Burn for Me (Chaotic Love)

Epilogue

9-2-2025

I did it first.

-Sam

Caspian clearly wanted to show off his accomplishments, acting as if Jasmine hadn’t helped put the place together and I hadn’t contributed to choosing the ring. He ruined a beautiful opportunity to allow me to ravish my little devil once more, leaving me with a short fuse and raging hard-on since Jasmine was in a rush to get dressed.

We were already running late because our training ran over–more like the kids we were training couldn't process simple commands, and Jasmine refused to leave until they did. My knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel due to Jasmine's dainty fingers tracing mindlessly along my leg; I huff in annoyance.

“You can stop pouting; it's not a good look on you.” She teases, and I shake my head. I'm being tested. My restraint is wearing thin. She thinks she is safe from me because we aren't in our quarters? She should know better by now, especially since our little run-in of making her watch the cameras while I railed into that perfect pussy just to prove a point that I didn't care where we were.

“Watch it,” I warn, hissing slightly as her fingers brush against the zipper of my jeans. I pull into the gravel driveway, park the car, and stare at the house. Caspian has done well, but it reminds me of what I’ve become.

I’ve always been second in command, but lately, the base and the team have started to feel more like my own, especially since he has been focusing on his relationship. Meanwhile, Moe insists he isn’t ready to handle such a big responsibility yet. I still make light trips to one specific faction, but those visits never last long. To be honest, I would rather not go there at all. I enjoy being here— home .

The car door shuts, pulling me from my inner turmoil as the scent of jasmine begins to fade from the interior. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to compose myself, before quickly rushing out of the vehicle as another car door closes. Turning back, I see Moe hurrying up the driveway. I admire his physique; it's reassuring to know that he's taking care of himself even while traveling the world. He's taken on the task of managing separate bases and corresponding with the people who need reminders about their responsibilities.

“How was the flight?” My question is simply to try and distract my dick so it doesn't throb out of my pants. He shrugs and steps by my side. Thanks for the distraction arse hole.

I walk beside him, watching the light rain cling to the skin exposed by Jasmine's sundress, and I grin. She has discovered how to embrace her true self—psychotic and tempting, yet elegant and refined. It took me some time to adjust to the little things I didn't know about her, but I’ve stored them deep in my mind, locked away so I’ll never forget.

As we approach the porch, I drop my hand to the small of her back, and Moe shoves his hands into his pockets.

“You still haven't gotten an answer from him, have you?” Jasmine’s voice is quiet as she presses the doorbell.

“Probably never will.” Moe grinds out. He has become increasingly adamant about discovering who his biological father is. I've talked to Jasmine about it, and she feels uneasy regarding the conversation. She doesn't like keeping something so significant a secret.

“What's taking them so bloody long?” My hand drops to the high curve of Jasmine's arse as I impatiently push open the door, not caring to wait for a response.

“Goddamn, doesn't anyone know how to answer a door?” I snap.

“Be nice.” Jasmine chimes in with a small smile.

Moe scoffs and steps inside, shutting the door behind him.

“How do you think I feel? I've been gone for months!”

As soon as my peripheral sees curly hair rushing toward us, I step back, pulling Jasmine with me. Sharkie tumbles into Moe’s chest, and he wraps his arms around her, giving a twirl.

“About time!” Moe exclaims, and Caspian walks in casually, shaking his head and laughing as loudly as Moe.

I clench my jaw as Jasmine pulls from my grasp and takes Sharkie's hand, twisting it in the light. “Thank God. I was terrified he was going to choose something horrendous.”

Sharkie's cheeks flush even more, and her eyes dart around the room. I understand Jasmine is doing her due diligence to be a good, excited friend, but Sharkie seems overwhelmed. I'm sure she is still adjusting to everything.

“I’m glad you made it.” Tide smiles widely while clasping a hand to Moe's shoulder

“Congratulations, Cas!” Moe smiles, but the expression doesn’t quite reach his eyes. I understand why, though it’s not my place to comment on it. Those conversations are reserved for Moe and me on dinner nights when we discuss new changes and adjustments between factions.

“Yeah, it’s about time.” I joke, raising an eyebrow. Caspian rolls his eyes as if he can read my mind.

I did it first.

With Sharkie rushing through the house and Moe trailing Tide, I seize the moment. I wrap my arm around Jasmine's waist and pull her back against me. She tries to follow them to the dining room, but I gently tug on the back of her dress.

“What?” She hisses, and I grin. Is someone getting irritable? What a pity. I'm about to make it worse.

I don't answer; instead, I pull her along until we reach the top. If I remember correctly, there should be an… A-ha.

“Sam!” Jasmine yelps as she stumbles into the large marble counter. She looks stunning, pinning me with an intense glare through the mirror. Her hair frames her face beautifully, cascading naturally over her shoulders. Taking a step forward, I press my chest against her back and trace a teasing trail along her skin with a light touch between the alley of her breasts down her abdomen.

