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Chapter

Seven

CHAOS

M y mystery woman was even more beautiful than I remembered. All I had to go on was the brief glance of her I’d snuck as she and the queen’s ladies passed me by. This was likely to be my final day on this earth, the eve of war. My king knew he was asking all of us to pay the ultimate price to keep Sparta safe. In exchange, he was offering his men one final night of revelry.

I didn’t intend to waste a second of it.

“Get over here,” I ordered, turning so I faced her fully.

Her brows lifted in mild surprise at my demand, but she didn’t seem put off by it. “What if I’d rather you come over here?”

Ah, she was fiery. Good. A challenge would make this even sweeter.

“If you wish to play, we can play. But I will win.”

Her laugh was beautiful. “Ah, but you’ve never played with me. I thought you knew better than to underestimate your opponents.”

“Must we be opponents?”

“I suppose that depends if our purposes are aligned or not.”

Everything in me tightened as the woman took one step closer, her body swaying with the sensual grace reserved for a goddess.

“Our purpose is pleasure. And you were sent to me as a gift. One I mean to unwrap and enjoy.”

Her eyes widened ever so slightly and she whispered something under her breath I didn’t quite catch. Something about one night and bingo cards. Then she grinned, and I felt another answering swell of arousal.

“But I don’t even know your name.” There was a teasing note in her voice I didn’t understand, but I pushed the confusion away.

“Nor I yours,” I replied. “Nor do I want to.”

She lifted one bare shoulder in a shrug. “As you wish.”

Despite her easy acceptance, I felt compelled to explain. “Names are for lovers. You and I only have tonight.”

“Then we better make it count.”

I couldn’t stand waiting for her. This game of cat and mouse had me aching. I needed inside her, to leave a piece of myself here in this bed so that when I died in glorious battle, I wouldn’t be forgotten.

In three long strides, I closed the distance between us, snagging her by the nape and pulling until her soft curves were pressed against my hard body. A soft gasp left her, but her eyes were warm and inviting as she melted into me. Her lips were slightly parted, and I couldn’t help but see that as an invitation.

I kissed her hard, laying a claim I had no right to. Selfishly, I wanted to ruin her for all future lovers.

She ran her hands up the hard wall of my chest, her palms coming to rest on either side of my jaw. Coming from me, the move would have been an act of dominance, but from her, it was unexpectedly tender.

“Are you going to have your way with me, warrior?” she asked, voice breathy as she threaded her fingers in the hair at the base of my skull and tugged lightly.

“Over and over again, until the last slivers of moonlight fade from the sky and the sun rises.”

“I hope you’re a man of your word. I’m going to be incredibly disappointed if you don’t deliver.”

A low growl was my only response as I unfastened the brooch holding her gown in place and let the fabric flutter to the floor. She was stunning, all soft skin and delicious curves. I was also fascinated by her long locks of flame-colored hair. I lifted a strand, letting it flow through my fingers like silk. “I think you must have been blessed by Aphrodite herself.”

“Oh, really?”

“Tonight you are my goddess incarnate.”

She smiled before taking my hand and placing it over one breast. “Then worship, warrior.”

I gave the full orb a squeeze before adjusting my position and palming her ass. I didn’t give her a chance to protest before picking her up and turning us toward the bed.

“Oookay, so you’re not a boob guy. Noted.”

I didn’t understand what she meant, but I was too focused on the way she parted her thighs for me as I tossed her on the blankets. The triangle of russet curls drew my eye, tempting me beyond measure. I would have her writhing tonight, make her cry out and score her nails along my back and chest, leaving marks I’d wear proudly into battle.

I made short work of my tunic, kicking it aside before placing a knee beside her inner thigh.

She let out a low whistle of appreciation as she took in my manhood. “I knew you’d be a tripod.”

“Excuse me?”

She beamed up at me, reaching out and sliding a warm hand along my bobbing length. “Nothing. Just enjoying the view.”

