The Devil’s Chaos (The Brotherhood #2)

47. Forty-Seven

47

FORTY-SEVEN

HAVEN

T he night wore on, and we drank until all of us were drunk and giggled at the smallest things. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so utterly weightless and free. Or the last time I had laughed so hard my sides hurt. I watched Archer and Kai tell stories about each other, from drunken tales to their lives together.

Archer’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he recounted when Kai had accidentally set fire to their kitchen while attempting to make a romantic dinner. Kai’s face flushed red with embarrassment, but even he couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory.

“In my defense,” Kai interjected, “I was trying to impress a date. How was I supposed to know that oil and high heat don’t mix well?”

I nearly spit my drink out from laughter. The image of Kai frantically trying to put out a grease fire while his date looked on in horror was too much.

As the night progressed, the stories grew more outlandish, and the laughter more raucous. At one point, Archer stood up to reenact a particularly hilarious moment, only to lose his balance and tumble onto the couch in a fit of giggles.

I couldn't remember the last time I felt so at ease and accepted. Watching Archer and Kai's easy banter and obvious affection for each other made my heart ache with a longing I hadn't realized was there.

Kai leaned back in his chair, a lopsided grin on his face as he recounted a particularly embarrassing moment from Archer’s past. "And then, if you can believe it, he stumbled right into the pool, fully clothed! The look on his face was priceless."

Archer snorted, taking another swig from his bottle. "Oh, like you're one to talk! Remember that time in Vegas when you thought it would be a brilliant idea to climb the replica Eiffel Tower?"

Kai’s eyes widened, and he nearly choked on his drink. “Hey, that was supposed to stay in Vegas!”

I leaned forward, my curiosity piqued. “Oh, this I have to hear!”

Archer grinned wickedly, clearly enjoying having the upper hand. “So, we were in Vegas for a bachelor party, and Kai here had a few too many shots of tequila. He got it into his head that he was some sort of superhero and could scale the Eiffel Tower replica outside the Paris Hotel.”

Kai groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I thought we agreed never to speak of this again.”

“No way, man. This is too good not to share.” Archer turned back to me, his eyes twinkled with mirth. “So, picture this: Kai, stumbling drunk, making his way up the tower like some deranged Spider-Man. Security was called, and they had to coax him down with promises of more tequila.”

I burst out laughing. “Please tell me there’s video evidence of this.”

Kai shot Archer a warning look. “Don’t you dare.”

Archer held up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll keep that part to myself. But seriously, I thought I was going to have to bail you out of jail that night.”

Kai shook his head, a rueful smile on his face. “Yeah, not my finest moment. But in my defense, that tequila was strong.”

As the laughter died down, I found myself leaned back into the couch cushions, a warm feeling of contentment washed over me.

Archer raised his bottle, a mischievous glint in his eye. “To Vegas, tequila, and poor life choices!”

We all clinked our drinks together and dissolved into another fit of laughter.

“I am going to excuse myself to the little girl’s room,” I yawned and kissed Kai on the cheek while he recounted another Archer story that involved whipped cream and handcuffs.

As I went to the bathroom, I couldn't help but overhear snippets of Archer and Kai's conversation drifting from the living room. Their voices were low and conspiratorial, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter.

I smiled to myself as I closed the bathroom door, feeling a pang of envy for their easy camaraderie. It had been so long since I had a friendship like that, one built on years of shared experiences and inside jokes.

After I finished up, I took a moment to splash some cold water on my face, trying to clear the hazy fog of alcohol from my mind. As I patted my skin dry with a fluffy towel, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright with laughter and perhaps something more.

I felt… happy .

As I returned to the living room, I paused in the doorway, taking in the scene before me. Archer was sprawled across the couch, his long legs dangled off the end, while Kai sat cross-legged on the floor, gesturing animatedly as he spoke.

“...and then, if you can believe it, he tried to convince the bouncer that he was actually the lead singer of the band!”

Archer let out a groan, covering his face with his hands. “I thought we agreed to never speak of that again.”

“Oh, come on," Kai grinned, “it's a classic story. One for the ages.”

I cleared my throat, stepping fully into the room. “Sounds like I missed quite the tale.”

Archer sat up and made room for me on the couch. “Trust me, you don't want to know.”

