Page 9 of Chaos
“Is it all people or just men?”
“Everyone.”
“Why do you think you’ll kill them, Merri?”
“I’m sure Lilith told you what happened.”
“Not all of our actions are destined to be repeated.”
I hoped she was right. She definitely had more faith in me than I did.
Plucking the bookmark from the pages it was nestled between, I started scanning the text. My lips twisted up in a salacious grin when I remembered where I’d left off.
All right, you delicious bad boy, do your absolute worst.
“This horny motherfucker is too stupid to admit how much he likes Dahlia. I swear, if I have to go through another one of his episodes with the flames and the brooding, I’m gonna bite his ankles in his sleep.”
The unexpected voice distracted me almost instantly. I looked up and glanced around, searching for the little Bichon. I seemed to be the only one who could hear him, so far as I could tell, which only made his commentary more amusing.
Asshole stood at the door, head cocked to one side as he stared pointedly at Cain, his human—or whatever he was. It was true. Cain wanted Dahlia so badly he practically vibrated with unsatisfied desire.
Those burning blue irises locked on her as though he’d heard me, and even though he wasn’t looking at me, I flicked my gaze back to my book. The temptation to feed on the unbridled lust simmering between them had me feeling lightheaded. It would be so easy, but I knew myself. I wasn’t strong enough to stop with just a taste.
As I sank into the pages of my novel, the story swept me away, and before long I was in the middle of a passionate love scene and living for every single detail.
Caspian Hook’s voice filtered faintly to my ears as he stood from the bevy of mermaids who’d been attempting to seduce him.
“No thanks. I’m a carnitarian. I don’t eat fish.”
As he passed me by, a wave of lust hit me hard. But it wasn’t coming from him alone. Dahlia’s cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen as though she’d bitten them. Cain’s eyes were laser focused on her and his jaw clenched tight enough I could see the muscle twitching.
“Uh-oh. Now seems like a perfect time for me to go work my magic on that cutie in the kitchen. So what if she’s a St. Bernard? I’ll mount her like a pro. This ain’t my first rodeo.”
I almost got up to save Asshole from himself, but my focus was pulled to the wide windows at the other end of the day room. My dream man, Luc, stood there with the most beautiful smile on his face. Honestly, everything about him was exquisite, from his golden hair down to his polished shoes. This time he was wearing black trousers and a light blue button-down—rolled up to showcase his forearms, of course. The top couple of buttons were undone, exposing just enough skin to make a girl’s mouth go dry. Because all the fluid in her body had shifted down between her legs. Obviously.
A soft sigh escaped me as the book fell from my fingers, completely forgotten as the personification of sex stalked toward me. It wasn’t until he was halfway to me that I realized everyone else in the room was frozen.
I blinked, taking in the sexual tableau around me. To my left, a group of shifters were tangled in the beginning of an orgy, while a couple on my right had already gotten straight to business. Had I done this? Probably.
“Don’t look at them, Merri. They’ll be fine. Look at me.” Luc’s warm voice sent tingles through me. “Be here with me. I’ve missed you.”
Luc reached out and took my hand, helping me rise from my seat. Something about him held me captive. Mesmerized. Enthralled. His touch only added to the feeling.
There was a flicker in the corner of my eye, and some unknown instinct had me turning to catch a better look at whatever it was. But Luc caught my chin between two fingers, tutting softly as he pulled my attention back to him.
“Eyes on me, Merri.”
I licked my lips, and his eyes dropped to track the motion. The feral heat in his gaze made me squirm.
“Wh-what are you doing here? No one is supposed to be able to find me at Blackwood.”
A slow smirk twisted his lips. “You’re mine. I’ll find you wherever you hide. We’re made for each other, my sweet succubus.”
Distantly, I realized that line was supposed to sound seductive, but something about it sent a little chill through me. I didn’t really get a chance to register why before he was taking me by the hand and towing me along after him.
The room changed before we had even breached the doorway, morphing into a bedchamber complete with candles and a bearskin rug in front of a fireplace. I didn’t remember this being at Blackwood. But this was a dream. Anything was possible.
“Let me love you, Merri. Give yourself to me. Don’t hide from what we have.”
