“Just because she’s a goddess doesn’t make her opinion right. Our realms run on magic, and we are the ones who feed them magic. We’re here, in a foreign realm that doesn’t need magic. The books I have read say, if the magic is removed from the Nine Realms, it will cease to exist. So why are the creatures who feed magic to the Nine Realms, here and not where we are needed? It seems wrong to me. I get that Hecate wanted this realm to be one of ours, but we’ve been here long enough to create magic in this one, and yet it rejects us.
“We’ve created magic within humans, sure, but they are not like us. They’re not immortal. Witches are Wiccan’s, our human counterpart. That in itself shows we are failing to do as she wished, but then we are not her; we cannot make immortals without her presence. So, in conclusion to those findings, we should take our ass’s home where we belong and power the realms as we are supposed to be doing.”
Knox narrowed his eyes on my lips and then shook his head slowly, as if he didn’t agree with my findings. “And which realm calls to you the most?”
“It’s actually crazy,” I laughed, staring at him with mirth as a smile slipped over my lips.
“Which realm, Aria?” he repeated, his eyes watching me carefully.
“Norvalla,” I admitted softly. “It’s rumored to hold the most magnificent beasts in all of creation. The land is ripe for growing food, and the forest is filled with wild animals to provide meat. It also never gets cold, and I don’t like the cold. I crave heat to kiss my flesh and sun to warm it.”
“Something as wild and untamed as you would crave a realm that matches,” he breathed, gazing at me for a moment before he frowned. He handed me the spell, and I glanced at it and then glanced again.
“The blood of a hymen from a Hecate bloodline witch?” My mouth went dry as I frowned deeper, scrunching up my forehead as I read it several more times to be sure I’d read it correctly.
“Lucky for us, we have a witch who is a virgin right in our hands.” He stood, staring at me with a dark look in his eyes. “I’m leaving for a few days. I expect your hymen to be properly punctured when I get back; if not, I’ll do it my-fucking-self. Do you understand me?”
“But… I don’t have anyone I want to sleep with. I can just do it myself,” I nodded as my hands trembled with the vellum in it. Of all the shit luck to have, why the hell would it require that?
“Do you honestly think that will work?” he asked indifferently, narrowing his eyes at my trembling hands.
“No,” I sighed, studying the spell. “That explains why it needs to be blessed every fifty years. It might also explain why I ended up stuck with my virginity until mere days before my twenty-fifth birthday. On the plus side, I won’t die a virgin.”
“You won’t die, not unless…”
“I know, Knox. I won’t die unless you end my life. What if I can’t do it, what if I end up getting sick? What if I’m bad at it?” I asked carefully, wincing at the thought.
“Then you’ll be mine the moment I return and not a second later. I want my fucking house back.”
“And the creatures or people hunting me?”
“I’ll know the second you’re in mortal danger, or in your case, immortal,” he said, nodding toward the door. “Out, I have shit to get done before I can leave.”
“Who do I choose?” I asked, and he slammed his hands on the table, sending the dishes clattering to the floor.
“I don’t fucking care who you choose,” he snarled, but his voice echoed as if he struggled to contain something. “You’re not my problem, witch. The only reason I haven’t snapped that neck of yours is that someone powerful wants you alive. If it was my choice, I’d have run my blade through your throat and watched your fucking head bounce off the ground as it left your neck.”
“Understood,” I whispered softly, walking away. At the door, I paused, turning to look at him, where he watched me with darkness in his eyes. “I hope you choke on a pineapple, prick.”
I left the room before he could see the tears shining in my eyes or the pain his words had inflicted. Ignoring the looks of the others, I entered the room and shed the dress the moment I did. Staring at the door, I let the tears fall as anger and pain collided.
My hands lifted to my hair, and I pushed it away from my face, gasping as Knox entered, staring into my eyes. I spun around, shielding him from my naked breasts and presented him with my scantily garter-covered backside. I wiped at my eyes, hating that he’d seen the tears before I’d been able to prevent it.
“Get the fuck out,” I whispered through the closing in my throat as I wrapped my arms around myself, waiting for him to leave. “Please?” I needed to keep whatever pieces of my dignity were left, and then I had to go ask a stranger to take what no one else had been given. Even worse than that, I’d have to ask him to collect the blood and preserve it. As if it wouldn’t be embarrassing enough to sleep with a total stranger and have to face him afterward.