“Oh, I think I do,” I teased as I settled in beside him. “But perhaps another time. I believe it's my turn to share an embarrassing story.”

Kai rubbed his hands together gleefully. “Yes, please! I need some new material to work with.”

And so, the night wore on, filled with more laughter, more stories, and more of the easy camaraderie that I had come to crave. As the first rays of dawn began to peek through the windows, I found myself drifting off, my head resting on Kai’s shoulder.

When I awoke, the sun was high in the sky, and my head was pounding with the telltale signs of a hangover. I blinked against the harsh light as I took in my surroundings with a sense of disorientation.

I was still on the couch, a blanket draped over me. Archer, Mila, and Kai were nowhere to be seen, but I could hear the faint sounds of movement that came from the kitchen.

Slowly, I sat up, wincing as the room spun around me. I definitely needed some water and a handful of aspirin.

As if on cue, Kai appeared in the doorway, two steaming mugs in hand. "Well, good morning, sunshine," he grinned as he handed me one of the mugs. "Thought you could use some coffee."

I gratefully accepted the mug, inhaling the rich aroma of the coffee. “You’re a lifesaver,” I mumbled, taking a tentative sip. The hot liquid seemed to clear some of the alcohol fog from my brain instantly.

Kai chuckled while he settled down on the couch beside me. “I figured we could all use a pick-me-up after last night. Mila is in the kitchen, attempting to make breakfast. Emphasis on attempting.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”

“Nah,” Kai waved a hand dismissively. “The smoke alarm has only gone off twice so far. I think she’s starting to get the hang of it. Plus, Archer is assisting her.”

A loud clatter echoed from the kitchen as if on cue, followed by Archer’s muffled cursing. I couldn’t help but laugh, nearly spilling my coffee in the process.

Kai shook his head, a fond smile playing on his lips. “Those two are a disaster in the kitchen together, but they mean well.”

I leaned back against the couch cushions, savoring the warmth of the mug in my hands. "Last night was...fun," I said softly. "I haven't laughed that hard in a long time."

Kai's expression softened. “I'm glad. You deserve to have a little fun every now and then.”

Something in his tone, a hint of tenderness, made my heart skip a beat. I glanced up at him, acutely aware of how close we were sitting, and I clenched my thighs in response.

“Kai, I...” I started, but the words seemed to stick in my throat.

He reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. “I know, little lamb,” he murmured. “Me too.”

I was just about to jump his bones when we were interrupted.

The spell was broken by Archer bursting into the room, a plate piled high with slightly charred pancakes in hand. “Breakfast is served!” he announced proudly.

Mila followed close behind, carrying a tray laden with fruit and what appeared to be mimosas. “We—I may have gotten a little carried away,” she admitted sheepishly.

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here we were, nursing hangovers and eating questionable pancakes, and yet, I was so happy to be living in the moment.

“Mila, you outdid yourself,” I praised. “Everything was really yummy.”

Mila beamed at my compliment, her cheeks flushed with pride. “Thanks! Considering my track record in the kitchen, I wasn't sure how they'd turn out.” She elbowed Archer playfully. “I couldn't have done it without my trusty sous chef though.”

Archer snorted, reaching for another pancake. “Don’t let her fool you,” he said around a mouthful of food. “She nearly burned the house down trying to make those pancakes.”

Mila swatted at him playfully, rolling her eyes. “Excuse me, but I seem to recall someone else setting off the smoke alarm while attempting to make bacon.”

“That’s because I was distracted,” he winked at her.

I blushed when I realized what he was talking about.

“Archer!” she gasped in embarrassment.

Kai chuckled, leaning back and sipping his mimosa. “Face it, Mila, you’re just as hopeless in the kitchen as me. Good thing I have a chef to make me pancakes with extra maple syrup on the side.”

Now, it was my turn to blush as Kai caught my eye, a hungry look in his eyes—and not for food.

Mila clutched her chest in mock offense. “I’ll have you know I make a mean bowl of cereal.”

We all burst out laughing.

Mila, ever the observant one, cleared her throat. “Well, as much as I’d love to sit here and tell you all about the virtues of my cereal-making skills, we should probably start cleaning up.”

Archer groaned but dutifully began gathering up the empty plates and cups. “For the record, baby, your cereal skills are unparalleled.”

