Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) (2 page)

embarrassment.

Then Camara sighs as she grips her head.

“I’ve also sifted through an even more extensive list of guys who potentially loved her without

her knowledge - according to her friends and family. They were very confused as to why I was doing

it, so I told them it was to keep all drama to a minimum, since you’re so wealthy and because

prominent people will be there,” she exasperates.

“You guys are kind of making me feel like a tramp,” I grouse.

“Sorry,” Kry teases with a snicker. “It’s just an unusual sort of circumstance. Most immortals

get married after centuries of roaming free. This is the first time I’ve known of anyone getting

married while still in close contact with mortals.”

Devin kisses me with a patronizing touch. “I liked the way you told your mortal mother I was

paying for the wedding as opposed to your immortal mother.”

“I know,” I sigh. “This whole thing is just weird, and I didn’t want Mom to know Persia and Kahl

are paying for everything. It’s not like I can tell her or Dad who they are.”

“I would really like to be paying for the wedding,” he adds.

“Get in line,” I murmur with sardonic intentions. “Persia and Kahl paid for everything before I

could even object. They claim it’s their right, and they’re even more stubborn than you.”

“Oh really?” he muses with a seductive touch. “I am pretty stubborn, and I still don’t want to go

two nights without you,” he smolders, and his hands tug at my sides as he pulls me astride him.

“And this just got awkward,” Kry grumbles while flashing away.

I laugh a little, and our moment of seduction has now been a little spoiled.

“You have to. I want a man excited at the other end of the aisle. I think two nights away will be

enough to build the suspense and anticipation.”

“And your scent. Don’t forget that will be building as well,” Deacon chimes in.

“It’s just two days. My scent won’t be too strong,” I say dismissively, but Devin completely

ignores the conversation as he goes back to my previous statement.

“There’s the real reason you’re doing this,” he says with narrowed eyes. “I don’t need two nights

alone to be excited to see you. I swear every second with you is intoxicating enough as it is. Don’t

leave me,” he pleads.

Drat!
My stupid big mouth.

“No. I want us to have that moment of built up excitement, and I want to be that bride whose

groom is thoroughly thrilled to see her,” I playfully pout.

“I will be elated to see you regardless of any unnecessary time apart. I love you, and I think it’s

foolish for us to separate for any amount of time when we don’t need to,” he mumbles.

“Please don’t do this. You know I love you, but I really want this opportunity to give our wedding

a little more
oomph
.”

He frowns, but he doesn’t argue the matter any further. I stand to my feet as I walk over to the

kitchen to grab some more coffee.

“You know, I could just skip the bachelorette party, and then I could stay here until tonight,” I

murmur leadingly.

He laughs while joining me.

“Clara has been on my ass to make sure you go, and she’s very annoyingly tenacious. I’d rather

not deal with her wrath. Just go, and I’ll sit on the edge of my seat waiting to see you. I’ll probably

call every hour and sulk the whole time, but you’ll have your big reveal,” he mutters with resentful

reluctance.

“Thank you,” I say victoriously while wrapping my arms around his neck and standing on my

tiptoes.

“I’ve got to go with the others to do some last minute work, even though now I’m wishing I didn’t

have so much to do. I wasn’t prepared for your surprise departure, but we’ll be gone for a month. I

don’t want to have to do anything but devote my full attention to you while we’re gone, so I suppose

it’s a necessary evil.”

I squeal a little excitedly as I bounce up and down in his arms. “I can’t believe we’re going to

Greece for an entire month.”

He smiles a full flashing, wondrous grin that nearly brings my knees to a wobbling buckle.

“Anything for you, baby. I told you I’m going to make sure you enjoy our eternity together. It

starts the moment our wedding is over,” he murmurs softly as his lips graze mine.

“It started the moment I met you,” I seductively counter.

He smirks deviously, and I feel him lifting me from the ground before flashing into the bedroom

with me still firmly attached to his grip.

“I thought you had somewhere to be,” I tease.

“They can wait,” he seduces.

His lips devour mine with an animalistic growl as he places me under him on the bed. His strong,

toned, and divine body hovers over me as he drinks me in.

His provocative lips brush against my neck until returning to their home on mine. I moan as his

body calls to mine, and the sizzling crackle of Aphrodite’s passion sparks between us.

“Contain it,” he cautions with a smirk.

I smile as the smoke slowly fades from the room, and his body rushes its incredible force over

mine as he jerks my shirt over my head. His gripping need is just barely shying from a painful grasp,

and it’s enough to send me into an erotic tremble.

Two more days until I have proof I’m his.

I tug at the short
white dress that hugs me completely. Each part of my body is very accentuated

by the thin, formfitting fabric, and my legs glisten under the glow of the dimmed lights of the

apartment.

I smile as my eyes drift over to the wall of pictures Devin has proudly displayed. In the course of

three weeks he’s very ambitiously filled several albums full of pictures and turned his favorites into

oversized pieces of arts.

The close-up of us laughing is my favorite, and he hung it in the center of the rest to show the

world how happy we always are with each other.

My large, heavy curls swirl perfectly into place when I look into the mirror to offer myself one

last bit of confidence. I hate going out, and I always feel out of place in large crowds, except for when

I’m with Devin. He makes everything better though.

I slip on the high white heels just as the elevator doors slide open, and Kry’s jaw tries its best to

slap the floor when he sees me.

Ther stumbles into the room with his wide eyes glued to me, and he almost flips over the couch.

Hale gives me a devilish grin as he starts to stalk toward me, but Devin pulls at the back of his jacket

to halt his attack.

“Wow,” Kry gushes.

Devin smirks and narrows his eyes as he walks over to me.

“You shouldn’t be allowed out in something that makes you look like that,” he smolders, and his

lips rush mine.

