Lord of Chaos (The Dragon Demigods Book 7)

by Charlene Hartnady

  I think he might be wrong on that note. I want to look at him. I want to see his body. His face. His eyes. Him. The whole ‘blood’ thing doesn’t scare me.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes,” I groan the word because…good god! At this rate, I think another orgasm might be possible. I moan in frustration when he puts both hands on my hips. My clit isn’t happy at all.

  His thrust comes out of nowhere. Rage tightens his hands slightly on my hips and is deep inside me half a second later. I grab at the bedding. My knees dig into the mattress. I yell something incoherent. It doesn’t hurt. I’m shocked. So shocked.

  It’s the opposite.

  It’s good.

  So good.

  I make strange noises as he starts to thrust into me with hard punchy movements. My eyes are very wide. So is my mouth. I’m battling to breathe again. My breasts are jerking hard with each thrust. I want to look at him so badly. Just one little peek.

  “Don’t!” Rage pushes out. His voice is deep and guttural.

  I snap my head forwards. Rage picks up the pace. He’s not playing with my clit anymore, but it feels…it feels… Oh…oh…sweet mother of god. I’m dizzy. I’m reeling. I can hear the wet sounds my body is making as he moves inside me. I’ve never made these wet noises before. Is it normal? Should I be embarrassed? It’s loud. So are the noises I’m making. I can’t stop. I just can’t. Pleasure thrums through me. It’s pleasure with a promise of more…so much more.

  Rage puts his hand on my lower back and presses down. His hand is digging into my hip. His thrusts are hard…maybe too rough for a human but not for me.

  I’m having to clench my teeth to stop myself from begging. I want to come again. I need to. Rage told me I wouldn’t. He warned me. Now that he’s inside me, I find I’m desperate.

  I plant my elbows into the bed to keep myself from being pushed onto my stomach. I’m in danger of being mashed right into the mattress. He is being rough. If it weren’t for his hands anchoring me, I’d fall onto my face. My arms are shaking from our weight. Rage didn’t lie when he said he would take me hard…that he would fuck me. Well, it is hard. It’s sweaty. It’s so good. If only I could breathe. If only I could stop making these noises. Like an animal to the slaughter. I find I don’t care.

  I feel a coiling, a tightening. Like my skin is too tight…too hot. It’s too much and not enough. Not nearly enough.

  “More!” I yell. I look down and catch a glimpse of where our bodies are joined. His cock is disappearing inside me. All the way in and then almost all the way out. It’s glistening. The wet sounds seem louder.

  “Like that, Nia?” Rage asks. He picks it up a notch or two. A human definitely couldn’t handle this…I don’t think.

  “Yes…oh…feels…good…” I love it. I’m mesmerized. In and out. I see his hand move back between my legs. He is stroking my clit. I’m so wet…so close…so…

  There it is.

  There.

  Right there.

  My orgasm takes me by storm. It’s sudden, harsh, and all-consuming, rushing through me like a wild, thundering river. I don’t make a sound. My voice is trapped in my throat.

  I hear Rage for the first time. He grunts once, and then he roars…it’s loud. It’s terrifying. His hands are on my hips. His fingers are pressing into my flesh.

  I’m moaning low and deep, pushing back onto his cock. Grinding against him. Still coming and coming. I’m grabbing onto the bedding. Clawing at the sheets. Saying garbled things.

  Then Rage is slowing. His thrusts are more circular but still deep. My orgasm is slowing too…still good…so good. He draws it out…pulling every drop of pleasure from me. I’m breathing hard. My boobs are mashed up against the mattress. My mouth is hanging open. My eyes are now closed. “So, this is why people do this,” I force the words out between pants and moans.

  His finger is easing off my clit. I can hear him breathing hard. He’s still moving. He makes an almost inaudible noise. I think it’s pleasure. It could be pain.

  It takes a few more long seconds before he stops moving altogether. He’s still breathing hard. His hands are still tight on my hips. I think he’s shaking a little.

  I risk a glance. His eyes are closed. There are two grooves between his eyes on his forehead. There is pleasure written all over his face. His mouth is pressed together. I watch for several seconds. I think I could look at him all day. He’s that beautiful. Such masculinity. Such power. I can almost feel it.

