Seducing Chaos

by Luna Quinn

  “Fuck.” His jaw clenched. “Is that just a guess?”

  Clearing her throat, she attempted a smile. “No. She told me herself.”

  He inhaled deeply, holding his breath for a few seconds before releasing it. “You neglected to inform me when you texted me that you had a conversation with a fucking Zimma Demon. I was dealing with a drugged up Fairy and you were face to face with a Zimma. Awesome.” Razor rubbed his temples. “Zimmas aren’t anything to take lightly. My brothers and I have history with them. When we took over, they refused to acknowledge our rule, so we sent their asses packing back to the Underworld. By just being affiliated with us, you could have been used against us. Worse, she could have tortured or killed you for fun.”

  Despite the seriousness of the situation, Sasha rolled her eyes. “I’m a big girl, Razor. I know how to play my part. I told her I don’t have a side in this battle. I don’t think she really believed me, but she didn’t kill me, so there’s that. I’m not underestimating her. When she opened the door, I could feel the Pit. She has an open portal in the middle of Shadow Realm. Who could do that? And how powerful would they have to be?”

  He scrubbed a hand over his scalp, shaking his head. “Very. As in, only Erummon’s most trusted could even have the hope of pulling a stunt like that. Erummon doesn’t allow portals into Hell unless they’re his…” He paused, then groaned. “Fuck me…now it makes sense. Motherfucker…”

  Sasha leaned forward, the intensity in Razor’s eyes making her stomach flutter with nerves. “What makes sense?”

  His gaze was distant, as if his brain were working a thousand miles per hour.

  “Razor,” she called, louder this time.

  He blinked, focusing on her again. And then he was standing up, holding up the baggie. “I need to get this to Sin.” He pulled out his phone and dialed, his eyes never leaving Sasha’s face. “Sin,” he said a moment later. “Send one of your minions up to my rooms.” He then gave his brother a short summary of Sasha’s little visit to the school and her new friend.

  After a pause while Sin spoke on the other end, Razor’s jaw clenched. “Yeah, I know. I told her that, Sin. You think I didn’t want to? Fuck you. You try telling her that.” And then he ended the call.

  “What was that about?”

  “Sin’s just worried about your safety.”

  “Gods, you all need to stop worrying so much. I’m fine. Sure, I was freaking out for a bit there at the end, but I think she needs something from me. She clearly didn’t buy much of what I said, but here I am—”

  “Sasha.” Her name fell from his lips like a prayer and a curse rolled into one, and she didn’t even care that he’d cut her off. She’d been rambling anyway. Then he was stepping closer, his hands cupping her face oh-so-tenderly. Sasha wanted to weep. This was all so new to her, but so very welcome. She couldn’t even recall the last time she’d allowed someone the touching rights she’d already given Razor. She’d been so hard on him that she probably didn’t deserve his gentleness, but she needed it and was selfish, so she’d take it.

  Tilting her head up, she watched emotions pass over his features, changing too often for her to get a read on any of them.

  “Is that all you have to tell me about Valtu? Anything else we need to discuss about the case?”

  Sasha shook her head, words failing her at the look on Razor’s face.

  “Good. Because I need to be inside you now, pretty girl. I know you would have kicked ass, but knowing that you faced a Zimma…” He inhaled sharply. “Goddess, I just need to feel you for a while. I know this, us, is all new and that we have shit to talk about. But please…I need you.” He murmured the words against her lips, and she could still taste the sweet smoke on his breath.

  She leaned into his touch and kissed him fully, sweeping her tongue past his lips, their tongues twisting together in a dance they knew the steps to.

  Something in her shifted, and her reaction was instinctual. “Yes. I need you too. Help me let go. Use me, Razor.” She shivered at her own words. Hoping that, once again, he would understand.

  In the blink of an eye, she felt the wall pressing against her back, and she hadn’t even known they’d moved. She tugged at her shirt, needing him closer, but Razor grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, captured in one of his hands. She moaned, her nipples hardening as her breasts pressed against his chest.

