Page 42 of Claiming Chaos
His pupils constricted, the green undulating like a stormy sea. The sigil on my arm heated in reaction to his arousal, and as he stalked toward me, I ran my fingers over the mark. He growled his approval.
“What does that feel like?” I asked.
“Like you are caressing every inch of me all at once. Pleasure in its purest form.” He cradled my cheeks in his hands and lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips met, and, faster than I could blink, he swept an arm beneath my knees and carried me to the bed.
His kiss was urgent yet gentle as he lowered me onto the mattress, but when I wrapped my hand around his dick, he groaned into my mouth. I wiggled out of my sweatpants, tossing them aside and pulling him down on top of me.
Spreading my legs, I wrapped them around his waist and reached for his cock. He took it into his hand before I could, and rubbed the head between my folds, teasing me. I groaned and lifted my hips, all but begging him to fill me, and he pulled away, sitting up on his knees.
I rose to meet him and crushed my mouth to his. He held me tightly, wrapping his arms around me and drinking me in. “Take me,” I whispered against his lips. “I’m yours.”
He broke the kiss, his brow furrowing over passionate eyes. “Do you mean that?”
“Goddess, yes. I need you inside me right now.” I reached for his dick, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I tried with the other hand. He gripped that one too, and having both my wrists clutched in his strong grasp turned me on to no end. If I could growl like him, I would have. Rawr.
“You said you’re mine.” He slid off the end of the bed, pulling me toward him as he stood. “Are you mine?”
The intensity of his gaze nearly drew the breath from my lungs. He stepped back, tugging me off the bed until we stood face to face, my wrists still firmly in his grasp. My heart slammed against my ribs, my breaths growing shallow and more rapid as I gazed into his eyes.
Was I his? Could my heart belong to a creature from the Underworld? To a Prince of Hell? I sucked in a sharp breath as the realization sank in, and I swallowed the thickness from my throat. “You and I are meant to be.”
“I belong to you, Ash, body and soul. Whether you bear my mark or not, I am yours for eternity, and I will find a way to be with you, whatever the cost.” He lowered my arms, finally releasing his grip. “Do you belong to me?”
I rested my hands against his chest. “In every way possible.”
He inhaled deeply, holding my gaze, and Ember’s words passed through my mind. What if he falls in love with you? What if you fall in love with him? It seemed we were about to find out.
“I love you, Chaos.”
He slid his fingers into my hair. “And I love you.” He held my gaze for another beat or two before leaning in and brushing a gentle kiss to my lips. Pulling away just far enough to see my eyes, he smiled, an incredulous laugh rolling up from his chest. “You are…” He kissed my forehead. “You are everything.”
I glided my hand down his stomach, and this time, he let me stroke him. He moaned and leaned his head to mine, trailing his hands over my shoulders, to cup my breasts. With a sudden grunt, he gripped my hips and pulled me toward him. His gaze turned feral, and a deep growl rumbled in his chest, penetrating to my soul.
He grabbed my butt, lifting me from the ground and pinning me against the wall. With one hand, he pulled my thigh up while using the other to guide his length to my slit. In one swift thrust, he filled me, electricity rocketing through my body as I gripped his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist.
Leaning into me, he thrust over and over, filling me completely and making every nerve in my body hum. With the wall behind my back and his rock-hard everything pressing into my front, I let out a moan that could have woken the undead in the middle of the day.
He grunted, his fingers gripping my thighs as he pounded his hips. The orgasm coiled in my core, spiraling through my body and releasing like a breaking dam. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I cried out, burying my face into his neck and breathing in his warm, spicy scent.
He thrust one more time, grinding into me and moaning the sexiest moan I had ever heard. Panting, our bodies slick with sweat, he held me there until our breathing slowed. Then, he lowered my legs to the floor and slipped out of me. He kissed my forehead, each cheek, and my mouth before scooping me into his arms and returning me to the bed.
I don’t know how long I lay there, silently snuggled in his embrace, but I must’ve fallen asleep at some point because, when Chaos gasped and shot upright, my heart attempted to escape through my throat. His momentum knocked me off the bed, and I hit the hardwood with a thwack, sharp pain shooting through my shoulder, which took the brunt of my fall.
He scrambled to his feet, his eyes wild, every muscle in his body tense. “Mayhem.”
I sat up, clutching my aching shoulder. “She summoned him?”
“I think…” He pressed the heels of his hands to his temples, his gaze bouncing all over the room, not focusing on anything until it landed on me. “Ash.”
He raced to my side and kneeled next to me. “What happened? Are you injured?”
“You knocked me out of bed, but I’m okay.” Clutching the edge of the mattress, I pulled myself to my feet. “Did Chrys summon your brother?”
“I’m so sorry.” He rose and rubbed my shoulder. “Do you need Patrice?”
“I’m fine.” I strode to my dresser for some fireproof clothes. Soft morning sunlight streamed in through the window, so snuggle time was over. “What’s going on? Were you dreaming, or do you sense Mayhem?”
His brows slammed down over his eyes. “I’m not sure.”