  His eyes flash open. He looks confused. The frown becomes more pronounced. I think I see shock.

  I know I’m shocked. I’m still humming from a second, more powerful orgasm. One I didn’t expect. One he didn’t expect to give me. Maybe that’s why he looks so shocked and confused. Must be.

  My eyes drift down from his face to the wound on his chest. It has opened back up. A few streams of blood are trickling down his torso. I must say, I somehow expected more. I see the dagger unused on the bed next to him.

  He spoke about blood spattering onto me, the bed, and the walls. It sounded like he planned on doing real damage to himself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad he didn’t. I’m just shocked that he didn’t.

  Rage pulls out of me and lets me go. I lie on my back. He looks down at himself and swallows thickly. “I guess my wound must be worse than I suspected.”

  That’s why he didn’t need to cut. “Are you…okay?”

  He nods. “It’s…it’s,” he touches one of the tracks of blood, “I’ll live.” Rage gets up. I notice that he’s still sporting a semi.

  He returns moments later with a warm washcloth, which he gives to me. “Thanks.” I clean up.

  Rage waits at the side of the bed. He takes back the washcloth and disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. I get under the covers. We’ve had a long day. I’m tired. I think the orgasms might also have something to do with it. My eyelids feel heavy. I know Gaire compelling me earlier also plays a big part in my exhaustion.

  Rage still looks upset when he gets back. Did I do something wrong? “Thank you for helping me, and for…for that.” I feel my cheeks heat. “It was…it was special.”

  He gives me a look that tells me I’m crazy. “I gave you an orgasm or two. That’s normal, Nia, it isn’t special.”

  “Of course.” That puts me firmly back in my place. I didn’t mean anything by it. “Well, thanks, anyway.” I turn away from him, burying myself into my pillow.

  “It was my pleasure,” he says. “I’m glad I was more in control than I thought I would be. That’s you. You calm me, somehow.” I hear shock laced in his words.

  Just like that, I go from feeling numb to feeling warm inside. I know Rage doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just trying to be nice. Still… I’ll take it. “Nos da,” I murmur to him.

  “Are you swearing at me again? Or calling me a bad name?” There’s humor there. I know there is.

  “No. Nos da means goodnight in Celtic.”

  “I’m moving up in the world.” He’s definitely smiling. I turn back, and his smile fades quickly. It’s still playing with his eyes, though.

  “Nos da,” he says to me.

  I turn back around; it’s my turn to smile. I snuggle into my pillows and am asleep in what feels like seconds.

  15

  Rage

  I toss and turn. I can’t fall asleep. What the fuck was that? What the hell!

  I know what it was, but I’m having trouble admitting it to myself. I turn over for the twentieth time.

  Nia is fast asleep. I envy her. Her chest is rising and falling in a deep rhythm. What a chest it is. Holy shit! Her hair is everywhere. She’s wild and beautiful. Like a stormy night.

  I love the taste of pussy.

  No, let me rephrase that. I love the taste of Nia’s pussy. I don’t need to taste another pussy ever again to know that hers is a winner. The fucking winner!

  I also know that these are dangerous thoughts. Especially off the back of that orgasm. The most e
pic orgasm of my life. I didn’t have to slash myself. Open a vein. Push on a fresh wound to get there. I didn’t need blood to run from my body. Turns out, all I needed was her. Nia.

  I turn around, trying not to be too aggressive. I want to hit my pillow. I want to get up and run, fly… whatever it takes to quell this turbulence inside. Nia may have had a couple of firsts tonight, but so did I. So. Did. I.

  I went down on her.

  I orgasmed without pain.

  No condom.

  I’m still in the same bed.

  No sleep, but still here. More importantly, I want her again. I’m a ‘one and done’ kind of a guy. Coming is difficult for me. I don’t always get there. Twice has always been impossible. Yet, I’m hard right now. My balls are aching. I try to make excuses as to why I came so easily. Why I’m hard right now. The biggest one of all is the lack of a condom. Bareback is amazing, but it’s not ‘exploding balls’ amazing. My balls almost exploded with Nia. There’s one more thing that was a first for me…the roar. That loud as fuck roar. I never make so much as a sound. I couldn’t stop it. That orgasm tore through me…tore it out of me. I’m reeling. What happened?

