Unlocked (Hell's Throne Book 1)

by M. L. Gabrielle

  “I think you would know if you had a twin, Locke.” He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Not even the other guys know what I’m about to tell you, Eve.” My ears perked up.

  “Each heir was chosen from powerful families, except for me. I have no clue where I was born. One of your father’s guards found me in a basket outside of the palace gates, and your dad took me in.”

  What. The. Hellfire. I jumped out of bed. “Are you saying that you’re my adopted brother?” I shrieked. He gave me a pointed look.

  “He took me in and asked a trusted friend to pretend to be my father. His friend is very powerful in his own right, so no one batted an eye when your dad chose me as his heir.” I took a page out of Cade’s book and started pacing around the room.

  I had so many questions running through my mind. I didn’t know where to start. Part of me was pissed that my dad kept this from me, but a much more significant part of me loved that my dad brought Locke into my life.

  “Come sit with me, baby. You’re making me dizzy,” Locke said. He gave me a lopsided grin. I love that grin.

  “Do you think my dad knew that we would end up together?” I asked as I climbed back onto the bed. My gut says that my dad knew, but I was curious to hear what Locke thought.

  “I have no doubt. I think your dad knows a lot more than he’s able to share. My guess is that I’m supposed to protect you. Think about it. You were unconscious and were still powerful enough to unlock my hydra. Ever since I’ve touched your rune, my power has been growing. It’s like you flipped a switch in me.” Locke said.

  He pulled me onto his lap and started playing with my hair. “Is it scary to have access to all of that power? Does part of you wish that you didn’t have it?” I asked. It’s been something that’s been weighing on my mind ever since the warehouse.

  “I think the hardest thing about having so much power is restraint. I know I could kill Zane with a single thought, but I can’t do that now because of the big picture. Zane could be working with one of the kings. If they were to find out how strong I am, they would immediately try to find a way to control me. They would go after my one weakness, which is you.”

  He turned me around on his lap to face him. “I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, little hellion.” I smiled at him. How did I get so lucky? “I love you,” I whispered, running my fingers over his full lips.

  Locke wrapped his hand around my neck, bringing me closer. His lips brushed against mine. Then he parted my lips with his tongue to have a taste.

  My entire body lit up as our mouths crashed together. Needing to feel more of him, I began tugging at Locke’s shirt. He broke our kiss to remove the offending tee.

  Licking my lips, I ran my fingers down his hard chest and abs. I’m at a loss for words. I could stare at him all day.

  Breaking me from my trance, Locke grabbed my ass and moved me against his hard length. My hands flew to his strong shoulders. Hellfire, I need him now.

  I pulled my shirt off, exposing my black lace bra. Locke glided his hands over my stomach and ran his thumbs over my pert nipples. Getting impatient, I unclasped my bra and tossed it aside.

  Locke took my full breasts in his hands and then began to roll my nipples between his fingers. “Beautiful…” Leaning forward, he wrapped his mouth around my nipple, licking and gently sucking. He moved to my other breast before laying me back and settling himself between my legs.

  “You’re so responsive. I bet you’re dripping for me. Aren’t you, little hellion?” Locke slowly rubbed himself against my core. “Please, I need more,” I begged.

  He pulled my yoga pants off and ran his fingers over my matching black lace panties. “Very nice, but these are in my way.” After pulling them off, he sat back on his haunches with a predatory grin on his face.

  “You look like a goddess laid out before me. Spread your legs wider for me. Let me see what’s mine.” I obeyed as Locke’s eyes turned to gold. He ran his fingers slowly up my legs.

  “Please, Locke, no more playing,” I said, bucking my hips. He bent forward, crashing his mouth to mine as his finger found my entrance. Soon he added another. Pumping his fingers into me, he pulled his head back and moaned.

  “You’re so tight, baby. You’re going to feel like heaven around my cock. First, I want to taste all of you.” He pulled his fingers from my center and sucked them clean. I could have come just by watching him lick his fingers.

  He left a trail of kisses down my body. Then Locke spread my legs wide and nipped his way up my thigh. He let out a low growl before running his tongue over my core. I bucked against his mouth, wanting more.

