Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) (37 page)

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” he muses with a scandalous tone.

“A little,” I mock, and he pulls the new pants on quickly before flashing to hold me in his arms.

His lips stroke my teasing ones, and then his teeth tug lightly on my bottom lip. I feel the

throbbing in my lower body as he jerks my hips forward to meet the desire I’ve provoked to the nth

degree.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible to end this torture you’ve stirred,” he seduces, and then he grabs

me firmly across the rear to pull me even tighter.

“Devin,” Lana admonishes through the open door.

“I’m coming,” he chuckles out, and then his eyes bounce up and down from the intended pun he

just delivered.

I laugh a little louder than anticipated, and he reluctantly peels himself from my body to take care

of business -
outside of the bedroom business that is
.

The other form of
business
will have to wait against his wishes.

I smirk a little as I turn on the shower. We’ve barely been back for any amount of time, and I still

smell like a volcano eruption, singed dirt, charred fabric, and actual death. I didn’t feel as seductive

as I was attempting to while playing with Devin’s pent up frustration.

The water spirals around my body to offer me a promise of what’s to come, and the deliberate

strokes seduce me with unexpected surprise. Devin can’t seem to focus on anything else right now,

and he’s making sure I’m in the same teased boat as he is.

The water almost feels to have hands when it caresses every inch of my trembling chest, and it

gently wraps around my throat to bring out all the more arousal I can no longer deny with any

believability.

The swishing wet seduction continues with its salacious intent as it travels over the rest of me in a

tantalizing, erotic motion, and I’m consumed with trembling desire that almost overwhelms me.

That asshole is using my shower against me right now as punishment for my laughing at his

agitation.

The swirling waves continue their teasing pattern as they bite against my skin to press the toying

exploit. I shake my head in a grumbling frustration that now matches his.

I rip the shower curtain back before I turn the water off, and I quickly wrap myself in the dry

folds of the warm towel. I barely even washed my hair, and there are still specks of shampoo that

were never rinsed away.

I huff with enormous agitation as I go to pull out some clothes, and then I toss them to the bed

when I finally decide I have to get rid of the shampoo.

Damn it.

I flip the water back on, and I only place my head under the faucet to keep the aquatic seduction

to a minimum. I can almost feel Devin’s smirk from the other room as the water slithers down my

back despite my attempts to control its exposure to my body.

I laugh a little as I quickly scrub the remnants of the shampoo out, and then I flip the water back

off to end round two.

The towel is swished around my hair, and then I tie another towel around my waist to provide

only dry comfort.

I brush my teeth, comb the wet locks, and I start applying my makeup when the door to the

bathroom swings open. My eyes lock with the smoky ones behind me as I stare into the mirror, and

his smug smirk is finally visible as he rubs his hands across my hips and presses his front to my back.

I roll my eyes and try to stifle my grin, but it’s pointless.

“You’re real cute,” I grumble, and his smirk deepens while his lips play across my bare,

dampened shoulders.

A small gasp escapes when he twirls me around and violently throws me on the countertop before

jerking my legs open and my body to him. His pants dangle in their unbuttoned state, and my breath

grows rasp as I stare into the intoxicated and wild eyes blaring into mine without any buffer.

No one would dare interrupt him again - not if they saw this gaze.

His sizzling touch almost ignites my fire in the literal sense, and I struggle to keep the newly

reunited power from exploding free. His hands grip tighter through the barrier of the towel, and a

devious, wry smile edges up when he sees he’s become the seducer and I the prey.

His lips grab, claim, and control mine as the convulsing in my body causes my legs to tremble

around his waist. I moan into the divine god’s mouth, and then feel his body pressing with more

firmness against mine.

The doorknob rattles to the bedroom as if it’s about to open and water surges from the shutoff tub

to block the door and keep out the new intruder. I smirk a little, and Devin rips the towel away to

bring me back to the fiery moment.

I’m bare, exposed, and a throbbing mess desperate to finish this teasing dance. I smile when I

finally hear the rustling of his jeans slapping the floor, but he doesn’t plan on moving me from this

countertop.

He snaps my head back to get a better angle at my chest, and I stare from my upside-down tilt into

the mirror so I have a full view of the surreal beauty of our bodies intertwined.

Devin’s eyes meet mine through the mirror, and just like that, the game is over, and the moment

we’ve both building up to can’t wait any longer.

His lips claim mine once more when he pulls my head back to him, and I don’t care who the fuck

walks in. I don’t want him focusing on anything but me right now. \My fervent ambition grabs him,

and the water sinks back into hiding.

Now… He’s all mine
.

“Well, that was… Wow,” I
murmur a little too dreamily in my overly relaxed, energy-depleted,

and incredibly sated state.

He breathes out a bit of a laugh for my stammering proclamation.

“I think ‘
wow’
is a rather understating word for the epic, surreal, inconceivably outlandish, and

blistering passion entangled in that session,” he breathlessly counters.

I blush lightly and giggle at his overly fascinated tone. His lips softly caress mine, and then he

sighs loudly.

“Cover up,” he gripes. “Deacon is coming in.”

I quickly jerk the sheet to my chin, and Deacon does just as Devin foresaw. I laugh a little at his

reddened face, and he shakes his head.

“I assumed the two of you would be finished by now,” he grumbles. “It has been hours, and we’re

still waiting on you to finish up the details,” he admonishes to Devin.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll be out in a minute,” Devin assures with a quirky grin.

“I swear,” Deacon murmurs in distaste as he heads back out, and I giggle lightly while I snuggle

up closer to the rebellious caretaker.

“Are you sure you want to stay the caretaker?” I tease. “You seem to be having a problem

finishing your meetings.”

