Heir of Broken Fate (HOBF Book 1)

I flop into bed and nearly melt into the silk pillows, my body languid after hours of discussing a plan of action. I picked up a book as I entered, only planning to read a few pages to switch my mind off what’s sure to be another long day tomorrow, yet I can’t seem to put it down. My exhilaration over each page has made my exhaustion take a back seat. I’ve just turned to a particularly steamy page when my bedroom door opens and closes. Knox casually leans his shoulder against the wall, still dressed impeccably from earlier. His white shirt isn’t wrinkled in the slightest, the rolled-up sleeves make his tan forearms stand out, while his black tailored pants hide his powerful legs.

“Come to tuck me into bed, have we?”

“Are you certain about tomorrow’s plan?” Knox asks, ignoring my sarcasm.

I roll my eyes. Knox and Hazel spent the majority of the meeting earlier protesting my plan, flinging haphazard ideas out to replace my own. Yet they fell on deaf ears; my idea is the best plan we have, regardless of the risks. “Absolutely.”

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“No they can’t. I’m the only one who can go,” I say flatly. He opens his mouth, but I cut him off. “I’m going forward with it. I’m capable of holding my own.”

He pushes off the wall, stopping in front of my bed. “I know you are; I don’t doubt your skills or your magic training. I doubt all the possible variables that could go wrong.”

“That’s why we discussed exit strategies and backup plans in great lengths.”

“I know that but—”

“No buts. We’re doing this.”

I watch his face and his body language for any sign of irritation that I’m putting my foot down on this, finding nothing but worry in his eyes. His statement holds true that people can speak freely in his court. No matter how many times Knox has said that my thoughts and opinions are welcomed, my mind can’t seem to comprehend it. It goes against the very belief my father ingrained in me. The control he has around my mind is nauseating.

Knox assesses me right back. Whatever he searches for he must find because he puts the worry behind him, lowering his eyes to the book in my hands. “What are you reading?” he asks smoothly.

My cheeks heat. “Romance.”

“Anything interesting?” he asks innocently.

Either he’s an incredible liar or this man has no idea that I’m reading toe-curling scenes. “Nope,” I chirp.

He cocks his head. “Mind if I join you?”

“Yes, I do actually.”

He rolls his eyes. “I won’t judge you for what you like to read.”

“I know that—”

“Read to me,” he demands.

I stare into his sapphire eyes, my own sparking with delight. We haven’t had a moment alone since he kissed me, breaking the last of my resolve. My body has been buzzing with need and anticipation ever since. Knowing I could have him but not finding time has made me not only want him but need him…I want Knox to feel as desperate for me as I am for him. Perhaps this will snap his self-control. I grin. “As you wish.”

I don’t dare read the page out loud in a house full of Fae hearing. I glance down and begin to read, knowing he can see and hear everything in my mind. I couldn’t have been on a better page even if I planned it. I get no further than two sentences before Knox’s wings blast behind him, power rippling throughout the room as his eyes ignite with heat.

Stopping mid-sentence, I smirk at him from where I lie sprawled on top of the bed. “Something wrong?” I ask innocently, batting my eyelashes.

“Do you enjoy teasing me, Angel?” The heat in his eyes and the deep purr of his voice make my stomach clench. I’ve just started a war with someone I can’t win against. Knox knows this, perhaps I knew it as well, teasing him to get his hands on me. His eyes spark with delight as he kneels on the edge of the bed, his imposing body towering over mine. “Do you want me to touch you, Delilah?”

My breath lodges in my throat. My shirt suddenly feels to be too much, the silk brushing my sensitive skin, setting my nerve endings on fire. Knox crawls toward me, and it is the most sensuous thing I have ever seen, watching a powerful, six-foot-five male on his hands and knees for me. He sits back on his heels, placing his hands on my ankles. Slowly, he pries my legs apart, until the only thing that’s in the way are my thin sleep shorts. I gasp as Knox drags me down the bed, his knees knocking into my inner thighs. Placing one hand beside my head he leans over me, his chest rising and falling as fast as my own as he lowers his head. His lips brush the shell of my ear, sending shivers racing through my body.

“I said, do you want me to touch you?”

I nod vigorously, my lips parting in anticipation.

“Say it,” he growls.

“Touch me,” I pant.

Knox smashes his lips to mine, kissing me as if he’s starved. He doesn’t have to ask this time. Knox groans into my mouth as his tongue strokes mine, the sound sending a jolt of electricity to my clit. I wrap my legs around his waist as his hands slide down my outer thigh. Cupping my ass he lifts me, both of us moaning the second his hard cock touches my wet center through the fabric. My stomach clenches as he begins kneading my ass, moving my hips back and forth as he grinds me into his hard length.

I need to touch him.

