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The tension seeps from him. His nostrils flare and his lips curve into a slow smile. He leans into me so my nostrils fill with the hot spicy scent of him, and I can see the amber burning in his eyes. He kisses me softly, and I want more.

I bite at his lower lip, and he growls, a low feral sound that reminds me of how close Fury always is to the surface. One hand grips the back of my neck, and he hardens the kiss until I feel the imprint of his teeth, and our tongues clash.

He presses his body into me, and I can feel the hardness of him as he flexes his hips against my belly. I crave to feel him skin on skin. His lips leave mine and I want to scream, but then he’s biting my neck, sharp canines stinging, and he licks my skin, and tingles explode through my body, leaping along my nerves, coalescing in my breasts and between my legs. I arch up, rubbing against him, and he groans low in his throat. Then he loses the last of his control.

This is what I’ve been wanting, needing. I’m not afraid of him or his Fury.

He kisses me again, his mouth a savage attack that I welcome. We’re writhing together, creating a delicious friction that makes me crave more.

And deep inside I feel it.

I’ve been in denial. But it’s there; crimson bonds of fire that bind us together. As his hands cup my breasts, I feel themtighten, drawing us closer, until I can’t tell where I end and Khaosti begins.

I can deny it all I like but my denial changes nothing. I can fight the bond, but it would likely tear me apart. Maybe I am a puppet, and the gods are pulling my strings, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

All that matters is here and now. And Khaosti’s hot, hard body on mine.

And for the first time, I think that maybe the bond is a gift, not a curse. How many people get to feel with this intensity? And in that moment, I stop pretending that I have a choice. I never had a choice, not from the second I crashed into him. And likely from long before that moment.

Then he reaches between us and rips my tank top down the middle and his mouth is on my bare skin, licking and kissing and nipping with sharp teeth. He sucks a nipple into his hot mouth and my back arches, then he bites down, and a scream is ripped from my throat.

He presses a hand over my mouth and my eyes widen. Too late. I can hear footsteps outside the door. Then it’s pushed open from the other side. In the flickering light from the candles, I see a shadowy figure hovering in the open doorway.

Khaosti growls, low and menacing. “If you value your life, get the fuck out of here.”

Whoever it is very sensibly backs out and the door closes.

Khaosti looks down at me and grins. “I hope you weren’t hoping to keep our relationship a secret.”

Wow, we have a relationship. His hand is still over my mouth so I can’t answer so I lick his palm instead, then bite the fleshy part and he draws it back.

“Take your clothes off,” I order him.

His eyes widen, but he rolls off me and gets to his feet. He pulls his shirt over his head, and I hear my own sharp indrawn breath.He’s beautiful, all golden skin over hard, rippling muscle, the black ink of tattoos trailing over his flesh. I think I might be drooling just a little.

He kicks off his boots and his hands move to his waist. I sit up so I can get a better view, and I hold my breath as he flicks open the fastening of his pants. He hesitates and his gaze moves to my face, then he smirks. He likes that I like what I see. I blow him a kiss. And finally, he’s peeling the pants down revealing a truly impressive erection. I swallow as I stare unashamedly. My sex is hot and swollen and my nipples ache. I shrug out of the remains of my tank top and slip to the floor. He stays still, watching me out of half-closed eyes. He flicks a tongue across the silver ring at his lip. I stop in front of him. I remember the feel of that tongue between my legs. And I sink to the floor. Reaching out slowly, I trail my fingers over the swollen head of his cock, hear his indrawn breath. Then I lean forward and take him in my mouth. He tastes hot and sweet and salty, and I slide my mouth down over him, swirling the head with my tongue, loving the way he pushes against me. I suck harder. Inside, I feel the tug of that burning bond again and I bite down lightly.

He growls, “Enough.”

Then I’m hauled roughly to my feet, his fingers digging into the flesh of my arms. He lowers his head and kisses me. Then he slides his hands down my side, grips my ass, and lifts me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he backs me up against the door.

“Just in case anyone else tries to come in,” he whispers in my ear.

Then he flexes his hips and in one smooth lunge, he plunges inside me. I throw back my head, slamming it against the door, and clamp my lips against the scream that rises in my throat. He’s so big, it’s part pleasure, part pain. He burrows his head in my shoulder, and for a moment, he’s still while my bodyaccustoms itself to the size of him. Finally, my hips shift wanting more, and my core rubs against him. I shiver at the delicious friction on my clit, and he growls then raises his head and stares down into my face. His eyes glow with crimson fires, and I reach up and touch his cheek.

He breathes in and slowly withdraws. Then he slams back into me and from then on, all rational thought is gone. He’s part animal, his teeth mauling my skin, his hands clawing my ass as he lunges into me, his movements wild and I lose awareness of everything but his big hard body filling me.

Inside me, the bond burns brighter. Pleasure is building, all centered around the point where our bodies are joined. His hands squeeze tighter, rotating me against him, rubbing my clit in circles that make the pleasure spiral inside me. It’s building and building, and I’m panting, trying to get oxygen into my lungs. Then his mouth takes mine in a deep drugging kiss, and my vision goes black around the edges.

And I’m reaching and reaching as the tension builds until I can’t take any more and I come in a burst of starlight, comets screaming through the emptiness in my mind. I feel the moment Khaos releases his control and comes inside me, and the fiery bonds inside us click into place. For a brief moment in time, we become one.

For long minutes, we don’t move, our sweat slicked bodies tied together, our ragged breathing in time.

Then he raises his head. “Mine.”

And I honestly don’t have the energy—or the inclination—to argue.

Holy freaking shit. That was intense.