  I finally fall asleep because when my eyes open again, there’s some light in the room. It’s filtering between the curtains, which are not completely shut. I think that—

  I hear a moan. I know that moan. I don’t move anything except my eyes. Holy fuck!

  Her hand stops moving, and she sucks in a breath. “Um…sorry. You looked like you were still fast asleep.”

  I turn to face Nia. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair is all around her on the pillow. Her dark nipples are tight and so in my face that I start to salivate.

  I’ve caught her masturbating. Her hand is still firmly between her legs. Her magnificent chest is heaving. She swallows hard. “I was afraid I might forget how to…” She stops talking and bites her lip.

  “How to…?” I lift my brows.

  “How to come. Since I’m never having sex again, I wanted to be sure I knew how to do it on my own while things are still fresh in my mind.”

  “How’s it going?” I prop myself up on my pillow and turn on my side so that I can see her better.

  “Good…not nearly as good as you, but better than before.”

  “Better than before?” I lift my brows.

  Her cheeks heat up a whole lot.

  She clears her throat. “Um…yes…better.” She looks a little crestfallen. “I’ve tried before…to…you know.”

  “Masturbate?”

  She nods. “Um…yes…but it didn’t work. Now that I know I can orgasm, that I have the ability…I…um…thought I would try again.” She looks sheepish. Her cheeks are a bright red.

  “You should plant your feet and open your legs wider. And then…” I take her hand from between her legs and bring it to my mouth. I suck on her fingers. Fuck, but she tastes good. “Lube,” I say. “Spit works just fine. It’s better when your fingers are wet.”

  She opens her legs like I said and puts her hand on her pussy. I watch her fingers disappear between her folds. Nia’s eyes widen, and she moans. I’ll be fucked if the sound doesn’t go straight to my cock.

  “You’re right.” Her eyes are gorgeous. So full of lust right now that I want to climb onto her and finish her off.

  I don’t.

  “You should experiment a little. Try being a bit firmer. Try softer.”

  I watch her hips jerk forward, and her eyes widen. I see her finger move faster.

  “That’s it,” I encourage her. I can see by how her chest is heaving that she isn’t too far off. “Some women find that they orgasm harder with nipple stimulation.”

  “Nipple simulation,” she pants, her hand still working her clit.

  My balls are in my throat. My dick is throbbing. This is torture. I nod, dipping my head. I lick and softly suck on one of her tight nubs.

  I’m gifted with a groan from Nia. “Oh…yes…” More panting. “That does feel good…so good.”

  “Try it. Use your free hand to fondle your breast. Gently pinch your nipple between your fingers.”

  She squeezes on her tit a couple of times. I think if I so much as run my hand down my cock I will shoot off. It can’t be, though. My wound is mostly healed. It’s an angry scar this morning. I can’t come without my blade.

  Then she pinches her nipple. Her hips jerk forward, and she makes this noise that I feel in my balls. “Oh…oh…yes…I felt that between my legs.” She pinches softly again, making the same noise. “I think I’m getting there.” Her hips are rocking forward. Her hand has gone back to squeezing her full globe.

  “Push two fingers inside yourself,” I tell her.

  “I’m…going to…come.” Her hand is strumming her clit.

  “I promise you’ll come soon. Finger yourself.”

  She swallows hard and nods once. Her hand dips down, and I watch with fascination as she sinks two fingers inside herself. “I’m wet,” she whispers, sounding in total awe. I see her hand moving. She groans.

  “That’s good,” I say. I put a hand on her belly, my fingers brushing her pubic hair. “Turn your fingers so that they are rubbing up here…where my hand is, but from the inside.”

  By the look on her face, I can see she’s getting there for sure. “Oh, god… Oh…” She says a few words in Celtic. They sound like cuss words. Then she is moaning and whimpering.

  I smile. “One of your g-spots.”

