Page 80 of Marked By Night

Great. Now I’m having conversations with myself.

Kaos chuckles, squeezing my hand reassuringly as he walks me back to my room. “You’ve been through a lot in a short period. It’s normal to feel a little off.”

He pauses in front of my door, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, then sighs, looking away briefly before turning back to capture my eyes. “Look, Sadie, I feel like we should talk about what happened the other day.”

My eyebrow raises.

“With all of the commotion happening, we haven’t really had a chance yet.”

“Spit it out, Kaos. You’re still pretty high on my shit list.”

“I’m sorry for not jumping into your defense, I am, but I had my reasons. Savannah is slightly unstable—”

“That’s a fucking understatement,” I interject.

His lips twitch. “Yeah, she’s psycho and she won’t hesitate to retaliate for this. She believes she has some sort of claim on us.”

“I can handle myself, Kaos. Let me fight for my own mates.” I take his hand, running my fingers over his mate mark. He smiles softly at me. “Next time you better fucking back me up though. If you’re not on the sidelines acting like a Godsdamn cheerleader, you might as well forget me because I won’t settle for less.”

“You got it, my Little Flame,” he says softly. “Now, I want you to get some rest, some real rest, okay? You’ve been helping to replenish me—” I shoot him a look and he places his hands up. “—which I appreciate, but that also means you’re weakening yourself too.”

The problem is, I don’t feel drained in the sense that my magic is depleted. Especially not like what Kaos experiences healing Reed.

He leans his forearm against the door, smiling softly at me and his blue eyes dip to my lips. I freeze. Crap. Is this the part where I’m supposed to invite him inside? I don’t know how these things work. Ask me about music and I can have an answer in a heartbeat, but how to handle a man that wants me?

Nope. Brain empties of all rational thought.

I clear my throat, twirling a curl of hair around my finger that hopefully looks playful and seductive. “Will you come in with me?” I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.

Good, you sounded somewhat normal.

Then, I ruin it of course. “I mean if you want to. If not, it’s cool. I thought maybe we’d both sleep better if you were in my bed and…” I trail off when his smile turns into a full-blown grin, those dimples peek out at me.

I’m certain my cheeks are red as hell right now, but I try to play it cool by leaning against the door, trying to match his pose. Yeah, I fail miserably. Why do I suck at this?

He laughs, leaning down to capture my lips with his, stealing my soul through my mouth. It’s almost as if Kaos takes notes while he kisses me, adapting to my sounds and what he knows I like. The man is perceptive as hell and I’m digging it.

He opens the door behind us, somehow managing not to break our kiss. He walks me backward toward the bed until the back of my knees hit the hard frame.

Then our kiss really heats up. A nibble here, some tongue there, before he moves down to my neck making a zing shoot straight to my clit. My neck is definitely one of my erogenous zones and now Kaos knows it too. I feel him smirk against the soft flesh. He bites down lightly, pulling a gasp from my lips. His cock jerks against my leg as he works his way down to the top of my breasts.

He pulls my legs around his waist and presses me into the mattress.Is this it? Is this the moment I finally lose my virginity to someone?

But no, because fate is a cruel bitch.

Someone bursts through the door a second later, startling the shit out of us. We break apart like we’re two guilty teenagers about to get scolded and not the twenty-something consenting adults we are.

“Wha—oh, shit. Sorry. You’re busy, huh?” Ash cackles before waltzing back out the door. “I wanted to let you know, I’m leaving to go to mom and dad’s gravesite tomorrow. Dante assigned one of their staff members to take me down there. So, uh yeah. I’ll catch you later, babe!” She calls out before I hear her footsteps fade away.

I let out a deep breath, turning to see where Kaos went after we broke apart. I find him lying on the bed with his eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his face. I wave my hands around trying to see if he’s still awake, but he doesn’t stir.

Eventually, I hear him snoring lightly and I sigh, climbing into bed next to him without taking my jeans off. It’s probably for the best that he fell asleep because he’s been burning the candle on both ends, but it did give me the clarity to realize that I’m ready. I’m ready to shed that part of myself that I’ve been hanging onto for so long. It’s early, but I think I’ve finally found the right men.

Men as in plural. Who would’ve thought that’s my new normal?

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My eyes popopen as I wake from the nightmare plaguing my dreams. They’re becoming more and more frequent these days. My chest heaves and it takes me a few moments to come back down to earth.

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