Page 63 of Knight’s Dominion

She swallowed the bite she'd taken and rolled her eyes. "I do eat other stuff as well.”

He dipped his head, clearly pleased with her answer.

“You up to telling me what happened in there tonight?" Chaos asked, looking as if he was unsure whether or not to ask the question.

The food turned sour in her mouth. But if there was some small detail she’d picked up in that house that would help track down whoever was controlling the demons in Roxburgh, she’d go over every horrific detail until she was blue in the face.

She gave him a blow-by-blow of everything that happened after he’d given the signal to go in. "I've never seen anything like it. They kept vanishing, then reappearing. I can't believe the rest of the team walked out alive.” She yawned, there was no stopping it, and he took her plate from her.

“Lie down and get some rest.”

“Christ, you’re bossy.”

He grinned.

“Fine.” She slammed her eyes closed, locking out that gorgeous smile before she gave into her hormones and pounced.

Grace woke with a scream. Images of monsters, of beasts flying through the portal, of demons slaughtering her people, had invaded her mind.

Drenched with sweat and heart racing, she struggled to breathe. They could lose. Hell could win.

Sitting up with a groan, she glanced around the room. Chaos’s room. She was alone. It was dark and silent. A stab of disappointment took her by surprise.

She glanced at the chair he'd been sitting in earlier. It was closer to the bed, like he'd been watching her sleep. To someone on the outside looking in, they’d think it was because he had feelings for her.

He didn’t, not really. It was the bond between them, nothing else. And that was okay. She didn’t need him to care about her. She didn’t want him to. Because dream Grace had come to a realization that awake Grace should have figured out for herself by now—especially after what they’d been through in that house of horrors. The demons sure as hell weren’t playing fair, they’d do anything to win, and after losing another one of her people, one of her friends, she knew she had to be just as ruthless.

She didn’t have a choice in this.

There never had been one.

What she wanted, what Chaos wanted, wasn’t important. Winning this war was the only thing that mattered. She always believed she’d do anything to win, but when faced with the truth of who she was to Chaos, who he was to her, she’d fought against it. Denied it. Hidden it.

It was selfish and cowardly.

She was done fighting fate.

Pain twisted in her belly. Maybe if she’d given in to it sooner, Mark and Tina would still be here.

She knew what she had to do, but she wasn’t going to do it while lying in his bed looking weak and pathetic. It was far too important… She needed to be on an even footing with him. It was the only way.

Pulling back the covers, she gingerly slid her feet out of the bed and stood. Not too bad. At least not as bad as she'd expected to feel right then. She made her way to the bathroom. It was fairly big, all white and black tiles and shiny chrome. She remembered being in the tub with Chaos the last time she was there, his massive body cradling hers, and shivered, her entire body clenching as pleasurable tingles danced across her exposed skin.

There was a stack of fluffy gray towels by the sink and shampoo and body wash in the huge shower.

She turned the water on and climbed in, careful not to get her stitches too wet.

The shower had excellent pressure and felt so good, the heat working to ease her aches and pains. So good.

She clicked open the body wash and sniffed. It smelled like Chaos. She'd gotten up close and personal with him enough times to know how his skin smelled. A low, deep ache started between her thighs.

Her body heated, and her breasts grew tight and achy. How the hell could she be horny at a time like this? Then again, when Chaos was around, she was always in a constant state of arousal.

Something that wouldn’t go away if they didn’t mate, right? Another reason to give in and stop fighting. Being turned on almost constantly was too much of a distraction. At least they could scratch that itch and get on with their lives.

She realized she still held his body wash pressed to her nose. How pathetic could she get?

One sniff and she was ready to start dry humping the first thing she could get between her legs. What the hell was wrong with her?