Lord of Chaos (The Dragon Demigods Book 7)

by Charlene Hartnady

  I’m still holding his cock in my hand. I tug on it. Rage’s eyes close, and he groans. “What do you think?”

  He nods once. “I’d say it’s a yes.”

  “It’s a more equal footing when two hellhounds are together.” I palm his member again, letting my hand slide from base to tip. I watch as Rage’s pupils dilate, making his eyes seem even darker. He makes this noise of pleasure. It’s like he’s trying to hold back somehow. Like the sound is being trapped in his throat.

  “Maybe Mam had it wrong,” I say. I’m feeling brazen, which is unlike me when it comes to sex. I’m not sure what it is, but I feel desired and sexy when I’m with Rage. I drop to my knees.

  His eyes widen. His mouth drops open just a little.

  “I think that perhaps if you come in my mouth, between my breasts, and on my back, it might work just as well.” I lift my brows. I’m hoping I’m right, but I’m not sure. We need to try.

  He chuckles. “You’re expecting a lot in less than two hours.”

  “I have faith that you can do it,” I say, taking his tip into my mouth. I see his whole body tighten. I glance up and see his Adam’s apple bob.

  “I might want to come inside you,” he rasps. “With a condom…of course.”

  I give his cock a nice deep suck before pulling away. He groans really low, like he’s still holding back. “Since I’m going to be celibate for the rest of my life, I’m going to need all the sex I can get,” I’m teasing. I don’t want to be celibate anymore. Now that I know that sex is this good, I’m going to do it for sure. I’ll be sure to guard my heart. I can’t go falling in love and messing up my life again.

  No way!

  I deepthroat Rage. He groans deeply. I pull away, remembering something important. “Do you need your dagger?” I still think it’s a little strange that he needs to cut himself to come. Then again, this is Rage; he does seem to be into self-condemnation. He’s hard on himself. Doesn’t give himself a single break, ever. So, I guess it’s not that farfetched that he needs pain to experience pleasure. I lick his tip, my eyes on his. His mouth is a little open. His hands are curled up tightly at his sides, as if he’s trying to stop himself from gripping my head.

  He clears his throat. “I think your mouth will work just fine.”

  I suck on his tip a couple of times, careful not to catch him with my teeth. Maybe the cutting is just during sex. It is baffling. I don’t see how this is all that different. I soon get so caught up in giving Rage a blowjob that I forget about the blade, the cutting, and everything else. I palm his balls and deepthroat him. Rage is groaning and grunting. His hips are rocking a little. His hands are still tight fists at his sides. I can hear his breathing over the spatter of the water. “Nia…shit…that feels good,” he groans. I look up, and his head is resting against the shower wall. He grips my head with one of his big hands. “So…so…good,” he moans. His hand tightens a little on my head, but he doesn’t try to pull on me or to hold me in place. “I’m going to come.” His hips are rocking a little faster, and his voice sounds strained. He grits his teeth for a few seconds, “Going to…” Then he is groaning deep and coming in my mouth.

  I’m swallowing him down. My hand is stroking his base, and my mouth keeps working his tip.

  “Holy shit!” Rage groans. “Fuck, Nia!” He lets go of my head; his hips are rocking forward. When I look up, I see him watching me intently. His face is pulled tight with pleasure. “You’re…” He grunts. I keep going. “You’re so beautiful.”

  I let go, stroking him with my hand. “Only a man would think that a woman was beautiful with her mouth stretched wide around his cock.” I grin.

  He smiles back. It’s tight. “Naked, wet, with your lips wrapped around me. It doesn’t get more beautiful…or sexier… It doesn’t get better, except maybe…” He leans down and picks me up, turning me and putting my back against the tiles. “I have a feeling you might be more beautiful with my cock inside you.”

  His hand is between my legs. He’s stroking on my clit.

  I moan. His eyes are on me. Watching me with such intensity…such interest that it threatens to take my breath away.

  “Put your legs around me, Nia.” I do as he says. He anchors me against the wall. I’m breathing hard. His finger is relentless. I’m already close to coming. It’s only been a few hours since we last had sex. I don’t know myself right now.

