Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) (8 page)

painful.”

I get sick almost instantly. I hate seeing him hurt like this when I know how he feels about me.

“Jace, I’m sorry. Please don’t run off though,” I plead.

“I need to. I’ll see you again when I can, but for now I’m going to try to find some reasoning for

all this. It’s obvious you were fated to be with him, but it feels as though you were fated to be with

me as well. I have to find closure,” he explains.

I can’t make him stay, and I wish there was something that could take away his obvious misery.

“I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand.”

He walks over to hug me, and his breath grows rasp against the top of my head.

“I love you, Adisia. Maybe one day I won’t anymore.”

He pulls back, and then he kisses me just beside the lips.

“Bye Jace,” I whisper as he flashes from the room and out of my life.

I struggle against the new wave of tears, and then I look out the window to see Devin shifting

from side to side while staring at the door I’m supposed to emerge from.

His eager excitement is enough to bring me down from the sad exit, and I steady my breath as I

flash down the stairs before slowing to a respectable pace for mortal eyes.

Dad is waiting proudly, and I loop my arm through his.

Cheryl is gaping out the side window just before the doors open, and I laugh as she walks over to

me in disbelief.

“Holy hot groomsmen. Why didn’t you tell me they were all so… oh-my-gosh hot? I wouldn’t

have brought a dud date with me,” she scolds.

“Sorry,” I say while shrugging playfully, but it’s for the best considering the effects of falling for

an immortal.

“Why aren’t we walking with them down the aisle?” she gripes.

“I thought this would be a more dramatic effect,” I chuckle out. “You’ll get to walk back with

them,” I add.

She frowns and then takes her spot in line as they all filter through the doors. Clara gives me a

giddy grin while taking her spot in front of me, and she reaches back to clutch and squeeze my hand

just before walking off.

“I can still sneak you out the back,” Dad jokes.

“There’s only one direction I want to go… forward,” I smolder out, and Dad almost drips a new

tears.

“Then let’s do it,” he murmurs softly as a soft, beautiful melody begins to play.

Devin’s eyes widen in complete astonishment when he sees me strolling down the aisle, and

gushing excitement rings out as everyone in the audience gets a look at my new goddess body with the

perfect wedding gown dressing it.

I smile confidently, and it’s so incredible to feel this way. I spent my whole life in a self

conscious shell, but now I feel good enough to be with someone as phenomenal as Devin.

I almost burn up when his eyes dare me to charge him, and I giggle when Dad shifts against my

arm.

“You feel like you’ve got a fever,” he worries.

“I do,” I sizzle, and he grumbles very uncomfortably at my crude remark.

Then my bouquet starts to wilt under my heated touch. I almost laugh, but I refrain.

Devin smirks when he overhears the provocative comment I shouldn‘t have made in front of my

dad, and he tugs at his collar while trying to fight the urge to rip me from my dad’s arms and drag me

out of here.

Dad slowly releases me while giving me a peck on the back of my hand, and Devin pulls me up to

face him.

“Amazing. You look incredible,” he gushes, and then he pulls me closer to meet his lips.

Everyone starts laughing at his rushed kiss, and the minister clears his throat of the disapproval

while he begins his speech.

I don’t hear a word of anything as my eyes burn into Devin’s, and his lips silently beg mine to

return. I almost feel sweat forming on my chest as my heart fires out its rapid pace.

It’s surreal to be this insanely in love with someone. I can’t think about anything other than

spending my life in his arms.

“Well?” The minister prompts.

“Huh?” I ask curiously, and both sides of the wedding party start chuckling.

Devin smirks before answering my baffled confusion as I shift awkwardly under the humored

eyes.

“He wants to know if you want to marry me,” he smugly responds.

He knows what he’s doing to me, and he loves the fact I’ve tuned out everything just to revel in

his perfection.

“Oh… Yeah… I do,” I stammer out with a touch of humiliation, and more laughter erupts.

So much for that confidence I felt.

I slide his platinum ring on - it has our names engraved on the inside - and I almost pout when it

covers his tattooed wedding band. He smiles excitedly, and continues holding my hand as the minister

turns to him.

“And do you, Devin Cole, take you take this girl, Adisia Titan, to be your wife, to have and to

hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to

love and to cherish; from this day forward, for all eternity?”

“I sure as hell do,” he playfully replies with a sizzling tone, and then he slides my gem studded

wedding band on to join the decadent engagement ring.

The minister coughs upon hearing the crude remark, and Devin jerks me to his body to consume

me in the kiss he hasn’t yet been granted permission to take.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may… do as you’re doing,” the man laughs out in

defeat.

Everyone cheers, and Devin smiles against our incredible, long kiss that is almost enough to send

me over the edge.

We did it! I’m married to this perfect man!

“I love you, Adisia Cole,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I love you, husband,” I giggle out.

He scoops me up to carry me down the small steps, and everyone cheers louder as he carries me

back down the aisle. I laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck, and his lips find mine once more.

“We’re married,” he sighs in relief.

“It was perfect,” I giggle out. “Now I have to go change for the reception.”

“I’ll help you,” he smolders.

“We don’t need to break the inn’s beds,” I tease.

“We don’t have to use a bed,” he dares, and my lips sizzle against his as he carries me back up the

stairs.

I never see the hallways full of happy, rejoicing people. I miss all the blushing cheeks. I tune out

all the
congratulations.
I don’t even know where we are until I feel us crossing a threshold.

My feet find the ground, and he breathlessly pulls back while staring me up and down once more.

“You’re so beautiful,” he exhales in awe, and my cheeks fire up with their red sting.

