Page 28 of Kohl King (King’s Kiss #5)

Kohl woke to the hush of brush strokes tapping against the wall—measured, steady, like her breath was guiding every stroke. He stayed still at first, adjusting to the silence her absence left behind.

He started to rise.

Let her be, Kaos said.

Kohl froze then settled back on his elbow.

She’s not just painting, Kaos said.

Kohl stayed still, gaze fixed on the wall where her brush moved. She faced the mural of Kaos—the one she threw paint over to make room for her choice. She painted with long, deliberate strokes, blackening the edges of the god’s face.

Kohl’s mouth twitched. She’s covering you.

No, Kaos snarled. She’s sealing me in.

Kohl narrowed his eyes on her work. Her lines formed a border with mathematical precision and reverence. You sure about that?

I am.

Kohl reached for Kaos’s sight, and his field of vision flickered. A glow filled Jaxi’s arm, pulsating where her hand met the brush.

She’s channeling us, Kaos said. And she’s not just creating. She’s summoning.

Kohl’s fist clenched. And you’re aroused.

Kaos marked the edge of their mouth with a smirk then jerked lust through their cock. We are aroused , Kaos clarified.

Jaxi shifted her weight, reaching high. Her back arched, her legs parted slightly for balance. Kohl’s breath hitched with the sudden burn in his stomach at her ass. There was something rebellious about it.

You’ve learned new things, Kaos mused, sounding curious.

Kohl considered what his tone implied and realized. He had learned things. Things the god in him didn’t know. Things only a human would know. I have learned many new…human things, Kohl admitted .

Kaos gave a dark hum. Would you like to share, or do you prefer I violently rape it out of you?

Kohl’s grin bloomed at the unexpected leverage. No need for violence. Maybe next time I fuck her, you can ride along.

Black rage rolled through his muscles. Then you must witness when she’s with me, mortal, and learn what pure undiluted rapture is.

Kohl’s lip quirked at his other half’s arrogance right as Jaxi stepped back from the wall.

His cock stirred when she bent over and placed the brush in a pan.

Is there a greater perfection? Kaos murmured, his undiluted Lust burning him hotter.

She's trembling, Kohl noticed.

I need to touch her, Kaos whispered, the words evoking a dense ache in his cock.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table near the couch, drawing Jaxi’s eyes. She found him watching her and Kohl angled his head at her while Kaos read the look in her eyes.

She’s hungry, Kaos determined. Let me have her.

Kohl climbed to his feet and made his way to the couch and sat, reaching for his phone now vibrating on the table. He checked the screen. “Kollaborator.”

He pressed the answer button. “Yes?”

“What happened with Jaxi?” Kollaborator’s voice came low and clipped.

Kohl glanced at her, standing naked and unashamed, eyes locked on him. “What do you mean?”

“I woke up burning,” Kollaborator said. “My seal flared like another divine entity had just come into being.”

Kaos gave a dark hum. Possibly, he offered.

Kohl echoed it aloud. “Maybe.”

“I think we’re supposed to meet,” Kollaborator said. A hiss, low and sharp, pierced through the phone. “Yes,” Kollaborator confirmed. “We’re supposed to meet. I’m gathering the kings. Expect us in thirty minutes.”

Kohl hung up and lowered the phone, eyes back on Jaxi, hunger stirring.

I’ll take her before they arrive, Kaos said.

You’ll do nothing, Kohl assured.

Kaos seethed. She’s ours. But we’re not the same. You claim her with breath. I claim her with fire.

We let her choose, Kaos said. Right now.

Kohl didn’t flinch. You sure you want that answer?

I want the truth, Kaos said. Even if it kills me.

“I will not choose,” she said, her voice stilling both of them. “I can hear you both. I don't know how. But I can.”

They watched as she slowly made her way to them, eyes moving over his body as she came. She stopped in front of him, then climbed into his lap, straddling him with quiet certainty. One knee at a time, one breath at a time.

Her body settled into his, soft and hot. Kohl’s heart punched once against his ribs, hands gripping her thighs without thinking.

Kaos stirred deep in their center, his hunger spreading like heat across their spine. Kohl pressed his hand against her lower back, grounding them both.

She cupped his jaw in both hands, staring directly into his eyes. “I can’t choose between breath and fire,” she said. “When both live in me.”

Kohl’s breath stayed locked as Kaos’s fire crawled through his veins.

Her fingers trailed down his throat, resting against his chest. “One holds me steady. The other sets me burning. But neither carries me without the other.”

Kaos’s need curled low in Kohl’s mind. She wants us both.

She leaned in, her breath against his mouth. “You both claimed me.”

They pulled her closer.

“Now I claim both of you.