“We’re supposed to be celebrating an engagement, " she mutters, but she can't hide her breathlessness from me even if she tries.

“I highly doubt they've noticed we're missing yet. I say we have about five minutes.” I brush the hair off her neck and trail my lips down the column as my hand drifts lower, tracing the short hem of her dress and dipping between her thighs. Tides' voice booms as expected, but I can't determine what he's saying. Not that I’d want to right now, anyway.

“Five minutes until what?” Jasmine's head drops between her shoulders, clearly realizing that her struggles will be fruitless. Honestly, all she'd have to say is no, and I would listen.

“Until,” I trail my fingers higher, distracted by the easy access my fingers have gliding through her lips. “No underwear, little devil? Were you planning on putting me through hell tonight?”

“I do that every day.” she gasps as I press firmer into her back.

“Fuck yes, you do, and I love every second, but now you can see how it makes me feel.”

I can’t help but look back to the mirror and watch her jaw go slack as I push a finger into her cunt and brace my palm against her clit. Even when I see her in such an enticing position, I wonder how I deserve someone like her. As Jasmine tenses from the pressure, I press my knuckles against the spot that makes her lashes flutter and grasp her jaw, keeping her focus on mine.

“Don't look away,” I warn, taking my time to withdraw and spread her arousal over her sensitive bundle. Her legs are already trembling from such a simple touch and her hands are pressing hard enough into the counter her knuckles goes pale.

“Do you remember that teasing you were just doing?” I take a breath, placing a small kiss on her neck as my hand slips higher to cover her mouth as her eyes go wide, “How you walked in here acting like you hadn’t just got me so hard that I have pre-come sticking to my thigh?”

She shakes her head against my hand, her soft breaths brushing my knuckles.

“I guess we’re both about to be frustrated,” I mutter, slowly circling her clit until I find the pace that had her legs trembling below. Jasmine raises her hand to push mine away from her mouth, clearly protesting.

"No!" The deep baritone voice bounces off the walls, nearly rattling the house, which startles her. I quickly pull my hand back and smooth down her dress as an annoyed growl escapes her throat. I was going to deny her the release she craves. Caspian's yell just made it a whole lot quicker than I anticipated.

We need to intervene in the chaos unfolding beneath us. I'm sure I'll say something that will upset Tide again, and Jasmine will hold her tongue until we return to our quarters. Only then will she stay up all night ranting and raving about everything she wishes she could have said.

That’s one of the things I love about her—how she now opens up to me instead of just burying her nose in a notepad to bottle everything up.

It will be worth it, though. Even though I was thrown into the wrong family, I now have the right one. With two chosen brothers who will always have my back, a psychotic friend whose smile is still a little scary, and a wife who would burn the world down for me, it’s my turn to reciprocate their support. It’s time to fix a few broken parts so we cherish all our good a whole lot more.

Turning to Jasmine, I trail my fingers from her mouth to push her hair from her face in an attempt to tame it. I can feel her stare, even as I try to ignore it. I know it’s not just the tension coiling tightly in her abdomen, making her shift on her feet to alleviate the pressure between her legs; it’s that she can see straight into my soul and read every wrinkle between my brows.

“What are you thinking?” she whispers as if she hadn't just been two seconds away from using my full name.

“I’m thinking I should get out the mask later and chase you around a bit for that pout you’re wearing,” I tease, gently kissing her head. She slaps my chest playfully and tries to storm past to exit the bathroom, but then she contradicts herself by waiting for me by the door.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, little devil,” I murmur as I guide her out of the bathroom and back down the stairs. Caspian is going on about something, and I don’t have to listen too closely to know that Moe is fighting to suppress the voice he’s shown to everyone. It’s not like I could focus on the battle playing out across the table even if I tried.

Seeing this beautiful home and all the possibilities it offers my friends annoys me. I never gave Jasmine the life she deserved. There was no heartfelt proposal or a beautiful wedding. We won't have kids unless we find another way, and I’m uncertain if I’ll ever truly leave my faction until retirement. But by then, our lives will have flown by. I want to give her the world—heaven and hell—but that feels so far out of my reach that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to obtain it.

As delicate fingers frame my jaw, I nearly flinch, pulling my focus into deep golden depths. So lost in my inner turmoil, I had barely noticed that I’d guided us to sit and that Caspian had poured me a glass of bourbon.

“For better or worse?” she whispers with a lazy smile, and my chest deflates with a sigh. For the longest time, I relished the pain I could inflict because it made me feel like I deserved everything I went through. But when she looks at me like I'm some sort of God sent to save her, I realize that even the devil deserves to be seen.

To be loved.

“Till death do us part and even after.”