Page 45 of Of Realms and Chaos

What I assumed was the foyer opened up straight ahead to a long hallway. The man continued forward, glancing back at us briefly before rolling his eyes and marching on, his shoulders squared and aura insufferably haughty.

Since I had long since abandoned my morals in favor of assuaging my curiosity, I allowed myself to take a peek into the pompous fool’s head.

…cursed creature. An abomination to our world, walking among us like she belongs anywhere other than the Underworld with her wicked—

Horribly unoriginal.

We continued following the imbecile through the winding hallways, heading towards the top of a grand green staircase. The marble reflected the glow of the yellow chandeliers above us, holding candles dripping wax as they burned. Something about the room below called to me, making my heart flutter and my soul ache.

Eager to see what was so special about it, I picked up my pace, earning a huff from the mortal man as he was forced to speed up too. The stairs grew wider the lower they went, the lush yellow runner leading us down to a ballroom that spanned the entire lower portion of the castle. The walls in this room were a dark red, the glossy paint looking fresh. A purple dais sat at the far end of the room, a golden throne atop it with—who I imagined was—Queen Shah draped comfortably upon it.

But it was not Shah or Henry or even the throne room that caught my eye, leaving me frozen at the top of the staircase. I felt as if all the air had been stolen from my lungs, like there was nothing and no one but the male at the foot of the stairs.

There he stood, regal and foreboding. He sported a sky-blue set of trousers and jacket, the tunic below black and partially unbuttoned to reveal those vein-like tattoos. His charcoal waves were as messy as ever but a bit longer now. A thin dusting of hair graced his cheeks, the shadow of a beard making him look even more fearsome and stripping him of the boyish quality that had once stood in stark contrast to his handsome face.

The male watched me with a predatory gaze, those icy eyes wide and full lips parted. He looked both stunned and smug, as if he had been told he were right about something important despite not believing he would be.

I gripped onto the flowing red fabric of my dress, begging the stupid gods to at least not let me fall as I made my way down the stairs. Each step of my black heels sent a loud clicking sound echoing across the room, which had gone utterly silent at our arrival. Still, I could not bring myself to see or hear anything but him.

Bellamy.

Chapter Fifteen

Stassi

This Eternity-forsaken place was covered in too much light and heat.

Few things made me miss Shamay—very few. This searing heat, though, did. I thought of the constant darkness of home, the way our many moons seemed to always seek our attention. Even our sun was different, the teal of it vastly more beautiful than the horrid yellowish white of this world.

As I ground my body on top of the male below me, I wondered if the sticky mess between my thighs was sweat or come. I wouldn’t be surprised. None of them had impressed me in the bedroom as of yet, but I had to do something while looking for the female.

My hair stuck to my exposed back, the thin cotton dress I had adorned that morning now discarded on the ground beside the bed. The dress had covered far too much skin, and the black color of the fabric seemed to call to the heat. To my surprise, it was far shorter than what the fae in these lands wore.

Actually, they did have some use.

Releasing my magic, I called to the male below me, seeking out every sinful thought he had ever possessed. He froze below me, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his nearly black skin losing its glow as he turned ice cold. Oops, was that too much? I continued to bounce myself atop him, his cock not quite filling me the way I had hoped.

Truthfully, the way his cold skin slapped against my scorching flesh felt wonderful. It was nearly enough relief to convince me to let him stay that way, but I needed him to participate. Pulling some of that magic back, the pink glow faded as I stilled for a moment, waiting for him to come to. His lids were closed, body shaking below mine, and then those chocolate eyes were flaring wide, seeking out answers to a question he was not smart enough to ask.

My melodic laugh filled the room as I ran a finger down his toned chest, the muscles flinching at my touch. His cock twitched inside of me, just barely grazing that spot I needed him to reach. I moaned, grinding atop him. With less force, I let my magic crawl into him, practically begging for that roughness he enjoyed in the bedroom.

The very same rough sex that had his previous lover in tears. He feared that part of himself now, viewed it as wrong and evil. Sinful.

Everything that I wanted was in there if only he would set it free. My magic hit its mark, finding a foothold inside of that wicked nature. Then he was flipping us, his long, black hair fanning over me. The curls tickled at my skin, but I didn’t mind—not now as he was lifting my legs, securing them over his shoulders. He was on his knees, my lower half hovering over the bed as he quickly shoved himself back inside of me.

His thrusts were brutal and quick, the grip he had on my thighs digging into me with bruising force. I cried out at the ecstasy it brought me, the magic in my chest humming as he lost control. The fiercer he got, the stronger I became, and it was just as delicious as the feeling of my impending orgasm.

A loud smack echoed across the room, the sting on my breast telling me I was finally making the progress I needed with him. He moaned, the sound so guttural that I feared he might be close to finishing.

“Don’t come, or I will slit your throat,” I hissed out, allowing my lips to contort in a menacing sneer. He froze for a moment, the terror on his face clear, but my glare brought him back to the moment.

With a deftness that I had not been aware these mortals possessed, he ripped himself free of me and grabbed me by the throat with a firm grip. He wrenched me up, shoving his tongue into my mouth as his other hand stroked between my legs—both rubbing and pinching at my clit.

The grip on my neck tightened, constricting my airway, and I found myself soaring towards that peak, preparing to jump off the edge. My breaths halted, the lack of oxygen a heady feeling that made my vision swim.

Just as I was about to finish, my release a beautiful sight in the near distance, the male stopped. He shoved me back onto the bed, the force of it knocking the air right back into my waiting lungs. I gasped out, my magic still being steadily fed by him. Before I could even begin to catch my breath, the male flipped me onto my stomach, immediately grabbing my hips and lifting my backside into the air.

His mouth was on me in seconds, far more skilled than his cock. Teeth latched on to the skin of my hip at the same time one of his hands made stinging contact with my center, my cry of pain an encouraging sound. That pain was followed by immediate pleasure as he brought his mouth lower, soothing the throbbing bundle of nerves with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.

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