He slowly slides the zipper of my dress down while kissing the back of neck. It elegantly drifts to

the ground as it slides down my body, and I step out - with my heels still on - to reveal the lacy

number he’s already seen once.

“I’ve been looking forward to being alone with you while you had that on,” he seduces, and then

he jerks me to his body.

I grip his tie to pull him closer, and he unbuttons his shirt while his lips stay glued to mine. The

tie pulls apart in my hands, and I slide his jacket and shirt off in unison so that I only have to contend

with his undershirt and pants.

He grips me tighter as I loosen the belt of his pants, and his hands cling to me with a desperate,

fiery desire.

“People will be looking for us,” I murmur against his delicious lips.

“Let them,” he growls, and then he lifts me up to push me against the wall.

I feel his body begging to pound against mine, but we try not to tear the entire room apart. The

throbbing is almost overwhelming, and his lips are devouring mine.

The poor inn’s room doesn’t stand a chance.
He can buy them a new one
.

The reception is decorated beautifully.
Every petal of the flowers is still crisp, and the flames

of the candle centerpieces dance with the music.

The streaming rows of satin fabric drape to offer a welcoming seduction, and the cake is proudly

standing in the center of the room. It’s not the grand piece of artwork I had originally chosen, but it’s

still gorgeous.

Everyone is eating and sparking animated conversations as they tell stories of the past - some

have to leave out how far back the stories date though.

I intentionally placed Kahl and Persia on the table with my parents so they could hear the stories

of my upbringing. They’re probably the only ones here who want to hear all the dull life experiences I

had, and I can tell it means a lot to them to have a piece of my past being presented to them.

Devin is in the far corner talking with Kry, Ther, and Hale. I see Hale smirking as he nudges

Devin and motions in my direction.

The smoky blue eyes turn to connect with mine, and a delighted, seductive smile spreads as he

removes himself from their conversation and makes his way to me. I can feel my body blushing from

the severely indecent, provocative fantasies running wildly through me as those eyes hold me captive.

“You keep amazing me today. I love the dress,” he murmurs softly while spinning me in a slow

twirl before pulling me to his heated body.

“I’m just getting started,” I dare.

“Careful. We may have to destroy another room,” he cautions with menace.

I blush more and shake my head at the embarrassing display we left behind.

“My dad is going to freak out,” I grumble.

“I’ll pay for the repairs,” Devin chuckles.

“How are we going to explain all the crushed furniture and scorched bedding? I swear

Aphrodite’s passion has burned hotter than Kaos’s fire lately,” I gripe.

“I’ll figure out something,” he murmurs softly while tilting my chin up so my eyes stare into his.

“You fixed your hair and makeup I see,” he teases.

“I sort of had to, in case you’ve forgotten what I looked like when you left,” I snicker.

“You looked like my wife,” he seduces.

“And now?”

“Now you look like my wife with clothes on,” he chuckles.

“You’re hilarious,” I roll out sardonically while ineffectively stifling a grin.

He kisses me softly to enjoy his amusing moment, and then I hear the song changing. I look up

when the sound of rapidly scooting chairs draws my attention.

“The boys couldn’t take it any longer,” Devin snickers out while Kry, Ther, Deacon, and Hale

clear the dance floor.

“What are they doing?” I muse.

“They’re about to dance,” Devin says with a shrug before returning to my kiss.

I push him back and shake my head.

“Uh-uh. I want to see this. I’ve heard them nagging me about the dancing since we started

planning the wedding. I have to see the skills that have been so hyped up.”

Devin laughs at my explanation, and then he joins me in watching the boys dance out onto the

floor. They’re doing simple, somewhat humorous dance moves that only smoking hot immortals can

make look sexy.

I roll my eyes at the drooling girls on the sideline as the immortal men continue their

unremarkable shuffles.

“This is what they’ve been raving about? I was expecting more,” I snicker out.

Kry’s eyes flash over to me to let me know he just heard my tart remark, and Devin shrugs at him.

“Adisia says she’s not impressed,” he mocks.

He’s so far away, but it isn’t hard to hear when you have a little super
oomph
.

“Rushing the climax, eh? What sort of Aphrodite doesn’t appreciate a little foreplay?” he teases.

I laugh a little, and Devin’s goofy grin mimics mine. Kry winks at me, and suddenly he drops to

the floor to start spinning on one arm while his body twirls around in balanced perfection.

Ther joins him as he dives and slides across the floor on his head. Suddenly they all break out

into badass moves, and I’m stunned by the martial arts mixed with break dancing moves.

Deacon flips over Ther as he slides again, and everyone goes wild over the unexpected floorshow.

Girls are now panting out their desires as they gape at the immortal gang blowing their minds.

Devin laughs ridiculously hard at my gaping mouth and elbows me playfully. I shake my head in

disbelief while clapping my jaw back shut, and then I start laughing.

Kry dances over to me, and starts pulling at my hand.

“How do you like me now?” he gloats.

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” I chuckle out.

“It’s your turn now.”

“I can’t follow that. I’ll just stay over here,” I say while trying to pull my hand free.

“Not a chance,” he laughs while throwing me over his shoulder and rushing me over to the dance

floor.

My eyes beseech Devin’s help, but he just raises his glass in a toasting motion while laughing. I

scowl at him, but he just laughs that much harder.

“I can’t dance like that,” I gripe.

“Dance like you can,” Kry jokes. “I’ll help you.”

The song changes and it’s a sexy beat that calls to the goddess within. My eyes flash green, and

suddenly Kry isn’t laughing anymore. He swallows hard as my hips start rotating, and I feel the power

of the bass thudding against my heart.

Others jump in to start dancing as well, but all eyes turn to me as I grip Kry’s tie and start pulling

him across the floor while spinning my web of seduction to trap them all.