“I don’t trust anyone else with your safety. Lana is just jealous because she was Deidra’s

caretaker for centuries. She feels a little ousted now, but I don’t even trust her. I need to know every

detail of what’s going on, and more so, I need to control it so I can be certain each move is in your

best interest,” he murmurs in his silky tone.

Chills lightly spread over me upon hearing his attentive devotion, and I can’t help but want yet

another encore when I see his mouthwatering body being revealed to my scandalous eyes as he pulls

on his jeans.

“You have to stop looking at me that way. I’ll never get back to work if you don’t,” he snickers

out.

“I think we should get more mirrors in here,” I murmur mildly.

“Why?” he muses as he slips on his shirt.

“Because I loved watching you when we were still in the bathroom,” I provocatively release, and I

see him now swallowing the imaginary lump in his throat.

“You’re never letting me out of here, are you?” he smolders, and I smirk as he flashes back to the

bed.

His lips devour mine with carnivorous ambition, and then his hands slide their scorching heat

against my legs as he slips the sheet up.

“Fuck,” he breathes into my mouth with frustration, and then Kry walks in unannounced.

“Sorry, but this is a little important,” he mutters in aggravation. “Lana instructed me not to leave

until you came out with me. She’s sending Theia in next. You want your mom to see this?”

“I’m coming,” Devin growls, and then his lips grace mine with a lighter tug before flashing out of

the room.

I giggle lightly, and then I pick up the shards of my scorched clothing. Now Devin’s having

problems controlling the fire he taught me to suppress.

I can’t help but smile as I stare over at the huge charred mark - evidence of our torrid sexcursion.

The sheets are singed, and the walls are still whining about their forced wilted state.

My phone rings, and I almost leap out of my seat when I see it’s the one meant to call my parents

from. I stumble over my own feet that are moving too fast in their flashing approach, and I crash into

the wall while grabbing the phone - bits of sheet rock chunking up and crashing to the ground.

“What? Is Aster okay?” I panic.

“Angel?” Nadia’s sweet voice whimpers.

“Nadia? What’s wrong? Where’s Mrs. Titan?” I prompt anxiously.

“Angel, I had a bad dream,” she says with a tearful hint.

My heart sinks to the floor, and I try to think of a way to soothe this child while coaxing out the

information in a way that doesn’t upset her more.

“Nadia, it’s just a dream. Dreams aren’t real,” I murmur with lack of conviction, considering, in

her case, it’s a lie.

“My dreams come true. Even when they’re nightmares,” she murmurs with a nearly inaudible

tone, and chills consume every inch of my body as the hair on my head slowly crawls and attempts to

stand on end.

“Nadia, sweetie, please tell me what you saw,” I plead in a choking whisper.

“I saw everything, everyone, and the hero didn’t save him in time in this dream,” she utters with

fear straining out more prominently.

“The hero didn’t save who?” I urge softly.

“Devin,” she sobs, and my heart plummets to the floor as hot and cold rush me in a tingling

unison. “Last time he saved him, this time he killed him.”

“Nadia, that doesn’t make sense. Maybe this was just a regular nightmare,” I say comfortingly,

but I’m not sure whom I’m trying to convince - her or me.

“It wasn’t. I got the fever. Mrs. Titan gave me medicine, but I didn’t tell her it wouldn’t help.”

There’s no way this is definitive. They said we couldn’t change the outcome of a dreamer’s

vision, but her vision changed. That means there has to be a way.

“Why did Jace kill Devin?” I ask warily, though I shouldn’t be pushing her young mind to revisit

such a dark place.

“Because of the shadow,” she murmurs softly, and then I get sick.

Rhea can control and possess an immortal. That’s how she made the others hate Kronos. She

possessed him and then forced them to think he was a tyrant, when all along it was her and her

trickery.

She’s going to possess Jace and kill Devin.

No. Hell no.

I don’t care what they say, I can’t let this happen. I won’t let this happen.

“Can you stop the dream?” she asks hopefully, bringing me back from my silent panic attack, and

I have to wipe away the burning tears from my cheeks.

“Of course I can,” I force out, and my body crumbles to the ground from the exhausting

revelation.

“Nadia,” Mom calls from a distance.

“I have to go. I won’t tell Mrs. Titan,” she promises, and I hear her forced maturity ringing out

too loudly.

She’s never had the naïve bliss of a child, and now my moment of forgotten woe has returned with

a striking vengeance.

The phone goes dead, but I hold it in a suspended state while trying to fully fathom all I’ve just

had unloaded on me. They’re not like visions, and Devin told me sometimes they mingle with real

dreams. Maybe she’s wrong.

Maybe she was having a nightmare mixed with her premonition.

Maybe I’m just trying not to accept the possibility of anything else.

I pick my phone back up, and I keep my eyes glued to the back of the padded door so no one

surprises me by walking in on my secret conversation.

“Adisia?” Slash asks with bemusement.

“I need you to meet me in thirty minutes,” I almost command.

“Okay. Where?”

“The beach. I’ll text you details.”

“See you then,” he replies with curiosity still etched into his tone.

I slide the phone into the pocket of my jeans I threw on, and then I steady my breath before

walking into the packed living area.

There are so many more people than I even knew were here. Eyes flash to me expectantly, and

now I feel a little on the spot.

Devin struts over to me with a proud smirk when all the men who’ve barely seen me lose their

breath.

Damn Aphrodite zing.

“What’s up, baby?” he playfully chirps, and I force out a grin before beginning my lie.

“I’m going to go get some air.”

“Okay. Let me grab my shoes,” he offers before flashing into the bedroom.