Kings of Chaos

by Katie Ball

  “Will you to tell me about them?” Nothing from my past was good. It was pain upon pain. Bad things seemed to be attracted to me.

  Not until I found myself here. There were good things coming into my life now. Maybe that was because I found the place, I could call home.

  “The white rose… it’s for a boy. For Mason.” I felt him tense at the mention of me getting a tattoo for another boy. “I didn’t love him before you start thinking that. It’s not what this is about…I guess it’s guilt, sadness…regret.”

  Talon didn’t say a word. It was just like when he asked me about my mum. He stayed silent and let me delve into my dark past.

  “I knew Mason for years. We went through school together. He was kind, looked out for me. I didn’t get close to many people, but Mason was different. It’s like he could see right through me. Like he knew I was in a constant state of pain. He was the only friend I had.” Talon caressed my cheek, soothing me as I let him in.

  “When we got older, Mason would flirt with me. It was harmless. Well, it was from my point of view. I didn’t return the feelings. He never pushed himself on me, I was his friend first and foremost. Things changed though. When I was sixteen, all everyone ever talked about was sex and how amazing it was. How it blew their mind and how they wanted to do it over and over again. I hadn’t felt that. I only felt pain. For once, I wanted to feel more. I wanted to know how it was supposed to feel. I wanted it to feel good.” Holding on so tight to me, letting me know I wasn’t alone. He was right here with me. Taking a deep inhale of air, I continued.

  “Mason was always asking me to go over to his and study.” Talon scoffed.

  “Yeah, I know what a teenage boy means by study.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. I think everyone knew what that was code for.

  “I knew what he meant, and I always said no. Then one day…I said yes. I thought if I was going to try it with someone, I wanted it to be with Mason. He was kind and gentle, he would be nice to me. So, I put on a pretty dress and I went over to his house. My stepfather was out down the bar with his buddies, didn’t know what I was planning. I thought I would be back before he got home.” I had been wrong, very wrong. Mason paid the price for my mistake.

  “Me and Mason just talked for a little bit. He could tell I was nervous, scared even. He told me it was ok if I changed my mind. I hadn’t though, my mind was set.” In my head back then, I couldn’t back out. I wanted to feel good. Just for one moment, I wanted to be happy.

  Looking back. I wish I had never gone over there. Then I would never have had a reason to get this white rose tattooed on my arm

  “He took it slow. Not wanting to hurt me or rush anything. I just…remember laying there in my underwear. He kept asking if I was still ok. Before anything could happen though, Nathan kicked in his door. Dragging him off of me. Punching him…but it wasn’t just once. He kept hitting him, over and over and over again.”

  “Shit…” Was all Talon could say.

  “I remember screaming at him to stop but he didn’t listen. He just kept hitting. When he finally paused, he just dropped him to the floor like he was nothing. Mason didn’t even move. I couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not. I tried to go to him, wanting to check to make sure he was still alive. Nathan wouldn’t let me though. He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me out of there. Taking me home so in his words ‘he could reclaim what was his’. I found out later that Nathan had a tracker on my phone so he would always know where I was.” I felt the tears falling from my eyes now. Talon just wiped them away.

  “What happened to him?” I closed my eyes trying to hide my guilt as I remembered where Mason had ended up.

  “He was in a coma for over a month. He was declared brain dead and the only thing keeping him alive was the machines they had him hooked up on. His parents turned them off eventually. He wasn’t going to get better, he couldn’t. He died there that night.” Talon kissed my forehead, cradling my head against his chest. Clutching me to him as the tears spilled down my cheeks. Fresh pain at the memory of Mason. Guilt riddled my body, I always blamed myself. If I had stayed away, then he would still be alive.

  “I’m sorry that happened to both of you, he didn’t deserve to die like that.” No, he didn’t. Mason was a bright young mind. He had a promising life in front of him. Then it was taken away just like that…because of me.

  “When I showed up at his house that night, he gave me a single white rose. I never let anyone else close to me because I didn’t want them to end up the same way.” He clasped my cheek in his large rough hand. Yet, in this moment, his touch was so gentle.