I stood up to help with the cleanup, my head still slightly fuzzy from the mimosas. As I reached for a stack of dishes, my hand brushed against Kai's which sent a jolt of electricity through my body. Our eyes met, and for a moment, the air between us crackled with unspoken tension.

Mila interjected, “Archer, why don't you help me with the dishes in the kitchen?” Her tone left no room for argument.

Archer, catching on quickly, nodded. “Right, yeah. The dishes. In the kitchen. Let's go.” He grabbed a handful of plates and practically dragged Mila out of the room.

And then it was just Kai and me, standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by the remnants of our breakfast feast.

“So,” I started, my voice sounded unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet. “That was some breakfast.”

Kai chuckled as he took a step closer to me. “It was. Though I have to admit, I was a bit distracted.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Distracted? By what?”

He reached out, his fingers ghosting along my jaw. “By you, little lamb. Always by you.”

I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttered closed. “Kai...”

And then his lips were on mine, soft and insistent. I melted into the kiss, my hands came up to tangle in his hair. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist as he deepened the kiss.

We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. Kai rested his forehead against mine, a small smile playing on his lips. “I've been wanting to do that all morning.”

I grinned, my fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “What took you so long?”

He laughed then pressed a quick kiss to my nose. “Well, I didn't want to scandalize poor Archer and Mila.”

A loud crash sounded from the kitchen as if on cue, followed by Mila's muffled cursing.

I giggled as I buried my face in Kai's chest. “I think they'll survive.”

Kai's arms tightened around me, and I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head. “What do you say we ditch the cleanup, and you let me show you how much I love you between your thighs?”

Desire pooled in my core at his suggestion. “I think I’d like that very much,” I murmured as I tilted my head up to kiss him.

He growled into my kiss, lifted me over his shoulder, and carried me effortlessly up the stairs to his bedroom. His strong arms gripped my thighs, and I giggled breathlessly, feeling giddy with anticipation. He kicked the door shut behind us and tossed me down on his plush bed.

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he slowly peeled off his shirt that revealed his chiseled abs and toned chest. He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me.

“Like what you see, little lamb?” he purred and stalked towards the bed with a predatory grace.

I could only nod, words failed me as he crawled over me and caged me in with his arms. He dipped his head and nuzzled into my neck while he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along my sensitive skin. I shivered and arched into his touch.

“Fuck me, Kai,” I whimpered, already desperate for him.

“Patience,” he chided while he slipped his hands under my dress to skim along my ribs. “I plan to take my time with you.”

He bent down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. His hands continued their exploration, trailing down my sides, over my hips, to the hem of my dress.

With torturous slowness, he inched the fabric up my thighs as his fingers left trails of fire in their wake. I squirmed beneath him, desperate for more contact, more friction.

He sat back on his heels and dragged me with him, so I straddled his lap. In one swift motion, he pulled my dress over my head and tossed it aside. I was left in nothing but my lace panties, and I had never felt so beautiful.

His eyes raked over my body hungrily, and that’s when I saw his pupils blown wide with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as he gripped my hips possessively.

I ground down against him, feeling his hardness strained against his jeans. He hissed through his teeth as his fingers dug into my skin.

“These need to go,” I murmured, tugging at his belt buckle.

I was desperate to feel his skin against mine. He watched me work to unbuckle his belt through hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I managed to undo his jeans and shove them down his hips along with his briefs. His impressive and deliciously pierced length sprang free, and I couldn’t resist wrapping my hand around him, stroking him slowly.

He groaned while his head fell back. “Fuck, just like that, little lamb.”

Emboldened by his reaction, I continued my ministrations, reveling in the velvety softness of his skin and the way he twitched in my grasp. His hands roamed my body and skimmed over my breasts and down my sides to grip my hips. With a sudden move, he flipped us over and pinned me beneath him on the mattress.

I pumped him a few more times before I shifted down the bed and settled between his legs. I glanced up at him through my lashes as I licked a long stripe up his shaft. His eyes rolled back, and he tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me to where he wanted me most.

I swirled my tongue around his tip before I took him deep into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat, and I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard. His grip tightened in my hair, and he let out a string of curses that only spurred me on. I loved the way his piercings glided across my tongue.

"Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good," he panted, watching me with hooded eyes.

I hummed around him, the vibrations made him twitch against my tongue. I could tell he was getting close by the way his thighs tensed and his breathing grew ragged.