  He slips a finger or two inside me. I close my eyes and moan.

  “You like that?” Rage whispers.

  “Yes,” I moan the word. He fingers me, his thumb still stroking my clit. I’m so close to coming. Then his hand is closing on my thigh, and he’s pushing inside me. I’m looking into his eyes, feeling him go deep within me.

  He grunts as his cock slides home, as his hips hit mine. His jaw is tight. His eyes are blazing. “Your rules…” I suck in a breath. “What about all of your rules?”

  I’m not supposed to be looking at him. I’m supposed to be on my knees.

  “Rules are made to be broken, Nia,” he practically whispers. His mouth is so close to mine.

  I don’t know how I feel about this. I was upset before when he treated me like a Kitty. Like one of many. This doesn’t feel right either. “But—”

  “We need to break this bond, which means we may need to break a few rules.” He pulls back and then slides in. “Are you okay with that?”

  Yes.

  No.

  Maybe.

  It does make sense. “Yes,” I finally murmur. “I guess that makes sense.” My heart is beating fast at the prospect. I’m not sure if it’s because the idea has me excited or afraid. Probably a little of both.

  He starts to move. Slow and easy. I see pleasure flare in his eyes, which are on mine. This feels like a whole lot of something. Like more than it should be. His eyes are on my mouth now as he begins to move a little faster and with a lot more purpose.

  Jesus and all the saints. Holy mother of… I’m already close to coming. My legs are shaking with the need.

  Rage’s eyes are still on my lips. I think he’s going to—

  “Love! Love!” I yell. I sound a touch panicked as I shout the safe word we agreed on just yesterday.

  He doesn’t just stop. He pulls out. “Are you okay?” He’s still holding me in his arms. “Did I do something wrong?” He’s frowning heavily.

  “No…yes…it looked like you were going to…” It seems stupid now. “…um…kiss me.” There needs to be a line. A firm line. Kissing would mean crossing that line.

  I won’t do it!

  He snorts. “I wasn’t. I wouldn’t.” His voice is deep and guttural. “We can stop now if you want. I can turn you around and—”

  “No…that’s fine. I just think that the ‘no kissing’ rule should probably stay in place.”

  “I agree.” He snorts in a way that makes me feel silly for thinking he wanted to kiss me in the first place.

  “I’ll take that orgasm now.”

  He smiles for half a second and then rubs on my clit while he slides back inside me. It’s like he never left. Or maybe I never want him to leave. Maybe sometime in the future, I could call Rage up for a hook-up. I think that’s what they call them in this country. Hook-ups. As I think that thought, I realize it would never work. I’m panting. My hands are on his shoulders.

  His cock is pushing in and out. That coiling is happening. Inside me. In my belly. My skin is feeling tight. My body hot. Rage doesn’t move too quickly. His thrusts are slow and deep.

  His eyes…it’s his eyes. So intense. It’s the lust, the desire, the pleasure in their depths that has me spiraling out of control. It’s a slow build and then a slow yet powerful release. My hands close on his shoulders as my channel begins to spasm. My mouth drops open, and then I’m groaning his name. My orgasm seems to go on and on and on. My head falls back, and my eyes flutter closed. I’m making these soft, keening noises as I come down.

  Rage turns off the water. He holds me against him. His
still-hard cock is inside me. He walks into the bedroom.

  He grabs a condom off the dresser. He must have put them there when we came into the bedroom earlier. I didn’t notice.

  Then he’s sitting on the bed, I’m on his lap. He pulls out on a low grunt and is rolling a condom over his impressive length. “Ride me, Nia,” he says. There’s a shyness about the way he says it that has my heart racing, “I would really love it if you sat on my dick. You decide how hard or soft…fast or slow…I want you to take what you want from me.”

  I’ve never done anything like this. Gaire always had full control. It was always him taking what he wanted.

  Despite my orgasm, I feel a zing, and my clit tightens. “No rules,” I whisper.

  “No rules.” He shakes his head, drops of water are running down his face and chest. He is magnificent. From his eyes to his wide shoulders and impressive abs.

  “What about your dagger?” I ask, “Don’t you need it?” I saw him unstrap his blade back in the bathroom. It’s still there.