  “Hazel, your safe here with me. When I get my hands on that bastard, I will make sure he can never hurt you again. I promise you this.” I leaned up, drawing him in for a kiss. Tasting the promise on his lips. His words weaved throughout my mind, showing me, he would deliver. He would kill Nathan, no matter what.

  “I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” He kissed my cheek, nuzzling against me.

  “Nothing is going to happen to me, love. No one will take me away from you.” I hope they didn’t. I wanted to be beside him for the rest of my life.

  “Good, I mean, I kind of like you.” Chuckling softly.

  “Just kind of?” I couldn’t help myself, I enjoyed teasing him.

  “I mean yeah. You’re ok I guess.” His hands grabbed my hip to keep me pinned there, then the tickling starting. I couldn’t help but laugh as I tried to fight him off. He wouldn’t be moved though.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Gasping out in between bouts of laughter.

  He suddenly pressed those sinful lips of his against my neck, causing me to still. Just from one kiss, my body flushed with heat. Warming up under his attention. A pool of hot white coils swirled within the pit of my stomach. His kiss made me bite my lip. Wanting more.

  “You sure you just like me?” Hovering over me now. His body against mine, igniting the ferocious flames between us. Gazing down at me with those enchanting emerald eyes.

  “I mean maybe a little more than like.” A cheeky grin on his face.

  “I’ll take it.” Leaning down, he whispered against my quivering lips. “Now about this other tattoo, can I see it?” My cheeks blushing.

  “If you really want to.” His fingers were playing along the hem of his shirt. Eager to start the search for my other tattoo.

  “I really do.” Staring down at me with those soft twinkling eyes of his. So, loving. It was almost like they were glowing in the dimmed light. They were so bright as they gazed into mine.

  “It’s at the top of my spine.” Placing my hands on his bare chest, running my fingertips across his silky skin. Loving the feel of him beneath my fingertips. “Before you see it, you should know I have a scar next to it.”

  I didn’t know how he would react to seeing it. I didn’t want him to be shocked or disgusted.

  “Hazel, we all have scars, I have plenty. Turn over for me, love.” He gently teased his fingers along the bottom of my shirt. Lightly brushing my thighs. Making me needy for him.

  Still underneath him, I rolled over. I shivered under him, feeling him straddle me. His hands trailed up the backs of my thighs, pushing the shirt out of the way. My arse cheeks were firmly exposed now, my lace underwear wasn’t hiding anything. His large hands palmed my arse as I grabbed hold of the pillow. Whimpering from his seductive touch. He gently slapped my arse making me giggle. His hands moved further up my body. I was becoming addicted to his enchanting touch.

  Moving the shirt higher up so my entire back was visible. His fingers instantly found my scars. Shutting my eyes as I remembered how it felt to gain every single of them. There was five cigarette burns on my right shoulder blade. That was one of my punishments when I didn’t act the way Nathan wanted me to act. He held me down and seared his mark into my shoulder. Burning my skin. Making sure I never forget. I had screamed out for him to stop but he never did. Enjoying every second of it, laughing the entire time.

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nbsp; Talon softly kissed my scars. Taking a deep shaky breath, trying to remain calm as his fingers traced over my tattoo. Admiring the dreamcatcher that I had engraved into my skin at the top of my spine.

  “Why a dreamcatcher?” He questioned.

  “I have so many bad dreams…I hoped that it would catch them all. Stop them from haunting me every night. The only problem was they weren’t dreams…they were memories.” He pressed his lips to my neck, making me moan for him. Feeling him pressed against me…I could feel all of him…every single inch.

  My mouth watered at the thought of him. I wanted to taste him, to have him in my mouth, for him to be inside me.

  “Do you still have them?” Struggling to breathe from the way he showered my neck with passionate kisses.

  “Not when I’m with you. You’re the only one who keeps them away.” One of his hands was next to my head, supporting himself. The other was holding on to my hip as he whispered in my ear.

  “Then I’ll hold you every damn night.” That sounded like heaven to me. “Turn over baby. I want to worship every inch of your body.”

