A Lighter Shade of Blue (Kings of Chaos 2)

The whispery voice makes me heart speed. “Blue?”

“Can I come…in?” Her voice wavers. When she opens the door, the dim lighting frames her form. She closes the door behind her and tentatively makes her way to my bed before sinking to the edge of the bed.

I reach for the light.

She grabs my hand. “Please don’t,” she says in a low whisper.

“Are you shy, baby? You don’t need to be.” I run my hand through her thick hair. It’s softer than I imagined it would be. Pulling her to me, I sample her lips. She tastes sweet, and her kisses are hesitant. I savor her inexperience, coaxing her to open her mouth as I teach her how to use her tongue. My dick is straining against my jeans. I want to strip her bare and plunge into her tight center, but I know I need to go slow. Cupping her face, I make sure she feels the words I can’t say. She moans into my mouth and I feel like I’m on top of the world. I never expected things to progress this swiftly. Her boldness is impressive.

She slowly runs her hands up my arms and wraps them around my neck.

I pull her onto my

lap and deepen the kiss. As she plays with the hair at my nape I shiver. It’s everything I imagined and more. Her warm weight is a welcome addition and my cock twitches in my pants, straining to get closer to the heat I can feel through my jeans. I take my time undressing her, wishing I could turn on the light. She’s young, and probably nervous. I have to respect that.

I’m going to teach you everything I know.

We strip down, piling our clothes in small heaps around the bed.

Her skin feels silky smooth. “Are you sure about this, Blue? There’s no rush,” I ask as I kneel between her legs.

“I-I want to feel you inside me, Shadow,” her voice is still in whisper mode. “Make me forget there was ever anyone else.”

The news stuns me. She’s not a virgin? I’m thrown. It doesn’t matter. I’ll make her forget about anyone else.

She sits up and reaches out to wrap her hand around my base.

Rational thought leaves my mind. I thrust forward into her hand, moaning as she squeezes me tight and finds the perfect rhythm. “You better stop that or it’ll be over before it begins.”

“You like it?” she asks shyly. Her shyness is out in full force. Her voice is whispery and huskier than usual.

Knowing I affect her this strongly makes me even harder. “Like doesn’t begin to cover it.” I push her hand away gently. “Lay back, baby. I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

She lays back, and I reach between her legs. Her wet heat coats my fingers. When I slip them into her center she flexes her muscles, and I can’t help but moan.

“So hot and tight.” I pump, and she lifts her hips, following the pace I set. Her whimpers and gasps push me closer to the edge. All I can think about is being inside of her. Her body shakes, her muscles clamp down, and she screams as she flies over the edge. I stroke her through the orgasm, peppering her breasts with kisses. “Baby, are you protected?” I whisper.

“Yes. You…safe?”

“I’ve never gone bare before. But I want that with you.”

She whimpers as I grip my head and tease her with my tip. Her juice coats the head and shivers run down my spine. This is right. I ease inside of her and grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon. She’s warm and welcoming. Her arms and legs wrap around me in an embrace I never want to break. I spent a year fantasizing about this. When she hit seventeen, I was able to stop feeling guilty. “You feel so good, Blue. Better than I imagined.”

“You’re so big,” she whispers.

I grip her slender hips, and we move faster. The sound of skin on skin inflames me. She moves her legs higher, and I sink deeper. Her cries are a soundtrack I want to loop in my ears for the rest of my life. Her body trembles, her muscles flex, and she screams my name. I spill inside of her, experiencing completion inside of the only person I ever desired the deep connection with. We collapse together, and I fall to the side, pulling her against me. “You okay?” I whisper into her ear.

“Mmm-hmm.”

Her sleepy tone fills me with a sense of peace and belonging. A rightness I’d been missing since I took my place as an enforcer. The job is a grim one. On my darkest days, I’m a death dealer. On a good day, I deliver pain. It’ll harden a man if he allows it. I pull her close, knowing I’m the luckiest man in the world. All the people in the world and she chose me. I fall asleep wrapped up in her body, and all is right with my world.

I open my eyes to the early morning sunlight, glance at the warm body beside me, and freeze. “What the fuck?” I bark.

Calla is curled up beside me, nude and sleep worn. Her lids flicker open, and she gives me a sleepy smile. “Morning, lover.”

“What did you do, Calla?” I growl.

“Come on, we both know you’re too much man for my sister to handle.”