  Locke’s grip on my thighs tightened as he explored me with his tongue. I grabbed a handful of his hair. “Oh gods, Locke,” I moaned.

  Sensing I was close, Locke began thrusting his tongue into me as his thumb relentlessly circled my clit. I screamed his name as I came undone. Locke continued to lap me up while I struggled to catch my breath.

  Then he leaned over me and pressed his lips against mine. I wiggled out from underneath and got off the bed. I crooked my finger for him to follow. Standing before him, I peppered kisses down his chest and unbuttoned his jeans.

  After pulling his pants and boxers off, I lowered myself to my knees and took in the impressive sight before me. Hellfire, every inch of him is perfect. His nostrils flared as he looked down at me.

  I gave him a sweet smile. “It’s only fair that I have a taste too.” Keeping my eyes on his, I licked the precum off of his rigid cock. He growled as his hand rested on the back of my head.

  Wrapping my hand around his base, I opened my mouth wide and slowly took him in. Locke’s grip tightened in my hair as I worked him over with my hand and mouth. “Baby. You look so good with your lips around my cock, but I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he groaned. Locke helped me up and kissed me hard.

  He grabbed a condom from his wallet and then laid me back on the bed. I felt his hard cock as Locke moved up my body. He kissed me gently and tucked my hair behind my ear.

  “Are you ready to be mine in every way, little hellion?” he asked, pumping and stretching me with his fingers. I let out a moan as his thumb brushed against my clit. “Locke!” He pulled his fingers back and spread my legs wide.

  He slowly began entering me inch by inch. “Breathe, baby. Holy hellfire,” he moaned. He stilled once he filled me to the hilt. “You were made for me.”

  Looking down at me with hooded eyes, Locke started moving at an agonizingly slow pace. I needed more, so I tried pulling him closer. Locke pulled out, making me whimper at the loss of him, and then slammed back in.

  “Yes!” I moaned. Locke tossed one of my legs over his shoulder and began pounding into me. Fireworks blinded me as he hit the right spot over and over.

  Pulling out, he positioned me on my hands and knees. Locke gently lowered my head to mattress, situating himself behind me. He squeezed my ass cheeks, making us both moan. His hands slid to my hips.

  Without giving any warning, Locke pushed his cock deep inside of me. This guy is going to kill me, but what a way to go. His grip on my hips tightened as his thrusts became more and more urgent. I arched my head back, lost in complete rapture.

  Then I felt Locke’s teeth clamp down on my shoulder as he found his release. Our connection was going absolutely haywire. All of a sudden, I let out a bloodcurdling scream as pain radiated through my body.

  33

  Eve

  I groaned as I began to wake up. My entire body ached. What the Hell happened to me? I peeled my eyes opened and saw a very naked Locke lying beside me. I forced myself to sit up.

  He was lying very still, way too still. Completely panicking, I sat up and started shaking him. “Locke? Locke? Wake up. Please wake up.” His eyes flew open, and he groaned as he tried to move.

  “Fuck. My arms are killing me. What the Hell is on your arm, Eve?” he asked. I looked at my arm, and my eyes grew wide. I scrambled off the bed and ran to my
full-length mirror.

  “Why do I have a tattoo of a seashell on my arm? Shit! I have a rose on my other arm. I’m already a princess; I don’t need freaking Ariel and Belle tattoos! Locke, what did you do to me?” I look ridiculous.

  He was laughing so hard that tears were running down his cheeks. I glared at him and looked at his new artwork. “Why did you get the cool ones?” I huffed in annoyance.

  He looked at me with confusion and then forced himself off of the bed. He kissed me before looking in the mirror. Unsurprisingly, his face gave away nothing.

  “The zig-zag one is cool, but the other one? Not so much. What is it? Wait, is it supposed to be a wand?” I couldn’t help but giggle.

  His eyes narrowed. “It’s a scepter, Eve, not a wand.” I rolled my eyes. “A fancy name doesn’t make it any cooler. Now work your magic and take these off my arms,” I ordered.

  Grabbing my hips, Locke spun me around to face him. “I like it when you’re bossy, little hellion. Unfortunately, I think these tattoos may be of the permanent variety.”

