Deadly Chaos (Steel Roses Book 2)

by Samantha Bee

  For now, I’m content for both of us to let go and get lost in everything we are to each other. I capture her lips in a searing kiss, letting her take control when she pushes for it. She takes my lower lip into her mouth and bites down sharply before releasing it.

  I growl, bucking my hips into her. Even with the layers of clothes still separating us, I am completely ensnared in her trap. She feels heavenly in my arms once more and the words bubble up out of me without any thought. "I love you."

  A look passes her eyes and it's so much more alive than anything I've ever seen. My insides light up as if hit by a live wire at the possessive glint that takes over her features. "I love you too, Kade. So fucking much."

  She tilts her hips up into mine and cradles me there, making me grow even harder. "Fuck," I groan. "I need to be in you."

  She smirks. "So get the fuck in me, big guy."

  I don't think I've ever stripped out of my clothes so damn fast as I do in this moment. She barely even gets the chance to blink her eyes before I'm bare ass naked in front of her and climbing back towards her on the bed to slip her pants off of her.

  I unbutton them, grinning as I do. I get up on my knees and lean down, hooking the belt loops on my thumbs as I ease them down her legs.

  "What the fuck?" Her surprised exclamation makes me snap my eyes back up to hers, but she isn't looking at me, she's looking over my shoulder. Or at my shoulder? I look behind me but can't figure out what caught her attention.

  She shoves my shoulder and scoots out from under me, her legs still trapped in the pants only halfway off. She shimmies out of them quickly as I watch her, still somewhat baffled by the turn of events.

  "That's where you fucking got it?"

  I cock my head, confused about what she's talking about.

  She slaps my shoulder again when I don't move and twirls her fingers around in a little circle. Understanding finally dawns on me as I smirk and turn around, letting her see my back for what must be the first time in months.

  Her fingers trace the ink that spans across the width of my shoulders. "I forgot you got this shit," she huffs. "I can't believe I haven't seen it before this."

  I shrug. I had gotten the roses done just before we had our fight. She hasn't really seen me without my shirt on since I've gotten them. The first time she did was earlier tonight, but she was more focused on the tattoos we were getting, and I don't think I ever turned my back to her.

  "It's beautiful." The way her fingers trace over them make shivers run down my spine. She presses her chest against my back as she lays kisses over the black petals. They hurt like a bitch to get and took forever for Ronan to get the roses pure black. The inky color calling to the darkness inside of me.

  The only other color besides black is the vibrant red of the blood splatter that frames the three roses. I knew exactly what I wanted once I saw what Joe had done. The bleeding roses a perfect symbol for all that Scar has gone through and become. It suits her for so many different reasons. The beauty surrounded by such savagery. The once delicate being using her own destruction to make others bleed.

  I wasn’t surprised when Luca saw it and decided we should all get them. I had already had the same idea and it wasn’t hard to convince Ryder of the same thing. He all but jumped at the chance to get the roses done. I can’t wait for her to see that they both have them done as well. I smirk to myself, knowing that isn’t the only tattoo of Luca’s she will freak out about.

  I wonder how he managed to keep them both covered when they fucked the other day after Steel Roses.

  Her teeth sink into my neck and I all but forget about the tattoos as I reach behind me and pull her back to me so she's straddling me. "Wanna check out my other tattoos?" I grin at her. "I have one on my thigh that I think you might find interesting."

  She smirks, leaning into me for a kiss. I groan as I push my tongue into her mouth. Done with the teasing and playing with her. I'm even done with all of the heavy emotions this day has brought out in all of us. Emotions really are exhausting.

  I fall into her kiss, wrapping one arm around her back and crushing her to me. With my free hand I seek out her panties so I can push them out of my way. I groan into her mouth as I find how wet she already is for me.

  I sink two fingers into her without any preamble. Her teeth sink into my lower lip as she arches more into me and starts riding my hand. I pump into her, nipping back at her lips once she releases mine.

  Our eyes lock as she lowers herself on my hand, getting herself off. "God, I've fucking missed you." I pull out of her and flip her under me again. I tear her underwear from her body and toss them somewhere behind me. I find her clit with my thumb as I start working her up with small circles around it.

  My lips find her neck and I trail down, laying kisses on every bit of exposed skin I can reach. All the while, keeping up the torturous pace on her clit. Exerting just enough pressure to make her want more without pushing her over the edge.

  I slip my fingers down, bypassing her center, even as she bucks into my hand. I grin as I collect some of her wetness on my fingers and continue working my way down. I watch her closely to make sure I'm not pushing her too far. Her eyes snap open and I can see the moment of panic as I reach the spot I had been seeking. I run the tip of my finger over her tight ring of muscles, not exerting any pressure until she gives me the okay.

  She’s never showed any interest in exploring anal play when it was just the two of us. I know that it has been a trigger for her in the past, that she was abused here, and it left a deeper mark than maybe anything else she went through. I never would have thought to push her on this, but I saw the glimmer of interest and curiosity when Noah and I brought up both taking her at the same time.

