Page 36 of Knight’s Dominion
Her block, it shattered completely, the walls she’d built to protect herself since she was a kid, the barrier she shored-up daily so Chaos would never find out who she was, crumbled, leaving her totally exposed, more vulnerable than she could ever remember being.
Chaos froze—then growled like a wild animal.
His weight suddenly came down heavily across her legs.
Fear exploded through her, and she gripped him, trying to push him away, to shove him off as something powerful surged through her. Her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, and instead of pushing him away she was unable to let him go. She opened her mouth, but no sound would come out as power like nothing she’d ever felt built inside her. It kept building, pulling more power inside her.
Then she felt it, felt him. Chaos was all around her. Yes, he was on top of her, but Christ, she could feel him inside her, flowing through her veins, his heart beating behind her ribs. She couldn’t see. Her eyes were wide open, but there was only darkness and Chaos pulsing through her bloodstream.
“Stop! Fuck, Grace, you need to stop.”
Chaos’s voice echoed through the darkness. This was wrong. It was all wrong. Whatever was happening was too much, too strong. She couldn’t contain it. But it kept coming, flowing into her.
It hurt more than the venom she’d had in her blood, more than anything she’d ever experienced in her life. Terror had her clutching Chaos tighter, and she screamed in pain, in fear, trying to get whatever it was out of her.
“No!” she cried, pushing it away with everything she had.
It left her in a rush, a tsunami flowing from her, pouring out, back to where it came from.
Chaos roared, his weight suddenly gone.
Grace lay there in shock. She couldn’t move. She wiggled her toes, her fingers. Not paralyzed. Drained. Every bit of energy had been drained from her. She cracked her eyelids, turning when she heard a scraping sound.
Chaos was picking himself up off the ground, the brick wall behind him crumbled. He rose, wide shoulders covered in dust, and then his eyes came to her.
Black, his eyes, every part, was black as night. “What did you do to me?” he said, voice inhuman, blended with his inner demon.
She shook her head, scared out of her mind. But not of him, of whatever she’d just done. “That’s never…I don’t know what…”
He strode over and she struggled to sit, to scramble back, but she couldn’t move. She was too dizzy, her limbs too weak and shaky to get her feet under her.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he said, blinking down at her with those terrifying yet beautiful, black-as-night eyes. “Were you ever going to let me feel it?”
There was no point pretending she didn’t know what he was talking about. Her block had collapsed. He knew all her secrets. She shook her head.
He sucked in a breath. "Fuck."
She curled her lip. “Y-yeah, you could say that."
He took a step back and ran his hands over his shaved head. “Fuck.” His gaze flickered, deep brown, then back to black “How long have you known?”
She shrugged. “Are you really so surprised?”
He didn’t respond, instead he stared at her in an unsettling way, his chest pumping with each of his harsh breaths, the muscle in his jaw jumping. His beautiful dove-gray wings snapped out and instead of retreating he closed the distance between them and scooped her off the ground.
“What are you doing?”
“You think I’m letting you out of my sight now that I know the truth?” he said, all grit.
Grace watched, stunned as vicious-looking fangs grew where his canines had been, extending halfway down his chin, like his demon was trying to take over, like he was about to shift into his Kishi demon form.
But he didn’t, instead he growled low, a purring sound vibrating heavily from his chest as he dipped his head to her throat and breathed deeply, dragging his nose along her skin.
“Mine,” the demon and Chaos said together.
Oh shit. “Chaos. Just…just hang on a minute..."
He ignored her and took several deep pulls of the air with those massive gray wings, and they were in the air.