Just as I felt Kai nearing his peak, he gently tugged on my hair to pull me off of him. I looked up at him questioningly, my lips swollen and glistening. He quickly flipped us over and settled between my legs.

"As much as I love your mouth on me, I need to taste you," he growled as he hooked his fingers into my panties, dragged them down my legs, and tossed them aside.

His hands skimmed up my thighs to spread them wide. I was already soaked for him, my desire evident in the slickness that coated my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue had me arched off the bed, causing a strangled moan to escape my lips. He licked and sucked my clit at a relentless pace that had me seeing stars.

“So responsive,” he murmured appreciatively. “So eager for me.”

He dipped one finger, then two fingers inside of me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot within me. He smirked up at me before he dipped his head back down to lick a broad stripe up my slit. I cried out, my hands fisted in the sheets as he continued to devour me in earnest.

His tongue swirled around my sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped in and out of me, building a delicious pressure deep within my core. I climbed higher and higher, my body coiled tight, ready to snap at any moment. I bucked shamelessly against his face as I chased my release. His free hand splayed across my stomach to hold me down as he doubled his efforts, sucking hard on my clit.

“Oh god, Kai, I’m so close,” I panted as my head thrashed against the pillows.

He hummed against me, and the vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure through my core. With a final curl of his fingers and a scrape of his teeth, I shattered. My back bowed off the bed as my orgasm crashed over me in waves. He worked me through it, his fingers and tongue slowing as I came down from my high.

He crawled back up my body and pressed soft kisses along my skin until he reached my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue as he kissed me deeply, languidly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come undone for me,” he murmured.

I reached between us, taking his hard length in my hand and lined him up with my entrance. “I need you inside me, Kai. Now.”

“Not yet. I’m not done with you.”

With a wicked grin, he hopped out of the bed and disappeared into his closet. When he returned, he had a black box in his hand.

“What is that?” I asked.

He set the box down on the bed. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Good.”

“What in the world is in that box?”

“When I first saw you dancing at the Pink Monkey, all I could think about was worshiping that perfect body of yours. I dreamed of your taste and how it would feel to be inside you.”

Opening the box slowly, he revealed an array of toys and restraints inside. My eyes widened as I took in the assortment of vibrators, cuffs, and blindfolds.

Kai picked up a pair of soft leather cuffs. “I want to tie you up, little lamb. I want you completely at my mercy as I bring you to the edge again and again.”

I swallowed hard. The thought of being entirely at his mercy, of surrendering control to him, was both thrilling and terrifying.

“Yes,” I finally breathed.

His eyes darkened as he took my wrists, gently securing them with soft leather cuffs. He guided my arms above my head and looped the connecting chain through the slats of his headboard.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly while he checked the give of the restraints. “Not too tight?”

I tested my range of motion, finding that while I was securely bound, the cuffs weren't uncomfortable. "It's perfect."

Satisfied, Kai trailed his fingers down my arms, over the swell of my breasts, delighted by the goosebumps that rose in their wake. He leaned down, captured one nipple between his teeth and tugged gently, drawing a gasp from my lips.

“So responsive,” he murmured appreciatively as he soothed the sting with his tongue.

His hands continued their exploration, skimming over my ribs and my hips, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I squirmed beneath his touch, desperate for more but unable to do anything about it with my hands bound above me.

He reached back into the box and retrieved a sleek pink vibrator—one that looked suspiciously like the one I had that went missing not too long ago. He seemed to notice my curious gaze and gave me an amused smile.

“Recognize this one?”

“It looks like one I have—had. It went missing.”

“I know, because I took it.”

“You took it? When?”

“I may have snuck into your apartment and taken a souvenir,” he smirked.

I gasped when he trailed my vibrator down my body, teasing my nipples and circling my navel. “You stole my vibrator?”

He grinned wickedly. “I couldn’t resist. The thought of you using it, touching yourself…it was too tempting.”

I shivered as he clicked it on, the low buzzing filled the room. He pressed it against my clit, and I cried out. The vibrations were intense, almost too much, and I squirmed against my restraints.

He smirked, clearly he enjoyed my responsiveness. He slowly dragged the vibrator through my slick folds, teasing my entrance before gliding it back up to my clit. My thighs trembled, and I could feel another orgasm rapidly building.