  As much as I would like to, it's not something we can just jump into though. She needs some preparation before we can get there. I know she must be having similar thoughts. She takes several deep breaths, keeping her eyes open and on me. I wait, making sure she knows this is all her show. She's in complete control here. After several moments, she dips her head slightly, giving me the okay. My chest fills with pride that she trusts me enough to be the first person to breach this.

  I lean down and give her one more searing kiss before planting kisses down until I reach her clit. I pump two fingers in and out of her as I latch to her clit, sucking on it while laving it with my tongue. I don't ease her into it. Trying to get her worked up and as wet as I can.

  I don't let up on my assault until she's screaming out my name. I can feel the waves as they pass through her. She tightens around my fingers and I pull away from her clit as she gets even wetter with her climax.

  I slow my fingers down, still fucking her through the last of her orgasm. As her body finally starts to relax back down onto the bed, I pull out of her. I watch as her come drips down to the tight ring of muscles I'm most interested in right now.

  I use my thumb to start making circles around it again, applying the smallest amount of pressure as I start to work my way in. She starts to tense, and I start flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. I swirl around the bundle of nerves until she relaxes enough and starts bucking into my face.

  I grin as I start to apply pressure with my thumb, slowly stretching her out and easing into her ass. She moans and thrusts into my mouth as I work most of my thumb in. "Oh fuck."

  I grin as I pick up my head to look at her face. "You like?"

  I pull my thumb partially out and twist as I push it back into her. I love the way she moans and begs for more. I could spend all day doing this, but my dick is aching painfully.

  I pull out of her and flip her over, bringing her ass in the air. I slap her ass, the red handprint makes my dick twitch in anticipation. The sounds she makes are music to my ears.

  I pause at her entrance. "Let me know if it's too much." She curses me out and I can't help but chuckle as I thrust into her. Fuck she feels good. I piston my hips, coating myself in her arousal as I can already feel her orgasm buildin
g.

  I use my hand to spread her cheeks so I can watch the way I move in and out of her, slowing my thrusts to enjoy the sight. I use the same thumb to work its way back into her ass. Fuck. Even just that makes her feel all that much tighter.

  Her body spasms as I get my thumb all the way in. I give her a few moments to adjust before picking up the pace of my thrusts. I can feel the movement between the thin wall separating my dick and my thumb.

  Imagining doing this with one of the other guys inside her at the same time makes me grow even harder. I start to lose my rhythm as I chase down my orgasm. Determined for her to finish with me, I reach around with my free hand to find her clit. I thrum my fingers against her rapidly, not able to have the same controlled movements from earlier.

  She cries out and I can feel her orgasm tear through her even more so than usual. She tightens around me so much I can't hold back as I slam all the way into her one last time and come just as I feel her orgasm starting to recede.

  We both collapse in a heap and I slowly pull out of her, pulling her to lay on my chest.

  She sighs as she gets comfortable, snuggling into me.

  "What did you think?" I ask her after several minutes where our panting was the only sounds filling the room.

  She lays her hand on my chest and rests her chin on them as she thinks about her answer. "I wasn't sure at first." She pauses, chewing on her lip. "I was scared I was going to get lost in memories of that night." She stops talking for several more moments, but I don't push her.

  She never brings up what happened to her and just how bad it was. I've put most of the pieces together but never have I heard it from her mouth like this.

  "I've never let anyone go there, you know?" I nod because I already knew that. Scar is pretty adventurous in what she wants to do in the bedroom, but it was always very clear that anal play was something that was out of bounds for her until now.

  It felt fucking amazing to have her like that and I can't even imagine how good it will feel to fuck her there. If she didn't like it though, I will never bring it up again. Her pleasure is the only thing that really matters to me.

  She looks up at me and her eyelashes flutter, I think I may even see a hint of a blush working up her neck. I stay silent, knowing this isn’t the time to tease her over her embarrassment. This was more than just sex, more than exploring something new. This was tearing down another wall around her heart. It was healing another wound that had festered in her soul for too long. She needs the time and space to process that and come to terms with the fact that she may have liked something that was once a terrifying thought.

  I run my hand soothingly down her back, pulling her close into me and dropping a kiss on her head. I’ll give her as much time as she needs to consider it all, but I never want her to feel alone. Not even for a minute. Especially not after letting herself be so vulnerable with me. In a lot of different ways tonight.

  I don't know how much time has passed when her voice breaks the silence. I thought she had drifted off to sleep but she speaks in a small, still slightly unsure but awed tone. One that I would never have associated with her before. “I liked it.”

  I smile and pull her even tighter to me. “I did too, Ladybug.” I leave it at just that and listen to her breathing until it evens out and I know she’s fallen asleep. It doesn’t take long for me to follow her.

  I wake up before she does, and I enjoy seeing how peaceful she looks in her sleep. Before she ran away, she never slept this easily.

  I spent a lot of time just watching her while she slept, in the least creepy way possible. She never had this same ease that she does now. I guess all of the emotional purging we've been doing really has helped her. I haven't even heard her have a single nightmare since she came back.

  I know from talking to Declan that they were frequent and consuming while she was gone, so it really is a new development that she's been able to get such restful sleep.