  He nipped at her bottom lip, the sting of pain a welcome sensation. “Thank you.” He breathed the words with something like reverence. But those two little words told Sasha everything she needed to know. He knew what she was offering, what it cost her to ask him for it, and he accepted it. Treasured it, even.

  “Now, please,” she whispered. Her hips undulated beneath his, both of them groaning at the friction.

  “No,” he said firmly. The rush of heat to her pussy from that one word should have been embarrassing. His hand moved down and gripped her hip to hold her still. “That’s not how this will go. I’ll have you when I’m ready. Right now, I want to explore you. So be a good girl and get on my bed.” He used the hand on her hip to tug her forward sharply so her pelvis pressed against his hard dick.

  She whimpered, realizing she was begging him just as easily and eagerly as she had begged in her fantasies of him. And she could now admit that there had been many over the years. She was completely without shame this time.

  He released her wrists, and then she was moving, following his order and getting on the bed.

  He crawled over her body until his face came into view right over hers. Sasha pulled her shirt up and over her head while his hands deftly worked on her jeans. They’d had desperation before, but it was somehow different this time. They weren’t just desperate for sex; they were desperate for each other. To be skin to skin, as close as two people could get.

  Once they were both completely naked, he ran his hands over her entire body, taking in every inch of her with awe. His head lowered then, dropping sweet kisses on her sternum, down to her pubic bone. He hadn’t even paused at the numerous silvery lines under her bellybutton. It made something in her chest warm and tighten.

  Some of her past lovers had, at the very least, asked about the stretch marks when they’d encountered them. She wasn’t ashamed. In fact, she loved and cherished them. Besides her memories, they were all she had left of her babies. But that Razor had kissed all of her without hesitating over them… Any walls left in her turned to dust.

  He spent long minutes exploring her vulva, caressing her inner thighs, and licking every inch of skin between knee and bellybutton. Then he made the trip back up, kissing her scars again, and her breath hitched.

  He kissed her lips gently, shifting to his back on the bed. He tugged for her to sit on top of him. “I want the best view for this.”

  “Will you let me taste you first? I want to explore you, too.”

  At his wicked smile, she lowered her head, kissing down his chest. His skin was warm, silky, and she paid special attention to his various scars and the ink of his tattoos as she worked her way down. Muscles in his belly tightened as her tongue languidly traced the ink of the guns on his pelvis.

  She felt and heard his impatient growl at the same time. “Fuck, I don’t want to come this way.”

  “Shhh.” Her hands slid to his thighs as her lips moved down along the faint peppering of hair down his navel. “I’m worshipping you. Like I should have a long time ago.”

  If she were being honest, she’d wanted to do this from the moment she’d seen him. She wanted to take everything from this man that he was willing to give to her.

  “Pretty girl, you don’t—fuuuuuck.”

  She silenced him quickly by taking his cock into her mouth, one hand gripping the thick base. Her tongue swirled over his head, then danced down the vein along the underside of his cock. A tremor passed through him, his thigh flexing and twitching underneath her other palm. She closed her eyes in sublime pleasure, learning the warm, salty taste of him, and th
e branding heat of his arousal. If he let her, she would happily do this all day. It was a heady rush of power, knowing that she—fuckup that she was—was capable of bringing such pure pleasure to him.

  His fingers speared through her curls, and his grip was firm as he guided her head, never forcing her. He let her suck him for longer than she expected, but then he pulled hard enough to send a delightful sting across her scalp, and she was finally forced to lift her head. His cock left her mouth with a little pop.

  “Come here.” His voice was huskier, rougher. Sasha shivered.

  Before she could even move, though, he gripped her upper arms and dragged her up his body. At the same time, he moved them both on their sides, his lips meeting hers for another devastating kiss. He lifted her leg and moved it over his hip, the position opening her. He rubbed his cock through her wetness and she moaned. Even though she’d been in far more exposing positions, she felt emotionally vulnerable this time. As he pulled away from the kiss to breathe, their gazes locked. When he slowly pushed into her, they shared a breath.