Her touch had me sucking in a hissed breath, the sensation sending tingles to my balls. I wasn’t an untried youth. I’d been with countless women in my life. But she affected me in a way I couldn’t have prepared for. Everything felt more intense, not the least of which being my need to get inside her. I don’t even think I’d been this desperate the night I lost my virginity.

I had to remove her hand before I embarrassed myself and came before we even started.

“Mmm, you’re leaking for me,” she whispered, swiping her thumb over the moisture on my crown. “Let’s see what you taste like.”

A groan escaped me as she took that thumb and sucked it clean, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned.

“Pure chaos.”

There was something wicked about the curve of her lip, and my heart thumped heavy in my chest. For the first time ever, I felt wildly out of my depth with a woman. If I let her, I’m pretty sure this one would eat me alive.

The knowledge sent a surge of adrenaline through me. Just that hint of danger was addictive. If I survived this war, I already knew I would hunt this woman down and make her mine.

Pushing her onto her back, I fit myself between her thighs and grabbed my cock, positioning myself at her hot, wet entrance.

“Wait,” she whispered.

“Wait for what?”

“You... you’ll have to pull out. I don’t want you to leave me with your bastard as a reminder of you.”

The thought of her pregnant with my child had me growling with primal pleasure. I knew it wouldn’t be fair to her, but for a second, I flirted with the idea of leaving my seed deep inside where it could take root.

Fuck, I wanted it more than I should.

There was no guarantee I’d have the restraint to pull free of her welcoming cunt and spill anywhere but inside her. So, instead of sinking deep and taking her, I flipped her on her front and positioned my woman on all fours.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you in a way that will ensure you are full of my spend but can’t get with child.” I pressed my thumb to the tight pucker of her ass, and by the goddess, she arched back into me.

“Get me wet first.”

She was wet enough that I could easily use her own arousal for the job, but I had a better idea in mind. Spreading her cheeks apart, I let a long line of my saliva fall onto her hole. Then I sank two fingers inside her pussy and brought the glistening digits out again to coat my cock in her.

Sure she’d need to be opened up for me, I made to sink a finger inside her, but she stopped me. “I’m ready. Take me.”

The way her voice filled the room, a needy and desperate sound, had my balls drawing up tight. I wouldn’t last. I’d embarrass myself. But from the sound of things, she was in a similar state.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I warned her, notching myself against her.

“You won’t be.”

“I’m not in yet.”

“More’s the pity.”

I huffed out a disbelieving laugh and started to press in. My laugh turned into a hiss of pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate that first inch.

“Fuck, you’re big.”

A smirk twisted my lips even as I fought to keep from coming right then and there. “Perhaps you’re tiny.”

“Take the compliment, warrior. Oh God. Keep going.”

I gripped her hips hard enough she’d see my fingerprints on her skin for days, then slowly sank inside her to the hilt. We both sighed in relief when I was fully seated, her ass pressed against my lower belly.

“So good,” she moaned.

“So fucking tight,” I bit out.

My cock twitched inside her, making her breath hitch in response. I slid out about halfway before slamming back in and making us both cry out.

She surprised me by glancing back over her shoulder. “Don’t feel like you have to draw this out. Come if you need to. We have all night.”

Her permission was almost enough to do the job. I’d never had a woman like her in my bed before. I wasn’t used to her brazen and playful ways. It was about to be my undoing.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, hips pistoning as I thrust a few more times.

“Please, Chaos, give me your pleasure. I need it.”

She rolled her hips before reaching underneath her body and cupping my balls, fingers brushing the sensitive skin there and sending me hurtling over the cliff with no way to save myself.

I’d have been ashamed of myself if it wasn’t the best orgasm of my life.

“Mmm, delicious. Look at you, fucking my ass like you were born for it.”

Her words sent an aftershock of pleasure through me, my hold on her tightening as I gave a few more involuntary pumps of my hips.

“I knew you’d be a full meal.”

I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of her words, but as I came back to myself I realized she was gone and I was no longer in Sparta. I was in my bed at the chateau, alone and covered in my own cum.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, throwing my arm over my eyes. “Where the hell did that come from?”