  “I don’t need it,” he says. “I have you.”

  “You have me?” I frown. I’m not sure what he means. “I thought you needed to feel pain to come. That you needed to bleed?”

  “A person can bleed in more ways than one, Nia.”

  I’m still not sure what he means. “I won’t hurt you,” I tell him as he puts his hands on my hips, lifting me up.

  “Don’t be too sure.” He smiles. He looks sad for a moment, and then it’s gone. Rage thrusts into me from below. Once again, I’m shocked to my core. How can this feel so good? So right? And so soon.

  His finger is on my clit. His eyes are on mine. My breasts jerk and shake with each thrust. “Nia,” he whispers my name. His eyes are taking me in. Like he can’t get enough. Like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. His hands are touching me everywhere. My breasts, my nipples. My back. My sex.

  I arch my back and rock into him. I open up to him. I feel him…deep inside. It doesn’t take long, and I am tumbling over the edge. Rage is with me. His jaw tightens as he groans, his whole body goes rigid. His hands close over my hips. His eyes are still on mine. This feels too much like a moment. Too much like something it can never be. I look away. I close my eyes. I close my heart. Gaire needs to die today. This needs to be over. I need to move on.

  Rage is wrapping his arms around me. He’s burying his face in my chest. He’s still moving. It’s suffocating. I need air. I pull away, pushing at his chest. “I need to clean up,” I mumble. “I need…” to get away. I get up and go to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I lean back against the cool wood. I can’t seem to catch my breath, and it has nothing to do with just having exerted myself.

  I wash my face with water. I almost don’t recognize myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed. I have this look about me that I can’t put my finger on. I can’t have sex with Rage again. If the bond is still too heavily in place, I will need to find someone else. I’ve never been one to sleep around, but if it’s what I need to do to break this bond, then it’s how it has to be. It can’t be Rage. It can never be Rage again. It’s too dangerous for me to be with him.

  I feel marginally better now that I’ve made a decision. It feels right. Whatever is happening between Rage and I feels very, very wrong. I need my independence. I need it more than I need anything else right now. I need to be me.

  I splash my face one more time, using a towel to dry off. Then I go back into the bedroom, stopping in my tracks. Rage is gone. I think I catch a whiff of ozone.

  No!

  No!

  No!

  I grab Rage’s shirt at my feet. It’s the closest thing to me. I pull it on as I run out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I shout Jarrod’s name at the top of my lungs, almost falling down the last few steps.

  “What’s wrong? What happened?” Jarrod meets me at the bottom of the stairs. “I heard some noise, but I thought you were fucking,” he shouts.

  “Did you see Rage? Did he come down?” I say as quickly as I can. I’m in full panic mode at this point.

  “No.” Jarrod shakes his head. “He didn’t come down. You mean he’s not up there with you?”

  “No!” I yell, “I think Gaire has him! Oh, my god! I think Gaire took him. I could smell ozone.”

  Jarrod pushes a few buttons on his phone and then puts it to his ear. “Nia says that Gaire took Rage.”

  Death appears about two seconds later, his phone still pressed to his ear.

  19

  Rage

  Where the hell am I?

  More importantly, why am I still breathing?

  I’m feeling slightly light-headed after being teleported, but otherwise, I’m okay. “What’s going on?” I ask. We’re on a cliff at the ocean. It’s beautiful. The sky is an amazing azure blue. A light breeze is blowing, and it’s fucking cold. I wrap the sheet tighter around myself, trying to stave off a case of gooseflesh on steroids. “Why are we here?” One second I was lying in bed, and the next, boom, I was here with this prick. I’m getting sick of being teleported. I’m getting sick of all the bullshit.

  “Why not come here?” Gaire says, taking in the view. He’s relaxed. Like we’re on holiday. “I’ve always loved this part of the world.” He folds his arms across his chest. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

  I grunt in affirmation. “Where are we?” I think I know. I want to be sure.

  “Wales. Some of the best hellhounds are born and bred on these soils.” Gaire turns and looks over the land. I do the same, keeping an eye cocked on him. It’s very green, with craggy mountains and what looks like a small village in the distance. No wonder it’s so cold. We’re in Wales.