  “I…have a…g-spot?” she says, her voice animated. Her hand is moving quicker. Her eyes are wide. Her breathing is ragged.

  I take her other hand off her breast and suck on her fingers. “Rub on your clit. Keep fingering yourself.”

  She does exactly what I tell her. As soon as her fingers touch her clit, her mouth drops open, and her eyes widen. She fingers herself harder and faster. I watch Nia come. Another first for me. I’ve never watched a woman come. They always face the other way.

  It’s the most beautiful, seriously fucking sexy thing I have ever seen. Her back bows. Her tits shake. Her face has a look of rapture. The noises she makes almost have me shooting off.

  I watch in fascination as she comes down. I’m taking every part of her in, from her eyes to her face to her glorious body. She finally stops moving, her arms flopping to her sides. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are hazy. “Oh…my…oh…” she’s whispering between pants. “I could do that all day.”

  “Fuck it,” I growl as I turn her onto her belly.

  “What? What are you doing?” She sounds dazed.

  “I think we might need to reiterate all of these lessons with my cock inside you.”

  “Oh…” She doesn’t sound too sure. “Um…okay.”

  “Unless you don’t want sex. I would be okay with that. I would understand,” I mumble like an idiot. I won’t put pressure on her or force her. She’s had a rough time of it.

  “I would…really like to have more sex.” Her voice is husky. She still sounds unsure. “It’s just that I thought last night was a one-time thing.”

  It should have been. I should stop this madness, but I need this. I think we both do. I can’t help but think that we are somehow good for each other. “I think once more would be okay. It’s to be sure you can get there yourself. No sex for the rest of your life is one thing. No orgasms…that would be a shame.”

  “That would be a shame. I definitely need another lesson, just to be sure.”

  Alright then. I consider reminding Nia of her safe word. The only reason I asked her to think of one was that I thought it would help empower her. She needs more of that. I might have hard sex, but I’m not into hurting women. I save that for myself. I decide to leave it. I think she knows she’s safe with me. I hope she knows. I take my dagger off the side table and put it on the bed, ready for when the time comes. With her, I don’t think I’ll need it till the end.

  Nia is on her belly on the bed. Her ass is the thing fantasies are made of. I hook an arm around her middle and
lift her a little off the mattress. I’m between her legs. I crouch over Nia. Her pussy is a deep pink color. It’s glistening wet.

  I’m caging her in, My arms on either side of her. I plunge inside her, and my eyes roll back in my head. She’s tight as fuck, only it’s more pronounced in this position, instead of on her knees. I groan, gripping the sheets on either side of her. She feels that good. I give her a few seconds to adjust to my size. If I’m honest, I’m also giving myself time to…to…I’m having to stop myself from coming.

  What.

  The.

  Hell.

  I start moving. I have to work with each stroke to keep myself under control. I take my time, going far slower. Far more carefully than I ever have before. A few minutes later, sweat is dripping off of me. I’m shaking. I want to come so badly. I slide my hand under Nia. I find her clit, and I get going on it. I’m desperate for her to come. I can’t leave her hanging. I won’t!

  Thankfully, it doesn’t take long after that before her whole body is tensing. Before her pussy is fluttering around my cock and then clamping down on it like a silken vice. I can barely move she’s so damned tight. She’s groaning my name.

  It feels like heaven. I’m ashamed to say that I roar again. I think I might even pop a few scales on my chest. My eyes are tightly shut. I keep moving, keep feeling. So fucking good!

  I realize that it happened again. This time I can’t use my chest wound as an excuse. I grab the knife and slice my bicep. The cut isn’t particularly deep or long. Blood wells and drips. I’m sure to keep moving.

  Nia finally collapses onto the bed. She’s breathing hard.

  I’m freaking the fuck out. What’s wrong with me? When a person has been a certain way their whole life, that becomes the norm. Even if a whole lot of things about them aren’t normal, those fucked up things become normal to them.

  Cutting myself to come. Not just cutting, slashing. I usually have to rip into myself. Sometimes more than once. It’s bloody. It’s disgusting. It’s my normal.

  This.

  This right here is wrong. It’s just plain wrong.