  The thought flittered in the back of her mind that, once again, they’d forgotten to use a condom, but it didn’t really concern her. It wasn’t like she could get pregnant again, and Others, unlike humans, couldn’t carry sexual diseases.

  Plus, the feel of him bare and sliding in as deep into her as possible was simply too fucking perfect. Like he was meant to be there.

  “Razor,” she gasped.

  He gripped her thigh firmly, starting to thrust slowly. “Yes, pretty girl?” he gritted out, the slow pace clearly trying his infamous control.

  “Please, Razor. More. Everything.”

  “Anything you want, Sasha,” he said, looking straight into her soul. “Anything.” He flipped them so she was on top again, and pulled her thighs over his hips. His cock slammed up into her then, balls deep, and she threw her head back in pleasure. In the tenderness, there was a bite of pain as his fingers squeezed her thigh, and another bite of pain a minute later when his palm landed heavily and solidly on her ass.

  Her pussy clenched around him in response, making him groan hoarsely. He said something in the language she’d heard him use before, Vruk she thought it was called, but whether he was cursing her or muttering nonsense, she didn’t care. Everything in this moment was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. And it felt right.

  …

  Razor pulled Sasha’s face to his and kissed her with the same urgent movement of his hips. Goddess, he could have lost her today. He’d witnessed firsthand what high-ranking Zimma Demons were capable of, and knowing one had been within touching distance of Sasha…

  His grip on her tightened and he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. He thanked every deity, Goddess, and god who was listening that Sasha was okay, that she was here in his arms and giving him something he’d never dared to dream he’d have. He understood that she wasn’t just giving him her body, but her trust as well. The knowledge filled him with not only pleasure, but gratitude, too. Because this was possibly the greatest gift she could have ever given him.

  To some extent, Razor had already known that Sasha’s body responded to his more dominant nature, but hearing the words come out of her mouth—her body softening for him—gave him goose bumps. He wanted her to know just how precious she and her submission were to him.

  He realized he was saying something to her, soft words, and then a beat later recognized he had been speaking Vruk again. Holy Hellfire, he hadn’t used it as much since leaving the Underworld as he had in the last few weeks, and never to anyone but his brothers. Now praises and endearments she didn’t even understand were falling from his mouth. He suspected what Erummon had said about Sasha being his mate was true. And it freaked him the fuck out, but it would explain so much. Mainly, why only Sasha seemed to bring out his baser-self—a growling, protective, and possessive beast. Which would also explain why his first language had been slipping out so much lately. Since that talk with his father, Razor had had to take control of his beast. Locked it away in a cage and wrapped it in chains. Because Erummon had planted that seed, and just thinking about Sasha being his…

  The beast rattled the cage.

  Fuck. He thrust sharply up into her, shutting his eyes in bliss at the small keening sound that fell from her lips.

  “Rau gra, shal mih,” he told her in Vruk. So good, pretty girl. Had any other woman’s noises gotten him this turned on before? He couldn’t even recall anyone else at this point.

  “You’re so warm, Sasha,” he said, going back to Empyrean. He caressed a hand up her back and cupped her nape. She moaned a little when he squeezed and tugged her closer, kissing her.

  “Harder, please.” She gasped and squeezed his dick inside her when he obliged.

  “Oh, fuck. I’ve never felt such perfection, pretty girl.” He emphasized the words by grinding his cock deep inside her.

  “Oh Goddess…” she moaned.

  “Shhhhh.” His hand gently squeezed her nape again as he kept fucking into her at a steady rhythm.

  She shivered in his arms. “Razor…fuck.” Her incoherent words made him grin cockily against her mouth. He loved knowing he could satisfy her.

  “I can’t hold it anymore, I’m gonna come,” Sasha warned, her voice quivering.

  He cupped her ass cheeks, one in each hand, pulling them roughly apart as he fucked furiously into her. His middle finger slinked forward, rubbing the entrance hidden between.

