Chapter Four
Lust wound its way around Kaos’ vocal cords, forcing him to stifle it.
His little paradox stood there, poking every inch of his powers with her words.
And now her body was in on the assault. With every exchange, he realized there was something exclusive about her.
And this difference was… threatening. But how, in what way, and why? And who was threatened? Her or him?
Surely her , his Lust and Rage assured.
The urge to step away and call Kildare hit him with a startling force. And then came the knock on the door.
Her gaze snapped from his and his powers torpedoed to the intruder on the other side of entrance.
Kildare.
Kaos raked his eyes down her body then froze on her pussy.
A possessive growl ruptured his lungs at the outline of her delicate petals under the white clinging material.
Now he needed to spin her around and compare which provoked his Lust more, her pouty ass or delicate pussy.
He remembered he had her panties in his pocket. Which meant she had none.
Another knock.
Fucking seraphim.
“Get dressed,” he ordered.
Her instant obedience marked something in his blood as he made his way to the door. He paused then opened it four inches, getting met with Kildare in Kade form, brows raised with suspicion.
“What,” Kaos demanded quietly.
“ Something told me you might need assistance.”
“With what?”
“I think you know.”
Stupid Seraph. “I know very few things with you, dear brother .”
“Not with me , with you.”
Kaos opened the door and pushed Kildare back when he thought that meant enter. He stepped outside and shut it. “Explain it plainly to the black-blooded moron.”
“You cannot touch her. Not while you’re working.”
The sudden loophole tilted his head. “You’re implying I can while not working.”
“You can’t use that power without creating a flare.”
“I can shield.”
“Not that , you can’t.”
He didn’t understand. “Why not?”
“The same reason we had to sever. She won’t be able to hide it.”
Another loophole that put his Rage and Lust racing in stupid circles. Kildare’s pained look kicked against his Rage. “You have a solution you want to share, Firefly ?”
“Well, I don’t, but Kohl might , ” he said carefully.
Kohl. Kaos stared at him. “Is there a reason you can’t just come out and fucking tell me?”
“It’s really something you have to figure out,” he informed quietly, raising his brows more, like it might turn him into a genius.
“What does Kohl have that I don’t?” Kaos asked, getting Kildare’s eager nods.
“Good question,” he encouraged, watching him.
“ I’m fucking Kohl,” he muttered, wanting to strangle him.
“No,” he said quietly. “You’re Kaos. Kohl is your alias. Your human alias.”
Kaos paused at the careful stress he put on human.
“We have to use that to stay undercover?” Kildare further hinted.
It finally came to him. “So I can touch her. Just not with my power.”
Kildare grinned. “You’re still a genius.”
“You’re mocking me,” he marveled darkly. “I don’t know anything about being human and yet I’m having to guard a female one .
Kildare palmed his shoulder, fingers digging in. “Consider this training. And she’s the perfect teacher.” He gave an exaggerated wink right at him as Kaos tried to figure out what this scenario with her would look like in reality.
“No power at all,” Kaos double checked.
“Only the power of human intuition.” Back to hinting.
Kaos realized, “She has nearly angelic intuition.”
He leaned in then paused before muttering, “And so do you .”
A final hint. Which Kaos understood. He’d use only the abilities a human had. And he’d let her teach him. Passively. Which could take…
Kildare gave a sympathetic groan. “As your best, favorite brother, I’m going to give you a little gift. One I’m allowed,” he assured, like Kaos cared about his rules. “You ready for it? It’s coming like a download. Matrix style.”
Before Kaos could ask what matrix style was, his being jolted with the sudden dump of knowledge. Kaos breathed through the onslaught, his brain cataloging everything rapid fire. When it was done, Kaos realized he had a lifetime worth of strange data.
“I only gave you a decade,” Kildare said, shocking Kaos. “But it’s enough to keep you from sounding like you’re literally from another planet. You’re welcome but you owe me.”
Kaos searched all his new knowledge and realized what he lacked.
“I left that part empty so you could fill it with experience,” he explained, giving him another wink that felt like an eyelid assault.
Flaming cocksucker. “You gave me all this useless human bile and not a single thing regarding this female?”
He admonished with a pointer finger at him.
“Three things. You used the word shit, which is part of your updated vocabulary. You now have basic food recipes you can build on. And you have a lexicon of this generation’s jargon.
