Page 53 of Chaos
“Should I call you Zeus or Duncan?” I ask into the silence between us. I can feel Zeus tighten at the question. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s alright, Serena. I just haven’t gone by that name in such a long time. I always felt like Duncan died that night, and Zeus is who I am.”
“Do you miss being that kid?”
“More than anything.” He sighs. “But I wouldn’t be where I am now in life if I were still him. My life isn’t perfect. There is a lot I wish I could have changed, but not anymore. I have perfection in my arms right now. I may miss that kid I once was, but if losing him means I get to have you, then it was worth it.”
I poke my head up off his chest and stare into his eyes, seeing he means the words he just said. His hand on my waist squeezes me three times, just like he always does. I want to tell him that I would love him no matter who he was, but the words are stuck. I have never told him I loved him before, but I do. I love him more than I ever thought possible. The way he makes me feel, I know this is what love is supposed to be.
Instead of saying the words, I show him.
I crash my lips against his, throwing everything I am feeling into the kiss. It doesn’t take him even a second to reciprocate the kiss. I can feel he feels the same way about me. I can feel the hunger, desire, and love pour into me.
He starts kissing down my neck, his hand slides up from my hip until he has my breast in his hand. He grips it tight, pinching my nipple between his fingers. A wanton moan escapes my lips, making Zeus growl in appreciation.
I push him away, and his eyes go wide, thinking he did something wrong. Instead of telling him that he didn’t, I took my shirt off. Leaving me in a white lacy bra. His mouth drops open, and I can practically see the drool coming out of his mouth.
I grab the hem of his shirt, wanting to take it off, but he grabs my hands. I look at him, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
“Wait, Siren. Are you sure you want to? I don’t want you to feel like I opened up about my depressing past, that I was using it as a way to get in your pants.”
I don’t reply. Instead, I just stare at the man beside me, wondering how I got so lucky. How did I end up with a man who cares so much about me and what I am feeling?
I reach for the hem of his shirt again. This time, he lets me take it and pull it off his rugged body. His sexy as fuck six pack. The deep V that trails under his jeans. The thick cords of muscles on his arms. With each inch of skin revealed, I see more of the man who has hidden himself from everyone.
His chest has a few tattoos, but the thing that catches my attention the most is the scar from the lightning strike. It starts on his shoulder and drapes down his entire back. If I didn’t know it was a scar, I would have thought it was another tattoo.
I glide my fingers across his shoulder, mesmerized by the pattern. Zeus shivers against my touch, enjoying the feeling as his eyes are full of carnal hunger. Before I can ask if I can see the rest, he turns around, showing the rest of his scar.
It takes up almost all his back. You can see where the lightning struck. A central point that scatters everywhere. I caress my finger over the pattern, memorizing the design. It’s sad but stunning.
He survived something that should have killed him. He is a warrior, through and through. I pull my hand off his back, making him turn around to me. I can see the panic in his eyes. Thinking that I am turned off by it, but it’s the complete opposite. Seeing his strength makes me want him more than I thought possible.
I placed my hand against his chest and pushed him to his back. I know if he didn’t want to move, there is no way that I could move him. He is letting me take control. Letting me have the power to decide how far this goes.
I straddle his lap, feeling his erection straining against his jeans. I lean forward, placing my lips against mine. Still letting me take the lead, he follows the soft, sensual pace I have set.
His hands grip my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh. I start to slowly grind my aching pussy against him, feeling every inch of him against me. Growling against my lips, he fights every urge not to take control of me. I bite his bottom lip, hard.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but you are starting to push my limits, Serena.” He all but growls at me.
“Maybe I want to push your limits, Zeus. See how far you could go.” The mischief is clear in my voice. Wanting to push him to see the real him that he hides from everyone.
“A little tease, are we?” He arches her.
I let out the smallest little giggle. “I can be. It’s fun to tease and be a brat until I’m put in my place.” My voice grows husky, releasing the truth behind the words.
I never thought of myself as the bratty type, but since meeting the guys, I can confidently say that it is fun. I was always too shy and controlled to explore this side of me, but with the Kings, I feel like I can be anything. Do anything. Try anything and no one will judge me.
“Well then, it’s a good thing I know how to put a teasing little brat back in the place she belongs.” Zeus’s voice dips low, taking on an edge that I have never heard. He is normally so monotone that it surprises me in the best way.
“Thinking about that makes me so wet,” I whisper, embarrassed that I admitted that out loud.
“Thinking about what, sweetheart? My hands trailing over your naked skin, only barely touching you. Grabbing you firm but gently by the shoulder, pushing you down to your knees.” With each sentence, my thighs tighten and my core pulses. My eyes widen at first, not knowing what to say or do, but I don’t move or cower from him. Just waiting to see what he will do. “But that’s not all you were thinking, was it?”
If only he knew that was exactly what I was thinking.
I start kissing down his neck. Across his chest. Down his extremely toned stomach, until I reach his lickable V that leads under his jeans. I undo the button, pull the zipper down and grab the hem of his pants and boxers. I look up at him, letting him decide if this is alright or not.
