From the Ashes (Syndicate of the Legion #3)

7. Kaos

CHAPTER SEVEN

KAOS

H aving Camilla’s soft body wrapped around mine is as settled as I’ve felt since I was balls deep inside her last night. She doesn’t know what to do to help me, but she also doesn’t realize that her just being here is everything I need.

A year ago, I wouldn’t have let a woman touch me, let alone let one comfort me. But now? Now my princess is all I could think about all night as I fell apart.

She drags her fingertips through my hair, and I swallow the groan that threatens to escape. Why does that feel so fucking good?

When was the last time I allowed someone to comfort me? Have I ever? My mom was never in the picture, and I’d never dare call Crew or my dad nurturing. Is this the first time I’ve let someone do this for me?

We don’t have much time. It won’t be long before we have to get ready for the funerals.

If we had it our way, we wouldn’t even bother celebrating the lives of Michael and Scott De Marco. Camilla’s uncle and cousin actively tried to overthrow her, going as far as supplying the men to carry out a hit on her and Crew. A hit everyone else thinks was concocted by my father.

The thought makes me hold Camilla tighter. What if they’re right? What if my own dad wants the woman I love dead? And for what reason? He doesn’t know her, why would he want to hurt her?

That’s what I can’t get past.

It’s part of the reason I refuse to believe what the rest of them seem so happy to accept. That my father is not only alive, but he’s actively trying to take down something he helped to build.

Camilla presses her lips to my neck, the kiss a comforting gesture as she runs her fingers through my hair. “Tell me what I can do,” she murmurs. “Tell me what will make you feel better.” There’s a plea in her voice that tugs at the space my heart used to inhabit.

I pull her back slightly, allowing me to see her stormy eyes. They’re more faded than normal, they have been since she and Crew were ambushed, and I miss the vibrancy of the gray that I’ve found myself lost in over and over since she crashed her way into our lives.

We stare at one another for long seconds, her question lingering between us, and then my lips are on hers, my tongue immediately demanding entry as I nip at the soft pillows. A strangled moan escapes her throat as she repositions herself so she’s straddling me.

Every pass of my lips over hers is frantic. I need her. I need her to make me forget, just for a little while.

Camilla’s hands move over my body, clawing at the shirt I changed into last night, until I release her lips long enough for her to throw it across the room.

I grip either side of the button-down she’s wearing and tug until the buttons fly around us. The shirt belongs to Crew or Bishop, so I imagine I’ll get chewed out about ruining their shit, but right now I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except getting Camilla naked.

A giggle escapes her throat, and somehow the sound only makes me more desperate for her. How can a woman with so much fire and strength make a noise that sounds so innocent?

I shove the shirt off her shoulders before kissing down her throat and along her collarbone. She grinds desperately against me, my boxer briefs the only thing between us.

“Is my girl feeling needy?” I groan against her skin before sinking my teeth into the swell of her breast.

“Fuck, Kaos, please.”

“I like it when you beg for me, Princess.” I sink my teeth into her other tit and drag her hips closer. Fuck, she makes me crazy. “On your hands and knees, Camilla.”

She scrambles off my lap without hesitation and turns, giving me her delectable ass. I keep my eyes locked on her perfect pussy as I shove my underwear down.

I grasp her ass in both hands, opening her up for me, and the second my cock makes contact with her wet cunt, I surge forward.

Camilla screams at the sudden intrusion, but her pussy flutters around me. Our girl likes a bite of pain on the side of her pleasure, and that just proves how perfect she is for us.

“Fuck, Princess. Your pussy is perfection.” I press my palm into the center of her spine until she lowers her head to the rug beneath us, allowing my cock to hit her at a new angle.

“Kaos,” she cries out as I slam into her, stretching her tight pussy to its limits. The way she wraps around me is downright sinful, and if this is what I can look forward to for the rest of my life, I’ll die the happiest motherfucker to ever walk the earth.

“That’s it, baby.” I slap a hand down against her ass and revel in the scream that follows. She’s already getting close to the edge, but she won’t be coming until I’m good and ready.

I withdraw almost as quickly as I slammed into her, and she throws a glare over her shoulder. Before she gets a chance to sass me, I slap a hand down on her pussy and watch as she clenches around nothing.

“What the—” She only gets the two words out before I spank her pussy again.

“Look how wet you are, Princess.” I circle her clit, but never apply enough pressure to bring her to the brink, before slapping my hand over the sensitive bundle of nerves once more. “Your perfect pussy is gushing for me.”

“Kaos, please. I need more,” she sobs.

I give my cock a few hard pumps before slamming back into her and giving us both what we want. I want to spend hours inside her. I want to drag her pleasure out and steal her orgasms right when she’s at the cusp until she’s boneless and exhausted and can’t possibly take it anymore.

But I don’t have the time, nor do I have the patience right now.

I set a punishing pace, holding her hips so tight I’m sure they’ll be covered in bruises, but that only makes me fuck her harder. Covering Camilla with my marks has become one of my favorite things to do.

“I’m close,” she cries out.

“Touch your clit, Princess. I want to feel you milk my cock,” I force out through clenched teeth. I’m nearing the point of no return, but I refuse to let go before she does.

Her hand snakes beneath her and brushes over where we’re connected, causing us both to groan.

“That’s it, Princess. Make yourself come,” I growl, increasing the speed of my thrusts in time with her ministrations.

“So close,” Camilla whines.

The tingling at the base of my spine intensifies as my balls rear up, telling me I’m running out of time before I’m going to blow my load.

I slap my palm down on her ass, and Camilla detonates beneath me. Her pussy clamps down on me, and I’m powerless to stop my own release as she drags me over the edge with her.

A roar escapes my throat, mingling with her sobs of pleasure, as I empty myself inside her. Before Camilla came along, I never would have considered unprotected sex. Condoms were a safety blanket I clung to because what right do I have to ever be a father? I’ve been a fuckup my whole life.

But somehow it doesn’t seem like such a terrifying idea with Camilla. Having a kid, a family. Even knowing she has an IUD, I’m not worried about the zero-point-five percent chance it fails.

All I care about is marking her from the inside out.