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Fourteen

MERRI

L ittle did Chaos know, he couldn’t have said anything worse than those words in that very moment. Any ounce of desire was doused by a metaphorical bucket of ice water, and I stilled, going cold in his arms.

“Put me down, Chaos.”

The mention of his dream, the one I’d invaded and fed from, had all of Lilith’s warnings shooting through my mind. This wasn’t true desire. It was a side effect. I’d caused this. I’d begun binding him to me through my misguided attempt to feed without consequences.

His arm tightened around my thighs. “Not gonna happen, Red. I told you, we have a session.”

Heaving a sigh, I went limp in his hold, knowing he could and absolutely would overpower me if needed. Hell, that was essentially what he was doing right now.

“Can I at least change first?”

“I have half a mind to make you stay in this,” he muttered, finally setting me back on my feet.

“So you can ogle my boobs?” I scoffed, brushing my hair off my face so I could glare at him properly. “Come on, Chaos, be serious. I’ll be flopping all over the place. You can’t expect me to train like that.”

He smirked in response, and I wanted nothing more than to slap that smile off his lips. “Can’t I? It would certainly make our session entertaining.”

“You pig.”

“Are those fools lusting after you on your site any better?” he growled, taking one step forward before stopping himself.

“At least they’re paying me.”

His jaw clenched, making a muscle tick on the side of his face. “Get changed. But remember, there may come a time when you have to fight your way out of a situation with your perfect tits on display. It’s very possible, given your preferred method of feeding, that you might not be wearing anything at all.” He let out a soft hum, lust floating off him in waves. “Might be in your best interest to do a couple of nude training sessions just to get used to it.”

“Your dick would be so hard you wouldn’t be able to focus, and you know it.”

Said dick twitched behind his sweatpants, betraying him. “If you think I couldn’t fight in nothing but my skin, then you’re a bigger fool than I originally thought.”

I clocked his use of the word “originally” and wondered if that had changed over time or if my actions with the Knight in the penthouse had only confirmed it.

“No naked fights. That would spell disaster for both of us.” I smirked. “That whole joke about just slipping and falling on your cock might be a little too real.”

Hunger flashed across his face. Oh shit. He liked that a lot.

“It just might.”

“The last thing we want is you accidentally knocking me up. Or smacking me in the face with your balls.” I laughed.

He didn’t.

“Would that really be the worst thing?”

“You teabagging me?”

“You pregnant with my child.”

Oh, sweet mother of God. I really didn’t want Chaos to see the way that made my nipples tighten.

“Wh-what?” I spluttered.

He reached out, one large hand sliding around the nape of my neck before he tugged me against the hard line of his body. Very hard.

“Think about it, Red. I could fuck you for hours and fill you over and over. Leave a piece of me behind so everyone would know you were mine. Mmm. It’s a very tempting idea.”

I stared up at him, rendered mute by his words for several heartbeats. My hands were resting over his chest, my breath coming in uneven pants. “B-but you d-don’t even like me.”

“I like you just fine, Red.”

“Chaos . . .”

“Yeah, Red?” His lips were hovering over mine, his eyes blazing and hooded.

“The world is fucking ending. Getting pregnant would be the most irresponsible thing I could do.”

He dipped his head and trailed warm lips over my ear. “Would it? Or would it be the hope we all need?”

“What do you mean?” I whispered, because I couldn’t manage more than that.

“Let me feed you, Merri. You’re hungry. I can feel it in the air.”

The temptation to say yes and give in was so strong I was weak with it. Besides, what would be the harm in letting him try? Succubi weren’t known for being Fertile Myrtles anyway. That was reserved for the shifter community. Those creatures reproduced like... well, bunnies.

“Well, Red. What do you say?” His finger trailed across my shoulder, slipping the strap of my nightie down.

Images filled my mind. Chaos driving deep inside me, filling me with his cum as I fed from him. It sounded really damn fantastic. If not for the ghost of Lilith’s voice haunting me, I think I would have surrendered then and there, damn the consequences.

Instead I steeled myself and shoved him away. “You’re mistaken. I just ate. Couldn’t possibly have another bite. Besides, it’s a terrible idea to train on a full stomach.”

A low chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest. “Liar. Pretty little liar. I’ll either feed you now or feed you after we train. You can choose, but it is happening. You and I both know the meal you have from one of your camming sessions is not enough to sate you.”

He wasn’t wrong. And if I was being one hundred percent honest with myself, ever since I’d had that night with all four of them, nothing had come close to sating me.

As if he could sense that he’d won some ground with that comment, he pressed on. “I’ve been doing some research about your kind, Merri. Learning all about the best way to ensure that you are well cared for.”

I opened my mouth to comment, but he just kept on talking, his eyes locked onto mine and promising all sorts of wicked, dangerous things.

“Did you know that a feeding between a succubus and male partner is only ever truly satisfying when he fills her with his cum?”

“Wh-what? That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. Think about it. When you let Sin fuck you, how did you feel afterward?”

My thighs clenched at the memory of the moment Sin came inside me. The way I’d fed was unlike anything else. I’d chalked it up to the two of us being the same and some kind of magic between us. But I’d felt so good after, energized and whole.

There was, at the very least, a kernel of truth in Chaos’s declaration.

“You know I’m right. So let me take care of you, Red. Let me fill you with my cum. Let me finish what you started and put all that sweet slick between your legs to good use.”

A groan escaped me entirely without my permission. I’d never been pursued like this. Usually I was the one with the dirty words and sexy innuendos. Apparently, real-life Merri was much less of a sexpot when she wasn’t behind a screen. I could dish it out, but I sure as shit couldn’t take it.

I reached out and pressed my palm to his chest, needing to touch him even though I knew it was leading me down a path I wasn’t ready to walk. “Chaos...”

He stared at me, yearning in his eyes. “I dreamed of us. Of us coming together and me claiming you. It was so real. Almost like a vision of what I could have if I let myself.”

Just like the last time, mention of his dream was all it took to send me plunging back to a sobering reality. His interest in me was wrong. Fake. Completely and utterly unnatural.

There was no way I could take advantage of it.

Not even two weeks ago, Chaos could barely stand to be around me, and now he was making declarations about knocking me up? Did I need a fucking neon sign to spell out the truth for me? This was all a direct result of my playing around in his mind.

It was one thing when I didn’t know better, but now I did. If I allowed myself to take him up on his offer, I would be the worst sort of monster. I could not use him like that.

“No, Chaos. I’m not yours. This”—I motioned between us—“is a bad idea. It can’t happen.”

Frustration settled across his face. “You’re wrong. It’s not an if. It’s a when. Resisting the pull between us is futile, Red. We both know it.”

I tugged myself free of his orbit once more. “I’m going to change.”

Chaos didn’t follow me as I gathered some clothes and went into the bathroom for privacy. Once the door was shut, I leaned against the wood and heaved a sigh as the weight of reality set in.

He might be right. We may be fighting a losing battle. But not for the reason he thought. I couldn’t tell him he was under the influence of my out-of-control power. That his body thought we were supposed to be together for one reason and one reason alone. I’d turned him into some sort of unwitting addict.

He’d never forgive me if he found out I’d caught him in my snare.

Just like I’d never forgive myself.