The scent of her sweat pulled me in, knowing she was close. Branches caught parts of her gown, leaving scattered remains throughout the woods. Pity, I’d planned to rip it from her flesh before teaching her why allowing any male close to her wasn’t a good idea.
The sound of branches crunching, stopped. Then Aria’s heavy breathing filled the woods, which meant she was running. Pausing behind a cluster of trees, I stared at the woman who’d changed my entire world. Her silver hair was wet and glistened beneath the iridescent moonlight. My gaze raked over every curve, hungering for her as she sucked air in, greedily. The small clearing that she’d paused in to catch her breath allowed the moon to bathe her alluring form in the glow of its light. The dress clung to her body like a second skin, revealing the hardened peaks of her taut, pretty pink nipples.
In my need to have her beneath me, writhing as we fucked until exhaustion, I’d missed it. Pins with the sun held a flimsy cape to the gown. Armlets, which declared her a princess to the Kingdom of Fire, adorned both of her biceps. Golden thread was woven throughout the gown, which made her look more like a goddess than a princess.
They’d created the woman to lure men to their deaths. If I’d scented the likeness to my inner beast, she’d have slaughtered me as Ember emerged from her pretty flesh. Fuck if she hadn’t been feral in her need to fuck, fight and feed.
When I released a deep, masculine rattle of need, she spun around, searching the darkness for me. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her teeth worried her bottom lip, which drove me insane. The soft hiss of air from her lungs as she gradually began backing up, had my cock straining for release against the wet pants I wore.
Her body tensed to run, but I shot forward, slamming into her hard. My fingers threaded through her hair before I pushed her against the nearest tree. Her pupils dilated, but her lips parted as she cried out in pain. Without warning, I released her hair to grip the flimsy fabric of the dress she wore, ripping it straight down the center before returning my hold to her silken strands. Rag dolling her body, I spun her around, forcing her against the tree until the bark pressed against the delicate skin of her cheek.
“You’re such pretty prey,” I hissed as I yanked the gown down, exposing her flesh to my greedy gaze. I forcefully kicked her feet apart and thrust two fingers deep into her needy cunt, realizing that it was already dripping wet. “So fucking deliciously wet for me already?”
Her cry of surprise only intensified my arousal. Aria’s pussy clamped down against my intrusion, sucking my fingers deeper into her body. Bloody hell, she was perfect. I fucked her with my fingers hard, forcing them deeper as I twisted her head, knowing it would burn and add pain to her pleasure.
“Knox!” she cried out as I added another. “Fuck, that aches.” Her breathy moan told me it might sting, but she liked the brutality of my fingers invading her pussy, conquering it as I taught it who really owned it and the soul of the woman it belonged to.
“Be a good girl and shut your bratty mouth up so I can hear you scream for me. You like it rough, don’t you? Such a naughty little monster when you need fucked. You keep complaining, and I may even fuck your lips,” I rasped as the sound of her drenched pussy caused precome to drip from my cock.
“Shit, it aches. Knox, fucking hell,” she whimpered, her soft moans driving me insane as her body took what I forced into it. And it took everything so exceedingly well.
She’d floored me when my knot was deep in her cunt, forcing us together. I’d feared it’d horrify her, but she wasn’t. I had never attempted to use it before Lennox knotted her pussy to force her womb open. Most male dragons didn’t end up with them, at least not anymore. Fuck if she hadn’t still been wild with need as she took all of it, so wantonly, too. Only some Karnavious dragons held the ability to knot without the ability to become a dragon. Until Aria took it into her ravenous, insatiable cunt? I’d felt cheated to be forced to be among those few.
“You’re a good girl for me. Aren’t you?” I crooned, my lips hovering over the mark she wore so perfectly. It was untarnished, which caused Lennox to release a raspy rattle of approval. Even though he couldn’t sense Ember, he still enjoyed us hunting Aria down. “Say how filthy you are for me. Tell me you’re my naughty little monster. Now.”
“You’re an asshole,” she returned heatedly, her hips moving to assist me in fucking her needy flesh. My grip moved from her hair to her throat, forcing her around until her spine pressed uncomfortably against the tree. “Knox!”
“You are mine. Fucking say it before I shove you down and fuck that pretty ass of yours,” I snarled back, enjoying the flash of rage burning in her pretty stare. “This pussy is so fucking wet for me. You want to be fucked hard, and savagely, don’t you?” Curling my fingers to brush the one spot she couldn’t ignore, I chuckled coldly as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her cunt clenched down on my fingers, even as the walls fluttered, begging for something more to fill them. Bloody hell, she was utter perfection in the rawest, truest form. “Such a good girl. Fucking hell that pussy is strangling my fingers.”
“Oh, God!” she whimpered, spreading herself wider, offering me easier access to her sloppy, wet cunt. And it was sloppy. If I had her against my mouth right now, her arousal would be painting my face, and I’d fucking drink her pleasure up like a glutton.
“Open your pretty fucking eyes and don’t close them again. I want you to know who the fuck is giving you pleasure. Look at how well you fuck my fingers. You’re fucking them like a dirty little bitch in heat who’d take whatever I offered if it got her off. Wouldn’t you? You crave more, don’t you?” Before I realized how pissed she was, her knee elevated, then shocking agony tore through my balls. It felt as if I’d been kicked in the gut by a stallion. Dropping to my knees, I stared up into glowing turquoise eyes with flecks of gold sparkling in them. “You want to play rough?” I hissed through the burning pain she’d inflicted.
“Have I ever asked you for mercy, asshole?” she asked in a taunting, raspy whisper. “Jealousy is beneath kings and queens.” Slowly, she began backing away as if she could escape the anger she’d finally noticed on my face.
“You can’t be jealous of something that’s already yours. I’m territorial. Territorial is merely protecting what’s mine, because I refuse to walk away from you, Aria. You’re more na?ve than I thought if you think kings and queens don’t get jealous,” I hissed out as I exhaled the pain she’d inflicted.