  He began to rain kisses down my neck and then bit down hard. My arms went around his neck as he wrapped my legs around his waist. He ravaged my mouth and walked us back to the bed.

  “No playing,” I ordered. Locke chuckled as he laid me on the bed. I moved back as he settled between my legs. His mouth came over mine as his fingers dipped inside me. I tore my mouth away. “Now, Locke,” I begged. He was about thrust inside me when someone started banging on the door.

  Locke’s eyes turned to gold as he let out a threatening growl. I love it when he’s all growly. I bucked my hips against him, bringing his attention back to me. He nipped at my neck and rubbed his cock against my entrance.

  “I’m giving you one minute to open this door before I pop in,” my dad barked from the other side of the door. I groaned. Well, that’s one way to kill the mood.

  I pushed Locke off of me and threw him his jeans. He let out a loud growl as I bent over to pull on my yoga pants. “Hold on, Dad. I’m getting dressed.” I slipped on a bra and shirt before running to my door.

  “Wait,” Locke gritted out as he blocked the door. “Ask him a question when he comes in.” I nodded as he pushed me behind him. Locke opened the door, and a furious Lucifer took in the scene before him. Shit.

  “What did you get me for my ninth birthday?” My dad looked at me with confusion. “A stuffed unicorn with a necklace around its neck.” I poked Locke in the side. “You can let me go now. It’s my dad.” Locke moved me in front of him and secured his hands around my waist.

  “Okay, or not. What’s up?” Dad looked irate. His eyes were glowing red, which is never a good sign. “Well, considering that a massive wave of power reached both Heaven and Hell, I’d say that we have a bit of an issue. Get cleaned up and meet us in the warehouse in ten minutes. I am hanging on by a fragile thread, so don’t make me come back to get you.” Dad popped out of the room.

  We took a quick shower, and Locke popped us over to the warehouse with two minutes to spare. He held my hand as we walked over to a group of raging angels and demons. I don’t know what I was expecting to walk into, but it wasn’t this. Why are they so pissed? I didn’t realize that I stopped walking until Locke dropped my hand.

  Standing in front of me, Locke lifted my chin with his finger and gave me a soft smile. “It’s going to be fine, little hellion. They aren’t upset with you.” He kissed my head and tucked my wet hair behind my ear.

  “Damn, right. It’s you that I have a fucking problem with, Locke. I warned you not to touch her. I knew we should have separated you two!” Uncle Mikey boomed.

  Locke tensed, and his eyes turned gold. He pushed me behind him when I noticed sparks of electricity at his fingertips. That is definitely new.

  “Get it together, Locke. We have a problem,” my dad thundered. He ran his hands through his blonde hair in frustration. I grabbed Locke’s hand and dragged him over to the empty seats.

  “What’s going on, Dad? You’re freaking me out,” I sat down with Locke at my side. His hand wrapped around my thigh.

  “What the fuck is on your arm, spider monkey? Is that a seashell?” Gabe asked. My eyes flew to Locke, who rolled his eyes.

  “Yes, I have a freaking seashell tattoo. Just call me Ariel.” I crossed my arms and huffed. Gabe could not stop laughing. Why couldn’t I have been branded with something badass?

  “Let me guess, you have a tattoo of myrtle or a rose on the other arm,” Dad said. “It’s a rose,” I huffed. “Like, Belle? Did you lose a bet, Princess?” Gabe asked through his laughter. I glared at him.

  “No, it was a parting gift after having sex with him.” I pointed to Locke, who started coughing. It was then that I remembered my audience. My eyes widened. Shit. My dad stood up and started pacing. He continuously opened and closed his hands.

  “The seashell is a scallop, my love. Locke, did you get marked with any tattoos?” Dad asked, trying to rein in his anger. “He got a wand and a zig-zag.”

  My dad paused and visibly paled. He shook his head. “Impossible, you must be mistaken.” I nudged Locke, who huffed as he pulled off his shirt. I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

  “I can see the appeal,” Gabe mumbled. My power instantly rose the surface as I turned toward my pseudo brother. “He’s mine,” I growled in warning.

