Page 51 of Marked By Night

“Next, please.”

He hits the skip button on his phone and groans as soon as the next track starts playing, instantly recognizing the tune. “This one’s too easy too.”

“It’s your playlist, but yeah, you’re totally going to run out of fifties at this rate,” I say. “Antisocialistby Asking Alexandria.”

“You know, you’re pretty great at this.”

“Pfft. Did you think I wouldn’t be?”

He shrugs, before changing the song again. “I’ve never met a woman into all of the same music as me.”

“Yeah. My brother and I were really close, and he got me into all these bands. Skylar and I shared almost everything. Especially our taste in music. There were many nights when we’d sneak out and go see a local show in places a thirteen and seventeen-year-old never should have been, but Skylar always protected me.”

My heart pangs with sorrow every single time I think about him. It’s a bone-deep kind of sorrow that I doubt will ever go away. Thankfully, Kaos doesn’t push the issue or try to make me talk about him. He reaches over and rubs small circles against my knee.

I get another six correct before one comes on that stumps me. I tap my foot along to the beat, silently sweating it. Crap. What will Kaos expect of me if I don’t get this right?

“Have I finally stumped you?” he asks with a smug grin.

“Give me a second. I’m still thinking,” I snap, closing my eyes like that will help.

The title comes to me right before the chorus. My eyes snap open and I shoot him a smug grin. “I Get Offby Halestorm.”

“Dammit, and here I thought I’d finally got you on one.” His tone is low and slightly strained. I look over at him in confusion, then the lyrics of the song sink into my brain.

Yeah, maybe listening to a song about getting off with your new mate isn’t the brightest idea, although, there could be some merit to it.

Our eyes lock across the car. His stormy eyes are hooded, hungry, and dripping with desire. I notice his knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel as if he’s been holding himself back. Has my musical knowledge been turning him on? Fucking hell, that’s my kind of man.

A zing shoots straight between my thighs. Actually, now that I’m paying attention my panties are already drenched. Looks like Kaos isn’t the only one aroused.

There’s a silent plea in his eye as he glances over at me. “May I touch you?” he asks, like he can’t hold himself back anymore.

I’m nodding before he can even finish his sentence. “Please.”

The next thing I know, Kaos is trailing a finger up the sensitive skin along the inside of my knee. Sensually slow. My breath hitches when he gets close to my lady bits, but he doesn’t touch me where I want. Instead, his fingers dip back down again. Then he repeats the action. This time I do groan, but in frustration, which seems to amuse him.

This man taunts me, circling up and down several times before whisking his knuckles across my sensitive nub. The seam of my shorts only heightens the playful touch, sending a jolt straight through me.

“Shit, yes,” I breathe, my head falling back as he circles me once more.

Kaos’s touch is practiced and honed to ignite every single livewire in my body. He keeps his other hand on the wheel, flying around the S curves with grace. The car takes them with ease despite his obvious split focus.

The tension in the car is becoming almost unbearable. I need something. Hell, I don’t even know what I need, but I need it. I crave it. At this point, the pressure in my lower region is skyrocketing with that delicious tingling signaling my orgasm is imminent and he hasn’t even been inside my shorts yet.

There’s no denying that Kaos King knows what he’s doing.

Everything is perfect until the sight of a giant brown blob in the middle of the road startles me out of my pre-orgasm bliss. Oh Gods. Is that a bear? I didn’t think we even had bears in this area!

“Kaos!”

“Yes, my Little Flame. Say my fucking name. Scream it,” he purrs. He’s still too busy focusing on playing my body like it’s a damn fiddle to notice the fucking animal in front of us.

My eyes clamp closed. “KAOS! STOP THE CAAAAR!” I scream, bracing myself by grabbing onto the oh shithandle for dear life.

Kaos jolts, finally catching a glimpse of what’s in the road. Both of his hands fly back to the steering wheel as he slams on the breaks. Our bodies continue forward as the car screeches to a halt and the seatbelt painfully digs into my already bruised neck and shoulders. Newton’s law of motion is a bitch.

When I’m finally able to relax my muscles and peel my eyes open, I notice the headlights illuminating a large brown blob mere feet from our bumper, although I still can’t tell exactly what it is. It’s large and furry.

---