fiber of your being. It’s the exact same as war, which I assure you, Knox, you’ll learn to love war with me. On the other hand, you may decide you hate it, but either way, you will know the difference between the two.”

“I don’t want no basic bitch romance, I want to rip it apart and watch it grow from the ground up. I want to build it so fucking fortified that no one can ever touch it because me and my guy? We’d fight the entirety of the Nine Realms to keep it safe. That is what I want, and I won’t find that here, and sure in the hell won’t be with you.

“I’m a woman, Knox. We only need a few minutes to rain hell down upon men.

You plan to kill me one minute and then say you want me alive in the next. Now you want to kill someone for groping me? I don’t get you at all, Knox. You hate me, yet you protect me. You saved me so you could enslave me. You kiss me awake in the morning, and yet you promise to destroy me. You hate me because you want me,