Ashes of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms #2) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,165

soaked with the need for my cock, and fuck if I didn’t want to give her everything she needed at this moment, and that need was visceral.

“Wrong answer, pretty girl,” I groaned, pulling my fingers out before slamming them in, harder and harder until she was gasping and meeting them with her need. My hand released her ass, slipping around her throat lazily, cutting off her airflow. “You’re not coming until you admit to whom you belong to.”

Her eyes held mine, and I felt her pussy clenching, tightening with her impending release. A moment before she could claim it, I pulled my fingers out, holding them against her pussy that was clasping air with need.

It was demanding to be fucked, yet I wouldn’t cave to her cunt’s sweet pleas. I wouldn’t fuck her until she was crazed and wild with need. I wouldn’t be fucking Aria until she was begging to be fucked, and her need was undeniable. I also wouldn’t do it with the asshole watching me getting her sweet, tight pussy off.

“Knox, you bastard,” she cried, her body tensing, clenching, and trembling with violent need.

“That’s not the answer I want from you.” I pushed her legs apart, dropping to my knees, lapping slowly around her drenched opening while she watched me.

It took everything within me not to grab her thighs and wrap my arms around them and bury my fucking cock in her cunt. I’ve craved the taste of the little bitch since the first lick in that library.

She’d come over my face, dripped down my chin, and I’d fucking loved every moment. I’d forced orgasm after orgasm to drain every single ounce of come and strength from her until she’d stopped fighting me to get away from the pleasure she’d endured.

Aria had roared her release in that library. I’d never wanted to fuck anyone more than I had her. I’d come in my fucking pants like some bitch instead of spreading her willing thighs and pounding into her haven that begged me to take what she so willingly offered. Fucking magic.

Her thighs clenched my head, and I chuckled huskily against her cunt. I lifted my eyes to lock with hers as I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her there for me to fuck her with my mouth. Her pussy was soaked, drenched for me already.

I dragged my tongue from one end to the other, feeling her trembling with need. Her body was so close to coming, so fucking responsive to me that I had to force my mouth away from her, waiting out the orgasm she’d been chasing.

“To whom do you belong, Aria?” I demanded again, craving to hear her whisper it in passion almost as much as I wanted the prick behind me to hear her scream it.

I’d given the bastard my back, a show of disrespect. I showed him I didn’t fear him, nor did I care that he was behind me. It was the lowest form of not giving a fuck that a king could illustrate to another male. To turn your back on another warrior told them you weren’t afraid of them, and that you didn’t find them a worthy opponent. It was a show of disrespect.

I wasn’t afraid of him, nor did I care that he witnessed Aria come for me because he didn’t even exist in our world. He’d told her he wanted to mate her. Not keep her, not treasure her, just wanted to breed her needy womb.

Not that I’d said much better. I was a cold, unfeeling prick to Aria, unable to tell her how much I craved her.

“Please!” she screamed, her pussy clenching air, arousal dripping from it with her creature adding to it so she could take me in my true form. I fucking loved the taste of her arousal on my tongue, covering my lips.

“Say it, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll paint my face with your orgasm,” I chuckled, peering up at her through hooded eyes, turned on by my own fucking game.

Her silver hair was bathed in sweat from my denial to allow her release. Aria’s eyes were fucking blown, her pupils fully dilated from lust. Rosy, pink nipples pressed against the thin dress she wore, begging to be nibbled.

My fingers trailed over her slick, wet opening, and her body released her heady scent in welcome for me and me alone. Her womb begged me to fill it, and fuck if I didn’t want anything more than to oblige its