Page 68 of In the Shadows

“Fuck,” Kaos groans as he presses a trail of kisses down my neck, nipping the sensitive skin as he goes and dragging needy moans from my throat. “Keep making sounds like those, Princess, and I’m going to spend the rest of the day dragging orgasms from your perfect fucking body.”

I stare up at him, my mouth agape. Who is this man, and what has he done with the Kaos that can’t stand to be in the same room as me?

He toys with the hem of the shirt I’m wearing, and when I don’t immediately stop him, he shoves it up, uncovering my stomach and lace-covered breasts.

Kaos stares down at me, his eyes wild and a little unhinged as they track over my body, and I force myself to remain still.

Almost all the bruising has faded, just a few dark spots over my rib cage that Rogers warned might be there for a while, given how deep it was, but that’s where his eyes are locked.

Before I can speak, he dips his head and presses gentle kisses over the bruising, tearing a moan from my throat as his lips and tongue drag over the oversensitive flesh.

“Kaos,” I moan.

His almost black eyes snap up to meet mine, and a devilish smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. “Oh, Princess, I fucking love hearing my name on those pretty pink lips.”

A deep flush moves over my cheeks and down my chest, the heat of his touch making the room feel like a fucking inferno. I don’t understand any of what’s happening, but right now I’m letting my body lead the way.

All I ever do is make decisions with my head. Just this once, I want my body and heart to make the choices. Just for a little while.

Kaos drops his head again, his teeth biting into the soft swell of my breast and tearing a cry from my throat before he laps at the sore spot. The way pleasure and pain dance together makes it hard to breathe, but I have a feeling no one could play my body as well as these men do.

“You taste so sweet, Camilla,” he murmurs as he kisses farther down, his lips grazing over my belly until he reaches the waistband of my tights and reality comes crashing back down.

I push myself up, panic radiating through my bones. Fuck. If I let this go any further, Kaos really will hate me.

“Kaos,” I gasp as he sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin beneath my belly button. “We can’t.”

His dark eyes flick up and meet mine, hurt and anger swirling around, and I can feel him retreating long before he moves.

“I have my period,” I blurt out, my cheeks heating immediately at the admission. “I don’t want my first time to be any more bloody than it needs to be.”

He stares at me for a moment, as if he’s not sure what to make of my words, before a deep chuckle escapes his chest.

My breath catches in my throat at the sound and at the breathtaking smile that takes over his usually hard features. I haven’t spent much time with Kaos in recent weeks, and the days I have seen him, he’s had a scowl permanently etched into his brow. But his smile, as sinister as it seems to be, makes him look younger, and I quietly make it my mission to see it at least once a day.

“You think a little blood will discourage us, Princess?” he murmurs as he covers me with his huge body, trapping me between him and the mattress.

I stare up at him with wide eyes. All the boys I’ve known, hell, even the men in my father’s ranks, were disgusted by a woman’s period, however natural it may be.

Kaos brushes a thumb across my cheek, the touch gentle and at complete odds with how he kissed me when he first came in here. “You’re so pretty when you blush, Camilla.”

My name on his lips sends a shiver of need through my body, and he gives me a knowing smirk.

“Okay, we’ll stop. But you have to know, being with the four of us, there won’t be a day when you’re not full of our cocks and our cum. And I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He leans down, his lips brushing over my earlobe. “All of us have a thing for blood.”

A moan escapes my throat before I can catch it, but I don’t give myself a chance to examine why those words turned me on so much. The fact I’m entertaining the idea of entering a relationship, for lack of a better word, with four of the most unhinged men in the city is crazy enough without adding my apparent new blood kink to the mix.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

BISHOP

Irub my hand down my face as I perch on the edge of Camilla’s bed.

It’s the middle of the fucking night, and there’s nothing I want more than to curl myself around my woman and get some much-needed rest. But that’s not an option.

It’s been four days since I took Camilla out for ice cream and four days since Crew barked orders at me to make sure Davenport doesn’t know she’s alive.

Which meant while everyone else was sleeping soundly, I was following the asshole around the city, tracking every move he makes for any sign he knows.

---