The thought sends my hands into action. I fist his shirt, pulling with all my strength until the buttons pop, scattering all over the floor. He lets go of me before quickly taking my own shirt and lifting it over my head. Knox growls as my breasts spring free. Not a moment later is his mouth on me, sucking my nipple into his mouth as his hand kneads and teases the bud of the other.

The pressure inside me begins to build, tension spiraling inside my core as I rock my hips, needing friction, begging for friction. I run my hands through his hair, yanking his head closer to my chest, needing more. Needing everything. I have never felt so hot in my life, so frenzied to have someone buried inside of me.

Knox’s hand leaves my breast, trailing slowly down my stomach, brushing his fingertips from side to side on the edge of my sleep shorts. “Tell me what you need, Angel,” he whispers.

“Touch me,” I beg.

His hand dips between my legs inside my shorts. Not wasting any time, his fingers enter me in one slow stroke, his thumb circling my clit. I buck wildly, panting as I cling to him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, lifting his head to mine as he devours my mouth, his tongue stroking me in equal rhythm with his fingers. He slides his hand up my back, his callouses raking over the dips and scars, and takes a fistful of hair. He tugs my head back, his lips hovering over mine as he pants, “Tell me what you want. Let me hear your pretty mouth say it.”

“I want you.” My hips grind wildly on his hand.

Knox’s canines flare, scraping the shell of my ear and trailing down my neck, making me clench around his fingers. “Say the words, Angel,” he purrs.

“Make me come.”

I throw my head back on a scream as his canines sink into the crook of my neck. My orgasm explodes, my body convulsing around his fingers as stars shoot into my vision.

The last shred of control Knox was clinging to completely snaps as I come around his fingers. Growling like a wild animal, he slips out his hand from between my legs and flings me down, ripping my shorts off faster than I can blink. His own pants follow.

I sit up as fast as I can. Taking over, I drag his boxer briefs down, whimpering when his length springs free. He is utterly glorious. I wrap my hands around his velvet-wrapped steel, relishing at the feel of his hardness pulsing in my hands. He’s so large I’m worried about the fit between us, yet I can’t seem to care as I stroke him. He throws his head back, the veins in his neck straining as his hips buck on a deep groan.

The pressure begins to build inside of me again as he thrusts himself into my hand, his stomach muscles rippling and bunching. He brings his head back, and the sight of me near his cock makes his eyes turn feral. He pushes me down onto my back, spreading my legs wide as he lowers himself. Every glorious inch of his body covers mine, his cock resting between my core making my hips buck instinctively, begging for him.

His lips claim mine in another scorching kiss, this one less frenzied than the last—deeper, soothing my soul with each stroke of his tongue. Knox lines himself up, entering me in one long thrust, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths as he stretches me, seating himself fully inside me. I scrape my nails down his back as he begins to move, each stroke reaching a part of me that no one has before. My body sighs, singing its praises that he’s inside of me.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he groans, his body shaking on a shudder.

My core clenches around him, squeezing him at his words. Knox drags his hand between us, picking up the pace as his thumb brushes my clit. I whimper as my hips buck wildly, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Knox’s heavy-lidded gaze roves my body, his eyes pausing as he stares at us joined. “Look at you taking all of me, as if you were made for me.”

I throw my head back as his words send flutters through my clit. I’m so close, I start begging, needing more of him, needing every single part of him. “Please, please, please.”

Knox flares his canines, biting me in the crook of my shoulder, marking me, staking me, claiming me. I moan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as wave after wave of unending bliss overtakes my body. Shuddering around him, I come so hard my vision blurs entirely.

By the time I come back down to earth, Knox is kissing me again, slow and languid. He scoops me up, one arm holding me around my back while the other teases my sensitive nipple, making me pool with wetness, the pressure building again. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

His hips arch up as he moves inside me again. He lowers his head, sucking hard on my nipple. I drop my head back on a moan as he licks away the sting.

I move my hips in rhythm with his, meeting his thrusts as he groans. Knox doesn’t stop until his pace is relentless, stroking a part inside of me over and over as he enters me, making another orgasm build faster than before. I need to see him lose control; I need to make him feel what I feel. I run my hands through his hair, gripping it tightly, and his low-lidded, heated eyes lock with mine.

“I want to feel your pussy come around my cock again,” he says on a deep groan.

Wetness trickles down my thighs at his crude words, my core pulsing. His fingers pinch my nipples again, making me whimper.

The pressure builds inside of me to an all-new height. My hips rock relentlessly, meeting Knox stroke for stroke as he picks up the pace, thrusting into me harder and faster. I’m a second away from exploding when I take one single finger, and snaking it around his back, I trail it slowly down his wings.

Knox explodes, chanting my name as his entire body shudders. His hips snap into me wildly as he comes, setting off my own orgasm. I milk every drop from him, stars exploding as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I slump onto his chest, both of us panting frantically, as we float back down to earth.