“Brander, pick him,” he said, leaving the room silently.
Chapter 26
Knox
Everything inside of me wanted to claim, fuck, and destroy that little witch. I’d craved nothing else as much as I did the need to wreck Aria Hecate. Her full mouth taunted me, begging for a cock to push between her pouty lips and fuck that sass out of her fast and hard, ending her taunts violently.
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’d break apart. I’d enjoy watching the end result of what she became when she shattered. I wanted to watch those pretty eyes turn colors as she rode my cock, discovering the pleasure of it as she watched herself coming undone around me, clenching me tightly.
Aria was delicate. I wasn’t.
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 and ageless death.
Aria smirked; I bared my teeth. She didn’t shy away, but she knew damn well that she should, yet didn’t. She baited me, and fuck if I didn’t want to bite down hard.
Braver men had died for taunting me. Aria tilted her head, taunting me with the delicate curve of her throat, and she was very aware that I could end her life easily. Did it stop her from tempting me? No, she pushed back, waiting, watching to see if I would come unhinged.
I wanted to go toe-to-toe with her just fucking once in the bedroom. I wanted to know if she’d be barebones or if, when I let the mask of humanity slip, she’d run from me. Would she run away with whatever I’d left of her that was still undamaged? I’d make her fucking roar for me, showing her exactly what it felt like to be fucked to nothing more than a trembling mess. She’d fucking tremble for me, and I’d watch her, doing so with no regret.
Aria was pure innocence and I wanted to corrupt her in the most delicious, basic way. I wanted to debase everything pure within her and see what she did with it. See if she unraveled and liked the end result. I wanted to feel her as she changed, wanted to watch her eyes widen as she realized she could never go back to before I fucked her. And I would fuck her; I’d wreak havoc on her senses, destroying her thoughts of what gentle and sweet was, replacing them with new thoughts. She’d know what being owned felt like, being brutally fucked and savaged until she no longer craved gentleness and sweetness from a man.
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.
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I had no trouble ignoring the scent of breeding bitches, but Aria, her scent had me rock hard with the need to fuck her since the moment I smelled her in my domain. I’d driven outside of the town barrier to figure out what that delicious scent was. Then she’d fucking challenged me, then dropped her name, and I’d felt the punch of it in my balls.
I hated her the moment that name slipped off her pretty pink lips. 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.
Her screams filled my dreams; to hear her pain mixing with pleasure as I pushed through that pesky barrier and slammed into her hard enough that she’d always feel me there. Yeah, I fucking wanted that more than I wanted air to fill my lungs.
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.
Whiskey, that little bitch smelled like the finest whiskey ever aged into perfection. You didn’t drink that kind of whiskey and not crave it again. You got addicted, needed to taste it until you were drunk from it. You didn’t sip it; you fucking swallow it down until you take every drop that is offered.
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.
The pain she’d feel excited me and kept my dick hard for her. My hand on her throat, watching as fear slipped into that brilliantly clever mind she kept hidden from others. She can’t hide it from me. I’ve seen moments of her brilliance, the way she observed me as if she knew her clock was ticking down slowly. I was pacing outside the cage that protected her, counting down every second until I got the order to destroy her, and fuck, would I enjoy doing precisely that.
Someone powerful within the Nine Realms wanted her alive, protected. 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.
She demanded to know what I was. She thought something was hiding within me, but there isn’t. I was more than she could see on the surface, and she knew that the monster inside of her craved me. I didn’t hide it when we were alone. I let her hear the rattle from deep inside my chest. The noise my kind made when it wanted its next victim, and she’d be the perfect fucking victim. Her pouty lips excited me. The flame dancing within the shadows of her eyes ignited the fire inside me.
I’d fucking destroy her. Leave her in so many broken pieces that she’d spend her days trying to rearrange them into what they had been before I’d fucked her perception of who she was.
There would be another version of her created in my bed; the Aria before I fucked her and the Aria after I had fucked her.
I waited.
Counting down until her destruction would be complete.
Devouring her without even touching her flesh, and yet she didn’t understand that it was happening. I craved her mind, her pain, and fuck if I didn’t want more than that.
As a basic rule, I didn’t fuck witches, not unless I had hidden motives. Still, whatever Aria was hiding within her called to me viscerally. It watched me, learning me without her even knowing it had awoken. She looked sweet, innocent, but she’s a monster like me. That creature which was peering back at me when I looked at her? It was fucking feral, untrained, and unkind.