  Every day she's back, I see the two halves of her merging more and more. She settles into who she truly is, letting all of her sides coexist much more peacefully as the time passes. I don't know how long she hopes to hide her savage side from Declan and Noah, but I know it won't last much longer.

  Noah has already figured out more than she knows, and I know Declan isn’t far behind him. They are both too smart, too observant to not pick up on at least some of our secrets. I hope she thinks more about what I said last night.

  She continues to lower her guard around them, to let them get glimpses of who she truly is under the tattoos and hair dye. More than just a party girl and good time. More than the emotional mess Declan found her in. More than I can even put into words. She's been broken so many times and put herself back together, I don't think she even recognizes every piece of herself anymore.

  It's sexy as all hell when she lets her inner psycho out to play. The maniacal smile that spreads across her face. The wicked glint that comes into her eyes. The way I can see the blood settling her inner demons. Fuck.

  It's been a while since I've been able to enjoy her more psychotic side. The thought of her killing people shouldn't turn me on, but I would be lying if I said it didn't. I can feel myself growing harder as I think about the high of the kill.

  I run my fingers down her spine and pull her closer into my chest. She gives me a sleepy little groan even as she cuddles more into my chest. I kiss her forehead, running my fingers down lower to the curves of her ass.

  She pops one eye half open, attempting to study me through her drowsiness. "If you're working me up to leave me hanging, I will stab you."

  I cup her ass, pulling her into me so she can feel how hard I already am for her. "I think you're sexy when you get stabby." I skim my fingers down lower until I find her wet heat. She shivers and I hum to myself, I love how her body responds to me. She's already so wet and she isn't even fully awake yet.

  We never did get dressed last night, so there are no barriers keeping me from sliding her up and down my length, coating myself in her arousal without even entering her.

  Fuck. Even like this she feels so fucking good.

  She moans as she rocks into me. I watch her face and grin at the sleepy little smile there. She's still so out of it, just going with the movements of our bodies. I love the natural ease of her reactions.

  I grip her hips with my hands so I can take more control of her movements. Speeding them up and grinding her down into me, making sure I rub against her clit repeatedly.

  She keeps her eyes closed as she lets me control her movements. I don't tease her for too long before thrusting inside of her. I groan. I'll never be tired of this feeling. No matter how many times we come together, I'll never stop being amazed that somehow, she's become mine.

  I keep the pace slow and lazy, enjoying the way she writhes above me, never trying to take control back from me. We both just rock into each other, enjoying the sensation of being so close again. Letting it drag out as her sweet cunt milks my dick in the most delicious way.

  Her eyes flutter open and lock on mine just as I feel her starting to tighten around me. I pick up the speed of my thrusts, slamming into her as I watch her mouth part open in the sweetest little O. I lean up and dominate her mouth the same way I dominate her body. Rocking up into her at a ferocious pace now that I can feel my own climax coming.

  She clenches around me like a vice and I let myself follow her over the edge, thrusting up into her one last time.

  She collapses on top of me sighing. "That's one way to wake up."

  I push the hair out of her face and give her a kiss on her temple. "The best way." I draw out of her and smack her ass. "But we should get dressed. Joe and Charlene are bringing the kids over for breakfast."

  She pulls back, surprise written all over her features. "I didn't know that." Her nose scrunches and her eyebrows draw in.

  I nod. "They called yesterday. I guess there's a boy at school they're having problems with."

  She snickers. "The one she pun
ched?"

  I laugh, recalling the video Luca pulled up for me. God, I can't even say how many times I've watched that damn clip. It's epic. Exactly how I know Scar is her mother. Rowan is going to be one fierce little angel. A rose with some lethal fucking thorns. I have a feeling she will be underestimated her entire life, but we will ensure she knows how to kick ass.

  "Apparently, that was only the beginning of the problems."

  Her face scrunches up again as she thinks, and I can tell she's running through her memories. "I haven't seen anything else happen." I chuckle. I knew she was stalking the live feeds like the overprotective mama bear she is.

  She's done better than I had expected with Roe going to school. She's been encouraging her independence in a way I didn't think she would be capable of doing. Not that the rest of us are any better. Roe has faced more than any human should ever have to, let alone at her age. I don't think anyone could blame us for trying to keep Roe safe and happy.

  I shrug and start to get out of bed. "We will have to see. Joe didn't say what was up.'' I think about the conversation I had with the older man though. "He did seem amused though." I tilt my head as I think about it more. Yeah, I can't imagine it's going to be anything that bad.

  Then again, not a single one of us was concerned about her laying a kid out. Proud? Hell yes. Impressed? Also fuck yeah. Worried? Not even a little bit.

  Our girl is a fighter. She had to be to survive.

  Scar and I shower and dress quickly. We head into the kitchen to already find the others sitting around drinking coffee. All four of them look up and smile when we walk in. There's less tension in the room than I think we've all grown accustomed to.

  While we aren't all where we need to be with Scar, there's no more anger to sort through. I know most of that was on me. Okay, almost all of it. Between my anger at Scar and myself, resentment towards Luca and Declan, and their frustrations with me, or in Declan's case, rage, it was hard to miss the tension within our group.