  I did as I was told. Turning over once more. Locking eyes with him, loving the ravenous look he gave me.

  “Take your shirt off.” He commanded. Giving him what he wanted, I was way too eager to please my King.

  I wore nothing but my panties now. No wonder his eyes looked like they were on fire as they ran down my exposed body. I felt like I had a live wire coursing through me, making my body hum and shake with need.

  Biting my lip as he caressed the underside of my breast. I couldn’t decide where I wanted his touch more.

  A little higher…a little lower…maybe I just needed it everywhere.

  Knowing what I craved, Talon caressed my bare breasts. Rolling my hard-sensitive nipples between his fingers. Teasing me…tormenting me.

  Latching onto me, taking my achy mound into his warm mouth. Twirling his tongue around my taut bud, making my back bow off the bed. His teeth scraped my skin, nipping me ever so slightly. I couldn’t help but whine, I was a damn mess.

  “Talon.” Running my fingers through his hair, cradling him against my chest. Moving to my other breast now, not showing any favouritism.

  His eyes were so dark with lust, craving me. A fierce hunger evident in those twinkling green eyes.

  “Talon, don’t make me wait any longer.” He didn’t need to hear anything else. Our lips met in a fiery kiss. Explosive…scorching hot.

  Slowly, he moved away from my lips. Following along my jawline…down my neck…across my collarbone…between the valley of my breasts. Peppering light kisses over them before he moved further down. Over my rib cage…my hip bones, as his fingers played with the edge of my panties. Taking a little peek up at me. A wicked glint in his devilish eyes.

  “Are you wet for me, love?” I was soaking for him, my core beating with need.

  “Yes.” A mischievous smirk on his face.

  “Good, about time I devour you then.” Ripping my panties off, tossing them to the side.

  Under his heated gaze, I didn’t care. I felt fucking stunning. A Queen spread wide open for her King, completely at his mercy.

  He ran a finger along my slick folds, making me gasp. Keeping eye contact with me as he sucked my glistening juices off his single digit. I was transfixed on him. He looked like a man possessed once he got a taste of me.

  “Fuck, you taste so damn sweet.” Without warning, he lunged at me. His mouth on my throbbing sex. Moaning deeply when his tongue delved inside of me. My hands grabbing hold of the sheets. Head thrown back as he flicked that talented tongue across my sensitive bud.

  The way he growled as he pressed his face deeper between my legs. Like I was the most exquisite thing he had ever tasted, something he couldn’t get enough of.

  “Talon…oh fuck.” He chuckled against me; the deep vibrations of his laugh were too much. I couldn’t take it anymore. Crying out to the heavens. Coming apart at the seams for him. Hands gripping onto my hips to keep me right there, holding me against his face.

  “Your so fucking beautiful Hazel.” My breathing was laboured. Panting as if I had just hiked up a bloody mountain or something.

  The world felt like it had flipped upside. All thanks to Talon.

  “My Queen, I need to be inside you.” You don’t have to ask me twice, yes please.

  “Yes Talon…please.” Needy to have him buried deep down within me.

  “You are everything to me.” Perched at my entrance, our eyes locked with one another as he plunged himself deep within my core. Holding my breath as he filled me up. Stretching me around his impressive length. Clinging onto his broad shoulders. I couldn’t think straight.

  I could feel the ties binding us together.

  King and Queen.

  There would never be another for me or for him…just us…always us.

  Rolling his hips now, he was pure sin. The embodiment of carnal delight. My nails digging into his skin, urging him to keep moving. Needing that delicious rhythm. Grabbing hold of his hip, I pulled him in deeper, guiding him to find our perfect pace.

  “Fuck you feel so good, love…my own little slice of paradise.” He was ravenous. Biting me, leaving marks on my flesh. He was a savage animal. I wanted it all, yearned for it.

  “Don’t stop.” Groaning against my skin.

  “Never love.” His pace picked up; we were both close. Clamping around him, pulling him in deeper. Holding on so tight to him. Loving the way, he filled me up.

