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Legacy of Chaos
PROLOGUE
“Let’s go to the merry-go-round, Stryke! C’mon! Hurry!”
Stryke groaned down at his little brother, tugging on his hand. “There’s no hurry. The thing runs every three minutes, and no one’s in line because it sucks.”
The little shit bit him. Right there in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.
“Ouch. Dammit, Chaos!” He shook his hand out as his seven-year-old twin brothers, Crux and Chaos, darted ahead toward the carousel, their new white sneakers pounding the hot pavement, making the soles light up with every step.
Unbelievable. They were in a theme park filled with loopy rollercoasters, log rides, and race cars, and the little weirdos wanted to ride something they could find at a big city mall. For the third time in an hour.
“Dude, he’s a handful.” Logan, son of the Horseman known as Death, shook his head. At eighteen, just four years younger than Stryke, he was the spitting image of his father. “How’d you draw the short straw to be their babysitter today?”
The cute blonde popcorn stand girl gave Stryke another seductive smile as they walked by. She’d been flirting with him the entire time he’d been stuck in the lame-ass kid’s section of the theme park, and each smile was more suggestive than the last. When he bought popcorn for his brothers, she’d brushed her hip against him in blatant invitation. He’d blame her advances on his sex demon pheromones, and sure, he was probably putting them out there in pulsing clouds, but she’d had her eye on him even before he’d gotten close to her.
And he’d definitely had his eyes on her.
“Blade took them to the San Diego Aquarium last week,” he said after they’d passed Popcorn Princess. “Rade took them to a movie before that. Apparently, it’s my turn to help out during summer break. My parents don’t seem to give a shit that I’m in the middle of working on my doctoral thesis.”
“Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re working on your second doctorate. How can we forget the boy genius who makes the rest of us look bad?”
Stryke rolled his eyes hard enough to hurt. These guys would never know what it was like for him. His brain was in a constant state of manic sensory input and calculations, focusing on a million things at once. If he couldn’t spill some of it out by working on something, his head felt like it would explode. He needed to either organize everything by learning more or release it by creating things, like doctoral theses or rocket engines.
Funny, NASA was happy to accept his designs, but actually hiring him, a demon, turned out to be a hyperdrive too far.
Also, at twenty-two, he was hardly a boy. He’d gone through his first maturation phase over a year ago. Still, in a way, he wished the painful ordeal had never happened. Before the change that made him sexually mature and insatiable, he’d been able to put one hundred percent of his concentration into education, research, and science.
Now, far too much of his brain power got diverted into finding sexual partners. Thankfully, his uncle Eidolon had developed a drug for their kind that allowed them to go a day or two without sex as long as they kept up with the injections. And from the way his dick was pointing at the popcorn girl, it was clear he needed another one.
“I’m gonna go find Sabre and Blade,” Logan said. “We want to ride the Ice Tornado.”
“Yeah, have fun,” Stryke said absently, digging through his pocket for the injector pen. Shit. He must have left it at home. Maybe Blade or Sabre had one on them.
When he got to the carousel, the twins had queued at the head of the line, and the ride hadn’t stopped yet. Stryke glanced back at the popcorn girl, hanging aBe Back in Ten Minutessign.
Perfect timing. He might not have to bug his cousin or brother for an injector pen, after all.
He caught Popcorn Princess as she stepped out from behind the cart.
“Hi,” she said, her glossy red lips turned into a mischievous smile that made him wonder how they’d feel wrapped around his cock. Depending on the viscosity of her gloss, the friction of her lips on the skin of his shaft could create intense sensations. “I was hoping you’d come over.”
He was hoping he’dcome. “Yeah? What time do you get off work?”
“Not for another four hours.” She glanced at her comms unit. First gen. Stryke had just gotten the second gen. Had some cool upgrades. “But I’ve got ten minutes and a secret spot. You got any juice?”
Juice. Drugs. Stryke wasn’t into that shit. His mind was already in a constant spin. “No, but I have a condom.”
Not that he needed one. He wouldn’t be fertile until his second maturation phase, which wouldn’t happen for another eighty years or so. But he couldn’t exactly say that, not to a human. At least, he assumed she was human.
She probably assumed he was too.
“S’okay.” She started down a winding path off the main pedestrian area, her tight ass swinging under her short white skirt. “I got some J.”
He glanced back at the carousel, which had stopped and was unloading. He should have four to five minutes before Crux and Chaos were done with the ride. Perfect.
