Page 112 of Anomalies

Apparently, that’s all it takes to tame chaos.

“You know the rules,” I murmur, just loud enough for her to hear. “Tell me to stop and I will, but Lucina…” I wait until her eyes meet mine, holding her gaze as I grip the edge of the lacy fabric and tug it down her hips. “Now is the time to stop me.”

“And why is that?” She flashes a taunting sort of smile; the kind that makes me want to simultaneously kill her and bind her life to mine. Whatever the fuck that means.

I shrug, pulling the lacy material over her boots and tossing it to the ground. “Because I won’t be able to stop once I start.”

Her eyes darken to a shade so deep that all I can see are her pupils and a faint ring around them where the gold flecks still linger. The sheets dip as she sinks her elbows further into the mattress and slowly, sinfully she drapes her leg over my shoulder. Her head falls to the side when I groan. She’s unrivaled and striking in every sense of the word, and gods, it looks good on her, that power. It ripples off her skin, and I don’t even think she’s aware of it.

“Go on then, Captain,” Lucina taunts, and I grin.

That. Fucking. Name.

I wrap my arm around the thigh she’s laid across my shoulder, then my other hand presses into the back of her knee, pushing it towards her chest. She curses when my teeth graze along her inner thigh, light enough that her skin pebbles, then she gasps when I separate her with a slow brush of my thumb. Running it straight through the slickness that’s already gathered there, and I drink in the way it glistens.

Lucina curses and her head falls to the mattress. My palm splays across her lower stomach, holding her in place.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmur into her skin, then we both groan at the first drag of my tongue straight up the center of her—warm and soft and fucking perfect.

She springs back up to her elbows. “Callan.” I can’t tell if it’s a plea or a warning, but it’s too late for the latter.

I shake my head, unable to lift it. “Lie down, Lucina.”

I feel her ready to argue, but the only sound she makes is a sharp breath when I yank her hips forward, pulling her elbows out from underneath her. Then she isn’t able to argue anything. The only word she’s able to speak is my name.

Not Captain, never Captain. Not with her.

I slide her other leg over my shoulder, freeing one hand, and the heel of Lucina’s boot digs into my back when I slip a finger deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” she exhales, her back arching off the bed.

Gods, I’m going to have dreams about this. It will forever be there when I close my eyes; how perfect she tastes and how stunning she sounds when she can’t catch her breath. How her body betrays the foul curses she hurls, needing me in the same violent way I need her.

I add a second finger, curling them both, and when I let go of a trembling breath, hot air fans across the most sensitive part of her.

I’m grinning when her hand flies up to cover her mouth. “There’s no need to be quiet, Chaos. Go on and tell everyone you’re mine.”

She tries to laugh, but the sound is cut off when my teeth clamp around that swollen bundle of nerves, and then she’s writhing against me and I’m gripping her thigh so desperately I’m certain I’ll leave a ring of bruises there.

Lucina tightens around my fingers and then⁠—

There’s a knock on the door. “Cal,” Pax calls.

“Fuck off, Pax,” I snap, slamming a hand down over Lucina’s hips when she tries to squirm away, then I give her a firm shake of my head. “I’m not done with you.”

“Callan.” Lucina’s eyes flare with urgency, then her head whips to the door when the floorboards creak in the hall.

“Delia wants to see you,” Pax adds, but I don’t think Vita herself could pull me away from this. The Dame’s going to have to wait.

I stand, and Lucina’s eyes track the movement, bristling underneath the intensity in my gaze when I crawl over her.

“Here’s what you’re going to do, Chaos.” I kick her legs back open with my knee, and she gasps when I slide my fingers perfectly back into her, whiskey eyes falling heavy. “You’re going to ignore him—ignore everything,” I whisper against her lips, starting up a torturous pace that has her gripping the collar of my shirt.

My hand settles on her throat, brushing against that hammering pulse. My pulse. “Then you’re going to fall apart all over my fingers and watch as I lick them clean.”

Her lips pop open, and a crease forms between her brows. “Callan, I…”

“I’ve got you.” Her breathing becomes labored, and the roll of her hips stutters a second before⁠—