  “Oh gods,” Sasha cried out. Razor leaned up and sucked a dark nipple into his mouth, finger still rubbing circles around her asshole.

  “No, wait. I want to feel you come first.” Her gaze locked on his. “I need it. Please.”

  The words almost undid him. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.”

  He released one of her ass cheeks—keeping his other hand and finger right where they were—and moved his hand up to her neck, lightly gripping the slender column and bringing their mouths together.

  She started moving again, grinding and bucking on him. Groaning, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her throat. “I’m going to come inside you.”

  “Oh, fuck. Yes, please…yes,” she keened. The deep throaty moan, full body shudder, and fluttering pussy had him growling against her breast, his hips slapping noisily against her bottom. The best fucking sound in the world.

  He groaned deeply, his dick twitching inside her as his orgasm hit. He gave short thrusts and spilled into her. She followed him a second later, crying out while he continued pumping into her through the spasms.

  Squeezing her tighter to him, needing to feel her as close to him as possible, Razor suddenly caught himself licking a path from her shoulder to her jaw.

  He paused. The urge to lick a woman after sex had never before made an appearance. But his reservations quickly vanished as the pleasure of tasting Sasha’s orgasm on her skin and the feel of her warm pussy washed over him. The moment filled with peace and closeness, like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He couldn’t get enough of it.

  There was no doubt in his mind now. Sasha was his.

  Yes, she’s yours. Only yours. Your mate, his beast purred.

  Yes, she was. But Razor wasn’t going to tell her that just yet. It wasn’t as if anything was settled. He and his beast might recognize her as his, but that still left Sasha with the final say. It was clear that the mating rules applied to the Hellhounds; a full mating could only take place if his mate consciously made the choice to accept his claim. Sasha had only just taken the first steps and said yes to exploring the chemistry between them. Telling her she had been created to be the perfect match to everything that was Razor might be coming on a little too strong.

  He laughed to himself. A little?

  After several more minutes of letting herself be petted, Sasha finally stirred. Her head lifted, a small, lazy smile on her lips.

  “Hi,” she said, her voice low and husky. It made him come to life again inside her.

  “Hey,�
� he replied, pushing her hair back from her sweaty forehead as he returned her smile. He shifted her so she was lying next to him, cradled against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time, no words needed.

  “I lied. There’s more about Valtu,” she finally said.

  He tensed, knowing he wasn’t going to like what she had to say.

  Sasha sighed, sitting up on her side as she reclined on one arm, like a queen on her fainting couch. Beautiful. Sasha’s hair was messy, her eyes bright, and her breast bare. Razor decided to remain where he was, the view too fucking gorgeous to disturb. The best part, though, was looking up at her while inhaling the scent they’d made together.

  “Go on.”

  “I think she knew about us.”

  “What do you mean?” Razor sat up. Her eyes flicked to his cock, and he would have grinned if the conversation weren’t so vital.

  “When she asked about whose side I was on, she also asked if I was still buddy-buddy with you. I told her we could barely stand each other. I don’t think she believed that.”

  “No, of course she didn’t,” he confirmed, distractedly getting out of bed, his suspicions growing. Valtu wouldn’t have believed Sasha for many reasons, but the most obvious one was that she’d probably been able to smell Razor all over Sasha. Not just “I’ve been hanging out with him,” but more like, “he’s been inside me.”

  Valtu also clearly had alliances in the streets since she was all nonchalantly hanging out in the dealers’ favorite playground.

  He turned back to Sasha. He never talked about Erummon to anyone. There were rumors and stories about what had gone down with their father, but only his closest friends knew the story of their life in the Underworld, and then their exile. Sasha had opened up to him today. She deserved to know the entire situation.

  “My father was here.”

  Sasha’s eyes widened, and she stood up. “Holy shit. What did he want? And how the hell did he cross the Veil?”

  His chest warmed with contentment at how good it felt to be with her like this, dealing with all this shit together. “He killed the guards.”