It was a ticking time bomb within her, set to detonate in a realm it doesn’t belong to, in a realm it would seek to destroy.
She was pink lace, it was black leather.
Aria was innocent nibbles, it was fucking starving.
She was curious, it was fucking interested.
They couldn’t be more different if they tried.
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.
Aria fucking rattled, which was rare and even more so considering her tender age. The noises drove me insane, and fuck if I didn’t answer the call to her creature willingly. I wanted to see it, to discover if it would be primal, unbreakable, and so much fucking more.
I hadn’t heard a female creature rattle in over six hundred years, and those who could have lost their ability. Yet Aria answered my beast, and fuck if it hadn’t made my dick hard to respond to a female’s call.
The issue was, I had no fucking idea what she was or how she could do it. Mimics could make the sound, but it never demanded a response. Her noises excited, aroused, and elicited a visceral response that couldn’t be ignored—and that pissed me off.
The monster within her—wanted me in a primal manner its host couldn’t comprehend or would ever understand. It was why when she looked at me, her back arched and her hips parted, demanding I fucking mount her regardless of where we were or who was watching us. Her pupils dilated to allow the monster inside to peer out, see, and learn who it was craving with wild hunger. Her pussy gushed for me, inviting me by scent, telling me it was ripe and needed me to fuck it hard and fast. My balls fucking ached when I walked away without satisfying my need deep in her belly.
The little bitch host… She was too fucking soft for that. Break the host before it prepares the monster to enter the world, you kill the monster also. I wanted to play with that monster in the worst way, and it knew it. It could sense the alpha that was prowling around it and refused to give me its back. I took it by force, proving I could, and it purred for me.
The monster would roar for me when I made it come, and come it would, repeatedly until I let it go. Aria had no idea what wanted her or why she wanted it too. Didn’t fucking matter, she was now on my radar, and mine until I decide otherwise.
Her mother knew what she’d done and tried to rectify it, but she couldn’t have even if she’d tried wholeheartedly to abort the monsters she grew within her womb. Once planted, they held on, refusing to let go until they sucked air into their lungs and came to life. By the time they drew their first breath, it was too fucking late to rectify the mistake.
It was unclear which king of the Nine Realms she fucked, but I’d narrowed it down to the worst ones who craved to create forbidden life, and Aria was the final result of what they created. Bloodlines be damned, she took after the monsters they feared. The ones the families fled from when they left the Nine Realms behind claiming to need another one, but we didn’t. They just wanted out before they were victims to the beasts who hunted them.
The problem was, they forgot to close the fucking door on their way out. They sought to control us, to tell who could and who couldn’t leave the Nine Realms. Conceited fucks thought they were strong enough to prevent our kind from escaping their cages, but we cracked those cages the moment we entered this realm. We just waited for the time to strike against them, and that time was now.
/> The other leaders of the rebellion sent me here to deal with this realm. Me; the beast they pretend didn’t exist, the darkest, deadliest monster within their arsenal, and now they wanted me to protect some little witch? I was the one asshole who wouldn’t protect her, not when everything male inside of me craved the woman she would become. Not when I helped make the problems start to begin with.
The one thing I never expected to find was Aria, with a monster from the Nine Realms hidden in pretty pink flesh, right in front of their fucking noses. I’d assumed she was pliant, an easy fuck, but then her monster rattled to mine, and I felt it.
I’d gazed into her eyes and knew she was different. Everything within me said to destroy her now before she ended up in my way. She would be messy, and I wanted to see her unfold, but I couldn’t afford to get sidetracked right now. Not when all my plans were coming into play.
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.
The monsters of the Nine Realms decreed she live, that she survived and be brought back with me. That’s a bad fucking day for her, but not for me. In my realm, I can claim her. I can mount her to the wall and leave her there, destroying everything she was and building her into what I wanted her to be.
My smile lifted, the picture my mind painted of her naked on my wall like a prized trophy made my dick rock hard. Her body pliable, fuckable at my whim, and that naughty little mouth of hers parted on a silent scream as she realized where she was, and who owned her in every fucking way. Would she still talk back then? Would she still fucking fight me? I fucking hoped so. Aria Primrose was mine, that much was a given. She had my name on her thigh, and that wasn’t something that could ever be undone. No one could erase that mark except for me, and I liked it there.
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