I gave you enough to get you going, a push on your bike without training wheels. ”
Kaos examined said jargon , perplexed. “Is this another version of English?”
He answered with a wry grin. “Welcome to the end of mankind.” He performed his signature molestation, hand firmly gripping Kaos’ shoulder. “I’ll call you tomorrow and see how you fared. Try to relax and enjoy the ride.”
Kaos watched Mr. Wink and Pat stride off.
He paused before going back in, sending his power through the link to find her.
Still in the bedroom. His bedroom. The term good girl suddenly hit with enough lust to bring him to his knees in orgasm.
He doubted it was his generational download that informed him it was exactly what he needed.
A mega, factory reset climax. Only without the influence of his power and the soul-anchor it came with.
That attachment could never happen again. Ever.
He entered and locked the door, using only his ears to try and learn what he could while making his way back to the kitchen area. Eyeing the ingredients she’d taken out, his basic cooking knowledge launched ideas for most of it.
“Is the coast clear?” she called from the room as he paused with the urge to wash his hands. A human vulnerability. Germs.
Did his body come with those?
“It is,” he called back.
She stepped out of the hallway and he paused at seeing she hadn’t changed. Because she wanted him to see her. In every way she could be seen.
“Sit,” he ordered.
Necessary etiquette popped into his head.
“Please,” he added, eyeing the smile it brought to her lips while his Lust took measured notes.
“Are you cooking for me?”
She liked that idea.
He sorted through the jargon in his head, settling on, “I’m going to try.”
“So, what are you making me?”
He turned on the stove and set it to a medium flame. “I’m going to attempt an omelet,” he announced or warned.
She sucked in an excited breath, folding her arms on the counter. “Is this your first time? It’s my first time.”
“It is,” he confessed, feeling like honesty would always be critical with her.
“This is great,” she praised, her tone begging his Lust. “It’s my first time to have a beautiful man cook for me.”
He nearly used his powers to discern how true that was as he searched the cabinets for the required items.
“A man has never cooked for you?” He found it hard to imagine. But not hard to hope.
“Hmmm, two have. But neither were beautiful.”
Beautiful. He was suddenly hungry for everything but food as he gave in to a partial smile, fumbling one of the mixing bowls he found.
“You probably get told that all that time by your many girlfriends?” she fished as he put his bowl on the counter.
“I don’t have a girlfriend. Or a wife,” he added, recalling that relationship status also. “What about you?” he returned, wanting to hear her talk about how available she was.
She sighed and propped her cheeks in both palms, elbows on the counter. “I’m twenty-six years old and honestly thought I’d be married with children by now.”
Interesting. Why the rush? “Why aren’t you?”
He opened the carton of eggs and took one out, peeking at the softness of her face and the contemplation in her brows.
“Because I never found the right one.”
“No?” he echoed, feeling the easy flow of communicating.
She shook her head. “Because I’m terrible at deciding things,” she explained, dropping her hands. “Do you know, I once painted a wall six times in a month because I couldn’t decide on a color?”
He realized smiling seemed easier and wondered if it was part of that human data download. “I did not know this. Process of elimination is a legitimate form of decision making.”
“Mmm…” She wrinkled her nose with a headshake.
“More like I have a color disease. Or a choosing disease. With color,” she clarified.
“I can’t seem to settle on one in anything.
I choose, yes, but every choice is second guessed, like a little…
mental itch I have to scratch.” She suddenly tilted her head the other way, peering at him.
He was suddenly sorry he’d committed his clunky human faculties to something besides absorbing this moment.
A bright, generational idea hit him. “What if I take you out to eat?” The moment he said it, he realized he lacked several things to make that possible.
A vehicle. The ability to drive. And money.
“Oh my God, that would be amazing!” she gasped, locking him in tight to the offer.
“Like a date? I haven’t been on a date in forever.
It doesn’t have to be a date,” she hurried.
“It can just be an outing with a friend. Unless you want to carry out your threat…” Her hands covered her face.
“I did not just say that out loud.” She dropped them, revealing her happy smile, skin nearly red. “I would love a date. A dinner I mean.”
Fuck, he was double locked in now as his Lust spilled over and Rage plotted opportunities.
He’d have to make a call to King Ruby Cube. “Get dressed in something less… lethal,” he said after a struggle between era-choice words and straight up accuracy.