  Locke squeezed the back of my neck, bringing my focus back to him. He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead. “Great, now they’re both psychopaths,” Gabe grumbled.

  “Tell me that’s not what I think it is, Luc,” Ab said slowly. “How about you guys tell us what’s going on,” Locke growled. My dad straightened and began to pace again. “The scallop and rose symbolize Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, beauty and fertility.”

  I leaned my head back and groaned. “That literally means nothing to me. Can you give me something to work with, Dad?” Locke let out a low growl. He was glaring at Raphael and Uri, who were blatantly staring at me.

  I looked back at my dad, who was running his hands over his face in frustration. What the hellfire is going on? “There’s more to the prophecy that I purposely withheld.”

  I narrowed my eyes at my dad. He knows that I loathe secrets, and lately, he seems to be full of them. He took a deep breath and began to speak.

  “As punishment for a great imbalance, it was foretold that a deity blessed child would alight to our world cloaked by a fallen star. The child would possess power so great that he could unleash death and destruction with a single thought.” My dad looked at Abaddon, who was fuming.

  Clearing his throat, my dad continued. “The gods didn’t want this child to lose his way, so they locked part of his heart and soul in his fated mate. It was prophesied that his mate would be kissed by the Heavens and fathered by Hell’s King. Together the path leads to hope and creation. Apart, the path ends with certain devastation.”

  I didn’t realize that I was crying until Locke started wiping my tears away. I was literally made just for him. This gorgeous, loving, protective man is truly a part of me. I smiled up at Locke, and he gave me a wink. Ugh, even his winks are sexy.

  I heard someone groan. “Eve, you need to turn it off,” Uri growled. I looked at him with confusion. Turn what off?

  “I believe it’s one of her gifts from the goddess. I don’t think it’s something she can simply switch off, which does not bode well for Locke,” Abaddon explained. I’m beyond lost right now.

  Gabe leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You’re throwing out these intense sex waves, and it’s creepy since you’re like our little sister.” My eyes widened. “What?” I shrieked. Locke growled and moved me onto his lap.

  “What’s with the tattoos?” Locke asked. My dad sat next to Ab, who looked deep in thought. “My guess is that they represent the deities who blessed you. Since Hell’s King was mentioned, I was under the impression that the prophecy had to do with the fate of Hell.” My dad let out a sigh.

  “It wasn’t surprisin
g to see the scepter of Hades, who is the god of the Underworld, on Locke’s arm. I was not expecting to see the thunderbolt. The thunderbolt represents Zeus, god of the Heavens,” my dad explained.

  The guys all froze. “Are you saying that Locke was gifted the power to wipe out all of Heaven and Hell?” Raphael asked in disbelief.

  My dad nodded his head. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” Dad said somberly. I’ve had enough. I jumped off of Locke’s lap.

  “Just stop. The prophecy is just some made-up mumbo-jumbo to keep the peace. You’re making Locke out to be some sort of walking god, who’s a threat to us all. He may be powerful, but nothing would ever drive him to destroy the world. You’re reading way too much into this stuff,” I snapped.

  Dad crossed his arms and looked at me with exasperation. “Don’t be naïve, Evelyn. Do you honestly think that Locke wouldn’t destroy everything in his wake if you were taken from him? This is exactly why I’ve kept you tucked away all these years. You are the key to Locke’s heart. Without you, we have no hope.” A chill ran up my spine.

  “I brought you here today because we have a problem. When the two of you sealed your bond, you activated the power given to you by the deities. The issue is that when your power awakened, it created a massive ripple felt from Heaven to Hell,” Dad explained. Locke pulled me back onto his lap.

  “Now, it’s no longer a secret that someone of significant power has awakened. This will not go over well with the kings. The good news is that I can’t feel Locke’s shift in power. The bad thing is that Eve’s gifts are radiating off of her. Locke, touch her rune on her neck and see if you can conceal her aura,” ordered Dad.

  Locke gently wrapped his hand around my neck, and a feeling of warmth rushed through my body. “I can still feel it, but it’s not as overwhelming,” Raphael told my dad. I rested my head on Locke’s chest as he wrapped his arms back around my waist. I don’t know what to make of all of this new information.