“You’re right. Perhaps I should cancel,” I lead.

He chuckles a little and shakes his head. “Not a chance. Clara is on her way up as we speak, and I

think we should all be ready to cover our ears.”

The doors open again, and Clara’s shrieks almost pierce my eardrums. I look over to see

everyone lowering their hands from their ears after heeding Devin’s warning, and I scowl at him for

laughing at me for not having done so myself.

“Oh. My. Damn. You look so frigging hot,” she exclaims.

Melissa rolls her eyes as she steps off the elevator, and she seems stunned when she glances

around the incredible penthouse.

The perfect view of Manhattan calls to anyone who steps in, and her eyes narrow as she stares at

our overwhelming collage of photos.

“You guys really like pictures, huh?” she snarks.

Jane comes running over to hug me as Devin responds to Melissa’s rude comment.

“I used to hate pictures actually. After I met Adisia, a lot changed,” he says adoringly.

I smirk as I look around at the warm neutrals that cover the walls to offer more of a welcoming

appeal than his once stark white preference. Her eyes hide their roll, and I smile at the apologetic face

of Clara.

I had almost forgotten how insanely envious Melissa is.

“I’ll return her on your wedding day,” Clara chuckles out.

Devin grabs my hand and pulls me into his arms as if he isn’t going to release me. Clara giggles a

little at his overzealous reaction, and his lips cover mine with desirable promise as the divinity of his

touch overwhelms my senses.

My fingers tangle in his hair, and then Clara’s impatient hands start trying to pull me free.

“We need to go. The club will be completely crazy tonight,” she reminds.

“Can’t we just stay in? It is my bachelorette party after all?” I ask hopefully.

“No,” she exasperates. “That’s a slumber party, not a bachelorette party. You have to be wild and

carefree for one last night.”

I laugh a little, and Kry walks over to hand me my packed bag. Devin frowns as he looks at it

while refusing to fully release me.

“Who will be driving?” he asks curiously.

“I rented a limo,” Clara chimes in.

“I could have gotten you a car had I known this was going to lead to a night away,” Devin pouts.

I smile a little, and I hear the impatient huffs of Melissa agitating me further.

“I’ll see you soon,” I promise, and my lips offer a soft, reluctant ado.

“I love you,” he murmurs through our kiss.

“I love you. Have fun at the bachelor party tonight.”

“Oh, we all will,” Deacon growls out like an excited predator, and Camara slaps his arm for his

crude tone.

He shrugs innocently, and then he pouts a little.

“You’re not going to Connecticut with them are you?” he worries, his truly
whipped
self being

revealed, and she accidentally lets a smile escape.

“No. I’m coming back home. When will you boys be wrapping it up?”

“We’re going to party like rock stars, so… dawn I guess,” Ther snickers.

Devin rolls his eyes, and then he kisses me again. He’s griped about the bachelor party he wishes

to skip, but if I have to go, then so does he.

“Bye,” I grumble, and he still refuses to release me.

I smirk a little, and Camara laughs as Clara struggles to pull me free.

“Dude, she’s just going to be gone for a couple of nights. You’ll be reunited in no time,” she

gripes.

“It’s just too long,” Devin pouts.

I smile a little more, and his lips claim mine again despite Clara’s adamant protests.

“Oh good grief. You two are ridiculous,” she scolds.

“You have no idea,” Kry exasperates.

Jane giggles a little as she takes a better look at Kry, and he frowns slightly at the mortal

displaying her attraction. It’s humorously distracting enough to give me an opening to escape from

Devin’s heated grip.

“Be careful,” he murmurs.

“I’ll be with her,” Camara offers encouragingly.

“I’ve seen your bachelorette parties, in case you’ve forgotten,” Devin grumbles.

She laughs incredibly hard, and my eyes arch up questioningly. I’m sure he crashed several of

those parties during his promiscuous days.

“Well, you won’t be seeing ours,” Clara warns.

Devin holds his hands up innocently, and then we escape onto the elevator before he can reclaim

me again.

His pitiful frown is almost enough to make be run back off, but it’s just two days - two long,

torturous, days. Why am I doing this again? I’m not even out of the apartment building, and I’m

already dreading spending five minutes away.

You can do this. There will be some really hot sex if you do this.

The limo is waiting outside, and Clara squeals again as she pulls me inside.

Camara looks about as enthused as I do, but I’m glad she agreed to come. I feel out of place

enough without anyone who understands the world I now exist in.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married,” Clara giggles out.

“And he’s so frigging hot,” Jane screeches. “I mean, they all are really. Devin is definitely the

hottest though,” she murmurs and then turns to Camara. “Sorry. I forgot you’re with the Scottish

guy. He’s pretty damn tasty too though,” she adds with a crude sort of bluntness.

Camara smirks lightly as she licks her lips. “Yes he is,” she smolders, and I’m forced to laugh at

the private joke they have no clue about.

Camara’s wild has prompted her to bite him numerous times while under the influence of her

animals, and Deacon is constantly nagging at her for such. I’ve accused her of doing it intentionally,

but she never confirms nor denies.

I think she enjoys torturing him on occasion, and I don’t blame her for showing the warlord some

sweet conflict.

“Your ring is ridiculous,” Clara sighs as she holds my hand in hers. “Let me try it on.”

I smile as I pull it off, and she gasps loudly when she sees my branded finger.

“Holy crap! When did you get that?” she exclaims.

I smile as I stare down at the ocean embroidering his name around my finger before responding.

“I got it a while back. Devin got one like it with my name on it,” I proudly announce.

“That’s so cool,” Clara gushes as she continues her examination.

“Yeah,
if
they stay together,” Melissa retorts.

A low growl threatens to Melissa as Camara glares at her, but they can ’t hear it, fortunately.