  One more stroke and colours exploded around us. Fireworks going off in every direction. Screaming out his name. Hearing him mumble mine against the curve of my neck. Climaxing together. His hips kept moving, pumping himself deep inside. I could see stars dancing around me.

  I held his head in the crook of my neck as we both slowed down. Finally coming to a stop. He was still lying on top of me as he tried to catch his breath, still buried inside me. It felt like heaven.

  “I don’t want to leave you yet. You feel like home.” He murmured against my neck. I found myself stroking his hair. I knew what he meant; it was like I had found the missing piece of me. I never wanted him to leave.

  “Then don’t leave me.” I felt him sigh as he cuddled in closer.

  “You know you’re my other half right.” I knew that, I felt it with everything I had.

  “So, does that mean I’m your girlfriend?” Gazing up into his love drunk eyes. Was that the effect I had on him?

  “You’re my Queen, my old lady. God, I’ll make you my damn wife tomorrow if that’s what you want.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at his nonchalant yet ernest tone. I mean, he was talking about some serious commitment here, but it didn’t scare him or even make him nervous. There was a certainty laced within his words.

  “There’s never going to be anyone else for me. Is there going to be anyone else for you?” He raised his eyebrow at me, knowing full well what I was asking.

  “You’re asking if I’m ever going to cheat on you?” I couldn’t help but worry about it.

  “I mean you have all those club girls around you. They all want you. I just…I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m not going to share you.” I felt him hardening once again, making me inner walls tingle with excitement. Whining as he moved his hips, causing a fresh bolt of passion to soar through me.

  “I will never want them, not when I have you. Though I like it when you get territorial. The way your eyes darken slightly, it’s a fucking turn on.” Of course, he would think that. I meant it though, he was mine and I wouldn’t share him…ever.

  “You know you’re playing with fire, right?” He sighed as he continued to move inside me, causing my thighs to tremble. Grabbing my legs, he wrapped them around his waist. Holding them there as he pushed himself in deeper.

  “Holy shit.” Cursing as he hit my perfect spot just right. The way he was taking me right now was so intense, the angle…lord almighty, it was incredible.

  “I’ll never
have enough of you love.” Promising his devotion to me. That no matter what, I would be his one and only.

  Within minutes, we were both spiralling out of control again. The amount of pleasure he had given me tonight, I felt like I could pass out. I wouldn’t though. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this.

  Before we knew it, we were both reaching the heavens in sheer bliss. Holding on tight to one another as we unravelled together once more.

  We both slumped back onto the bed, trying to catch our breath. Tucking me into his side, I curled up against him, feeling the warmth of his body. The heat that was just radiating off of him. I snuggled in closer if that was even possible. Dragging the sheet up over us.

  “Sleep tight baby.” He whispered against my forehead. Holding me until I fell asleep.

  Enjoying the ultimate peace that was washing over me. He had soothed my tortured soul. Healed my aching body. Like he had put the pieces of my broken spirit back together again. I would always be safe in his arms. Always be loved and protected by him. This was where I was supposed to be.

  This is where I was going to stay.

  Chapter Eighteen

  My body started to wake up. Something was pulling me back to reality. Away from my peaceful dreams. I felt desire pooling in my belly. I couldn’t help but gasp as I became fully aware of my body or rather what was happening to my body.

  Holy shit.

  My eyes sprung open. A little moan escaped my lips. Glancing down, I found Talon settled between my legs. His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding them wide open for him. Dark emerald eyes met mine as he ravished me with his tongue.

  “Talon.” I couldn’t control my hips as they rolled and bucked against his face. His sinful tongue making me wanton for more. Working me up good and proper. Sucking on my clit as I writhed against him. Hands holding me still, not wanting me to escape his greedy mouth. His tongue sunk so deep inside of me then. Lapping at my inner walls. Taking all, I had to give him.

  He was driving me crazy. My hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, trying to keep him where I needed him the most. That only spurred him on. He was like a wild animal, devouring me. His fingers were digging into the flesh on my thighs. He would leave little bruises, no doubt. I couldn’t wait to see them on my skin and have a reminder of how I got them. Remembering how Talon gripped onto me as he fucked me with his tongue.