Kohl adjusted beneath her, sliding his hips lower on the couch until her weight settled fully into his lap. His cock pressed hard against wet heat. He slid his hands up her thighs, gripping her ass, pressing her forward.

She moved with him, hips shifting, rubbing against him. The pressure drew a breath from his throat. She leaned and kissed him—open, slow, demanding. Tongue wet with intention.

He gripped her waist and rocked upward. Her breath hitched. She pressed harder.

Kohl groaned and leaned his head back against the couch. Her mouth moved to his throat, her hips circling.

Kaos surged, heat crackling through their spine. Let me.

Kohl gritted his teeth. Not yet.

She pulled back and looked at him, eyes flushed sharp. She reached down and moved his cock to her slit.

Kohl growled, hands tightening on her hips.

She sank onto him, slow and sure, making every inch burn.

Kohl’s hands rose to her back. Kaos arched with him when her walls clutched tight.

She began to ride him. Claim him with rhythmic strokes.

The room suddenly pulsed with breath and fire, thighs tight around him, breasts before him, hypnotic, soft, full.

Her rhythm built with purpose, her breath hot over his jaw, tight ass flexing in his hands. Lifting and pressing, milking his cock with each glide.

Kaos growled in his head. Give her more.

Kohl began meeting her thrusts. He leaned and claimed her breast with his mouth, tongue dragging across her nipple, then sucking it deep.

She gasped, nails raking over his shoulders.

He pulled harder with each stroke, his cock throbbing inside her.

Her body shuddered. She rode harder.

Kohl groaned into her chest, then dragged his mouth to the other breast, punishing it the same.

Now, Kaos thundered through them.

Their bodies locked.

Her cry hit his mouth as she came and he followed—deep, hard, endless.

She collapsed against him, breath stuttering while Kohl held her and Kaos breathed with them.

My turn Kaos whispered, hands gliding down her back and gripping the thick flesh of her ass. Watch. Feel.

Kohl gave him the reins.

He moved her forward, easing her to hands and knees on the couch.

He knelt behind her, eyes moving over the curve of her back, the slope of her ass.

The breaths catching in her throat pulled at his cock. She was still soft from climax, still open. And yet, her body waited for him.

That did something to him.

He moved his fingers over her sides, touching each rib with slow reverence. His fingers claimed every vertebra, starting from the top. Inviting, enticing, requesting permission. His other hand found her slick heat. He stroked along her folds, then up—spreading it over the last guarded place.

Her breath hitched.

She didn’t pull away.

He lowered his mouth, pressing a kiss to the cleft of her ass.

As her body opened for him, she reshaped him.

He circled the star-shaped muscle with slick fingers, each swirl patient. Waiting for her answer.

She moaned, trembling. Her thighs parted more.

He pressed one finger in—slow, shallow, steady. Her body accepted him, inch by inch. Her surrender brought his Lust and Rage to a seething boil.

“You trust me here.”

She answered with a sharp gasp and another rock. He kissed her spine, her shoulder. Then added a second finger, slow and deep.

Her body moved into it.

Kaos exhaled, chest tight.

“You’ll give me everything,” he murmured, voice rough with need. “Every dark shadow. Every silence.” His cock jerked when her next moan cracked open with pleasure. He fucked her ass slowly, his grip biting her hip. “Every hope and dream is mine.”

Her hips shifted with need, and he withdrew his fingers, taking hold of her in both hands. He placed his cock on her ass, watching it slide along the valley, thick and aching.

He waited one more breath then pressed the head at her primed entrance.

Her breaths quickened, sharp and hot.

“Slow,” he promised, stretching her carefully.

She gasped, arms bracing.

He held her hips when the head passed the threshold, holding still. “Feel it,” he whispered, fingers moving over her vertebra. “Feel me.”

Her ass flexed with a rush of her breaths. He pushed. Slow. Deeper.

“Kaos.”

His name burst forth on a cry, calling his Lust. He latched a hand to her neck, stilling the hunger tearing through him.

“You feel it,” he whispered hotly, milking the muscles at her neck with his fingers. He pushed his cock deeper, not stopping till he touched bottom. Till her breaths became cries, her moans tight and sharp. “You feel when your god has you.”

He fucked her slowly.

Each stroke matched the depth of her moans. Denied need bleeding through her breaths and cries.

He pressed his palm over her belly, feeling the echo of each thrust inside her.

“You take me like you were born knowing how,” he whispered, voice breaking on the fire. “Like you’ve carried me longer than I’ve existed.”

She cried out, her voice ragged, desperate.

Kaos felt the snap before she did. The quake in her thighs, the tremble in her hands. He anchored her with one arm and drove deeper as she shattered again—hot, tight, clenching around him in waves.