Page 26 of Knight’s Dominion

Grace forced her way back into his head, the way she’d writhed under him, nails digging into his shoulders, hips moving restlessly against his, her pussy rubbing against his cock, so hot and wet he felt it through the fabric of her tights.

“Fuck.” He cranked the shower to cold, finished stripping, and climbed in. The ice-cold spray sucked the wind from his lungs, lifting goose bumps all over his flesh, but did nothing to cool his blood or deflate his dick.

Quickly soaping up, he fought to ignore the throbbing need making him shake, making him sweat despite the freezing water pounding his skin. He needed to get her out of his head. It wasn’t working. Nothing was goddamn working. Chaos was confused and constantly horny.

That wasn’t him.

When he was hard, he fucked or tugged one out, then he moved on.

As for confused? He never had a reason to be. He knew what he was on this earth to do. His world was black and white. But Grace was a million shades of gray, shit, no—she was a goddamn rainbow of color. Chaos didn’t see in color. He chose not to. He didn’t have that luxury.

His anger rose, and he pounded his fist into the wall, cracking several tiles. With a vicious curse, he pressed his palm against the cool ceramic squares, supporting his weight, and wrapped his fingers around his dick.

The first tug had him gasping, that’s how hard he was, how much he needed release. He didn’t fuck around, he squeezed his shaft, thrusting into his fist brutally.

Don’t think about her. Don’t fucking think about her.

But she was there, had never left, filling his head. Images bombarding his mind. Instead of leaving, he was tearing her tights down her toned legs while she pulled at his shorts, taking his cock in her hand.

He groaned low, the image so damn real. His hand was no longer his. It was Grace jerking him off, her squeezing and tugging his impossibly hard dick.

“Fuck me.” Her voice echoed through his head, clear, like she was right there with him. Smiling up at him, leading his cock to her bare pussy, spreading nice and wide for him, holding him to her wet-as-fuck opening.

Yeah, definitely a fantasy. The female had never smiled at him like that, except maybe after she’d given him shit and called out some creative death threat. In his mind, though, her smile was soft, hungry. He shouldn’t be thinking about her like his, but he couldn’t stop now, there was no way he could stop.

So he stayed in that gym with her and grinned back as he lifted her hands over her head and pinned them down with one of his own.

Letting the taste of her, still on his tongue, fill his senses, he groaned. The press of her smaller body against his was imprinted on his flesh, and he let it roll through him, sinking deeper into the fantasy.

Leaning in, he kissed her soft mouth again and slammed inside her with one brutal thrust.

Her scream of pleasure rocked through him, echoed through his skull, and with a vicious growl, he instantly came. His release exploded from him with force, making it hard to breathe, making his knees weak. He could barely hold himself up as his hand continued to glide up and down his length, as the orgasm that didn’t want to end flowed through him, making him grunt and growl, and dammit, want the real thing even more.

Want Grace even more.

Chaos leaned against the wall, forehead to forearm, taking a moment to catch his breath.

He gritted his teeth. He would overcome this. He would. He had to.

“You’ve talked to him?”

Zenon stood across from Chaos, yellow eyes hard, brows lowered. “He still won’t come back.”

Kryos cursed, shoving his fingers through his curly blond hair. “How did everything go so fucking wrong? We’re failing, and honestly, I can’t see a way out. There’s no way to get Rocco’s mate back that I know of, which means one thing: Diemos walking through the portal is not an if, it’s a when, and we don’t have the strength or the manpower to stop him.”

Gunner aimed his pale amber eyes at Zenon. “What about Lucifer?”

They’d recently discovered that Diemos was Zenon’s father. It rocked their brother’s world, but even more insane, it meant that Lucifer was his grandfather.

Unfortunately, the former king of Hell had been AWOL for centuries. Nobody knew where he was.

Zenon’s yellow eyes deepened, darkening to almost black. “What about him?”

“He’s your blood, maybe there’s a way to reach him?” Lazarus glanced at Chaos. “What about Willow? You think she could help?”

Willow was an extremely powerful witch. Her library of the arcane, the histories of the immortal, of Heaven and Hell was extensive. “I’ll talk to her.”

“Why would Lucifer help us?” Zenon said. “He doesn’t give a fuck about Earth.”