Queen of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms, #5)(88)
“I’m certain I can convince the little bitch to accommodate it for you. After all, she takes my fucking knot so magnificently. Hell, she even whimpers and squirms for me, even as I force it all the way against the opening of her insatiable cunt.” Knox’s sightless stare held my gaze before dropping, then slithered to lock with Zyion’s. “Oh, that’s right. How could I be so cruel? Isn’t that why your little slut of a mate took a swan dive from a cliff?”
Zyion stiffened beside me, then lunged so quickly that I gasped. Flinging my hand out, I threw it back with a magical pull, jerking his massive frame back forcefully. The sound of Zyion’s grunt of disbelief, then the second as he connected against the ground, told me he’d be fine without me needing to look.
“You protecting your lover from me, Aria?” The incriminatory pitch Knox used sent knives stabbing into my chest. “Don’t worry, I replaced you too, gorgeous.” That fucking eviscerated me. I swallowed repeatedly to keep back the bitterness that burned my throat.
“I’m sure you did, Knox,” I whispered thickly, unable to prevent the narrowing in my throat that his words created, choking on my words. “Is that why you came? You want to shove her down my throat since you can’t shove anything there now?” I goaded him, needing his emotions to rise. “Does she give you what I did?” His hands clenched tightly at his sides, but the black fully-consumed his eyes.
“Much more than you ever did, stupid little, needy bitch. She does shit you can’t even begin to envision. But then, you always thought you were playing hard to get with me, when you were just easy pussy that was conveniently on hand to fuck.” His head lowered minutely, then tilted. Black, lifeless eyes of the corpse met mine. “Ain’t that some shit? A raven doesn’t care about magic, Aria. Think about that. In four months, they’re fully embedded with more intelligence than you’ve ever had. Maybe you should find a flock of unkindness and go take a flying fuck off a cliff.”
The smile twisting over his mouth reminded me of when I’d first met him outside of town. The Fates were viciously cruel bitches to force me to face him like this. Swallowing, I considered his words as my head tilted to the side, observing as more ooze began pushing from his orifices.
“What are you thinking in that lovely head of yours?” Knox asked as his fingers rubbed over the barrier, forcing a shudder to rock through me, even as his lips slid into a wolfish grin. “You forget, I know everything about you. I know your weaknesses, the people who matter most to you, your secrets, and what can hurt you the greatest.”
“Did you come here to boast, or goad us, Knox?” I inquired, then sauntered closer to him noting the way his head tilted, studying the sway of my hips. On cue, thick black liquid cried from his eyes. I felt Zyion’s alarm over what I intended to do, but turned, eyeing him with a warning gleaming in my eye. Turning back around, I challenged Knox once more.
Zyion returned to my side, offering me an annoyed side-eyed scowl of rebuke. Knox held some control over his mind, obviously. He was aware of shit he shouldn’t know, like Rhianna and how she’d taken her own life. But he’d also had endless knowledge at his fingertips since he could devour the written word. It sent a chill through my blood, racing through my veins until I forced a shiver down, refusing to release it beneath his razor-sharp gaze. Hecate had taken Knox, and in doing so, she’d ended up with her own Library of Knowledge.
“It’s cute how you’ve wrapped the Dragon Killer around your finger. That pussy of yours has a way of ensnaring beasts with the promise of its sirens song it sings when its being fucked. Have you made him a father as you did for me?” Knox’s words made me stagger as they sliced through me like a warm knife through butter. My eyes fluttered to prevent the tears swimming in my vision from being seen. “Don’t worry, gorgeous girl. I’ll ask Hecate to at least allow you to hear them cry once before I rip them apart in front of you.” I felt the power he’d been gathering, wincing at my stupidity.
“You think Zyion would help me make pretty babies?” I asked, then giggled as my words caused his smile to die as they pulled into a grayish, thin line. Knox’s features hardened, exposing murderous fury. “I mean, since you replaced me, someone will have to fill your role. Right? No hard feelings?” I goaded, hating him a little for throwing our daughters into the hatefulness of what was occurring right now. “I bet he can fuck like a beast just as well as you can, Karnavious.” Turning around, I slowly swayed my hips temptingly as I moved back to Zyion, whose lip had pulled up farther on one side as he wrinkled his nose. “Can you fuck like a beast while putting a babe in my belly?” I asked in a rasping purr of sound, causing those around me to wince as if it hit them in the balls. If I had a better aim, I would have only hit Knox, but I wasn’t sure the purr I used could be aimed at one person.
“I can fuck you any way you want me to. Slow, gentle, rough or savagely. Tell me what you want, but I don’t intend to stop until you’re too fucking hoarse to even whisper ‘thank you’ when I’ve finished with you.” An audible swallow sounded, which took a moment to realize that I’d created the sound. “I’m down to make some babies with you, My Queen.” Zyion’s eyes glittered with something wicked dancing dangerously in their depths. I stepped back, but a hand lifted, collaring my throat as he pulled me closer. “He’s gathering power to attack,” he whispered softly against my lips, making it look to Knox as if we were kissing.