“You’re dripping, little lamb,” he purred while he dipped a finger inside me. “So ready for me already.”

I moaned wantonly, “Fuck, Kai.”

He chuckled. “Not yet, baby. I want to see you fall apart for me first,” he said as he increased the intensity of the vibrations, pressing the toy firmly against my clit.

I thrashed against the restraints when he slid two fingers into my dripping core, pumping them in time with the vibrations. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and dammit if I wasn’t more turned on than I had ever been in my life.

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name,” he commanded.

With a final press of the vibrator and a curl of his fingers, I shattered. My back arched off the bed as far as my restraints would allow, a silent scream on my lips. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, my inner walls clenched around his fingers. He clicked off the vibrator and set it aside, then gently removed his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. The sight made me clench with need all over again.

“You taste divine,” he groaned, his eyes dark with lust. “I could feast on you for hours.”

I whimpered, tugging at my restraints. “Please, Kai. I need you.”

He chuckled as he crawled back up my body and settled between my thighs. I could feel his hardness pressed insistently against my core. “Tell me what you need, little lamb. I want to hear you say it.”

“I need you inside me,” I pleaded as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Please, fuck me.”

Within seconds, he flipped me over on my stomach and lifted my hips in the air.

“As you wish.”

With one hard, swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. I cried out at the sudden fullness, and he stilled for a moment which allowed me to adjust before setting a punishing pace. His thrusts were so deep and powerful that I saw stars dance behind my eyes. The new angle allowed him to go deeper than he had ever been, and I pushed my hips back to meet his every thrust.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he grunted, his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. “So tight and wet for me.”

The obscene sound of our skin slapping against each other and our moans and pants filled the room. The leather cuffs bit into my wrists as I strained against them, desperate to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair, down his back.

He leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back as he continued to pound into me. One hand snaked around to tease my clit, and I keened at the added stimulation.

With each thrust, the headboard slammed against the wall, echoing through the room. I was sure the entire house could hear us at this point. But I was too lost in the sensation of Kai stretching me in the most delicious way to care.

“Kai, I’m so close,” I whimpered, my thighs started to tremble as I teetered on the edge.

He redoubled his efforts, his fingers rubbed tight circles on my clit as he drove into me with reckless abandon. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock.”

With a few more deep thrusts and skillful strokes of his fingers, I fell apart. My climax hit like a freight train as my inner walls clenched around him like a vice.

Kai's release followed close behind, my pulsing walls milking him dry. With a guttural groan, he spilled himself deep inside me. His hips stuttered as he rode out his high.

We collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, sated tangle of limbs. Kai reached up to gently uncuff my wrists, bringing each one to his lips and placing soft kisses on the reddened skin. I sighed contentedly as I snuggled into his chest while he wrapped his arms around me.

“That was...” I trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

“Incredible?” Kai supplied me with a smug grin.

I swatted at his chest playfully. “You're awfully sure of yourself.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbled through his chest. “With the way you were screaming my name, I think it's a fair assessment.”

I felt my cheeks heat at the memory. He wasn't wrong. That had been, hands down, the most intense, most pleasurable experience of my life. And from the self-satisfied look on Kai's face, he knew it.

I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t fight the smile tugging at my lips. “Well, don’t let it go to your head, mister. I’d hate for your ego to get any bigger than it already is.”

Kai laughed as he pulled me closer and nuzzled into my neck. “Oh, I think we both know it’s not just my ego that’s big,” he murmured suggestively while he nipped at my earlobe.

I shivered, desire already starting to pool low in my belly again despite my recent earth-shattering orgasm. This man was insatiable. And apparently, so was I when it came to him.

“You're incorrigible,” I sighed, even as I tilted my head to give him better access to my neck.

“You love it,” he countered while he trailed kisses down my throat.

I hummed in agreement as I threaded my fingers through his hair. “I do. God help me, but I really do.”

Eventually, the real world began to creep back in. The distant sounds of Archer and Mila moving about the house reminded us that we couldn't stay cocooned in our little bubble forever.

With a sigh, I reluctantly untangled myself from Kai's embrace,sat up, and stretched my pleasantly sore muscles. “We should probably make an appearance before they send out a search party.”

Kai propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes raked appreciatively over my naked form. “Let them wonder,” he said with a mischievous grin. “I'm not done with you yet.”