  “Let’s cut the bullshit,” I say.

  “Relax.” He smiles. “I brought you here to talk, not to fight or to argue.”

  “You’re not someone I want to talk to. I have absolutely nothing to say to you.”

  “Are you sure about that?” he asks, cocking a brow.

  This fucker is getting on my last nerve. “I’m sure, but since you’re going to say your piece anyway, you should speak. Make it quick.”

  “You have somewhere you would prefer to be?”

  “Yes, inside Nia.” I deadpan.

  His whole demeanor changes. I watch every hackle come up. Every muscle tighten. I see a nerve tic in his jaw.

  “You don’t love her, so what do you care,” I say. “You should leave her alone. Walk away. I’m this close,” I hold my fingers together, “to getting all of my brothers involved. I’m pretty sure a couple of dragons would join in as well. As a collective we—”

  “You’d be signing all of their death warrants,” he interjects. “I’m strong and fast, but that’s not why I’ll win. You can’t kill someone unless you can see them coming. I’ll take heads from shoulders and hearts from chests. I’ll make you watch until every last one of them is dead, and then I’ll still take Nia from you. I’ll incapacitate you, and then I’ll fuck her while you watch. I’ll make her kill you once I’m done. I think that girl has a soft spot for you. It’ll haunt her every day. You don’t want to do that to poor Nia, do you? It’ll ruin her life.”

  I feel my blood run cold. I can see that he means it. I’m itching to kill him. I know if I lay so much as a hand on him, he’ll teleport. He’ll come back invisible and take me out. I’ll be dead before I know what’s hit me. The only reason I’ve survived against him thus far is that he toyed with me. Also, because Death has saved my bacon every time. I ran like a fucking coward.

  Gaire laughs. He must see my defeated expression. My anger and sheer frustration. I want to hurt him so badly. My hands itch. My muscles bunch. My adrenaline surges. I’ve never been this incensed. This fucking helpless. “What the hell do you want? If you’re going to kill me, then do it now.” I will fight back. I will try. You never know. I’m ready for this prick. I’ll die trying to end him.

  “Calm down. I didn’t bring you here to fight you, or you’d be dead.”
He’s smirking. Such an arrogant cocksucker. “I wanted to show you Wales, home of the hellhound. You can find yourself a replacement if you love the bitch so much.”

  I clench my teeth and fold my arms to stop myself from attacking him. A jerk like Gaire would assume a person could be so easily replaced. “If you feel that way, why not choose another hound for yourself?” he shrugs. So nonchalant it’s sickening.

  He shakes his head. “I already have a hound.”

  “Then we have ourselves a problem.”

  “I had a suspicion you would feel this way,” he says. “I brought you here to offer you a deal.”

  “What kind of deal?” I can hear the skepticism in my voice.

  “It’s something you want. Something you desire more than anything.”

  This is bull! “You don’t have anything I want or need.”

  “Are you sure about that, Rage…lord of war?” his eyes narrow on mine.

  I pull in a deep breath. “I have a feeling you’re going to tell me whether I want to hear it or not, so out with it.”

  I don’t like the smug look in his eyes.

  I don’t like it one bit.

  “I want Nia. Let’s start there. I need a hellhound at my side. Makes my job easier. I’ve grown…attached to her.”

  “I think it’s probably a case of wanting something you can’t have.”

  “Oh…don’t misunderstand, I can have her. I’m her master. She’s mine. It’s already a forgone conclusion.” He rubs a hand over his face.

  If that were really true, I wouldn’t be here.

  “One way or another, the bitch is mine. It’s just that I have a job to do. Right now, I’m pissing off Hades with all of this cat-and-mouse nonsense. I want this to end. I want my dog, and then life can get back to normal. I’d like to offer you something in return for the hellhound.”

  “I’m listening.” He can’t offer me anything. Not a single thing. I’m not sure why he’s wasting his time. Thing is, I need to buy myself time. I don’t want to die on these cliffs today. I’m going to play along. Make it seem like I might be interested. Then I’ll tell him I need time to think about it.