The Darkest Craving Part 51

"I am in control." He planted his palms on the arms of the throne, and leaned into her face. "My place is with you. I choose you. I'll always choose you. But go ahead. Try to force me to leave. I dare you."

She gazed up at him with luminous eyes. "Thank you."

"Like I said. You've got me, all the days of my life."

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX.

KANE STOOD BESIDE Tink's throne, and watched as she resolved disputes between the Opulens and poor alike. She had settled into her new role quite nicely, having taken charge of the palace staff and tasked the high and low court with the reconstruction of the garden. There had been several riots, and one male had even snuck into the palace and tried to a.s.sa.s.sinate the new queen.

Kane and the guard now under his command had quelled the riots, and killed the male. He had not died easily-because Kane hadn't let him.

Word of Tink's feats the day she'd fought her father had spread, gaining her more and more notoriety and support. These people had grown up on the exploits of Lords versus Hunters. They prized cunning, and she'd displayed ample.

Now, only a few weeks into the new regime, the people were beginning to prize Tink.

"Next," the guard manning the line shouted.

Two Opulens stepped to the bottom step of the dais.

Tink s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably in the throne. How beautiful she looked. She wore a new gown of pink silk, with pearls falling over her shoulders, and velvet rose vines hanging from her waist.

The same roses were woven through her dark hair, making her look as if she'd just stepped from a magical forest. Even her makeup added to the illusion. Bold, glittery eye shadow formed catlike points at her temples. Her cheeks were bright with color, and her lips bloodred.

"Tell me your problem," she said to the pair.

The woman on the left raised her chin. "No. I won't do it. It's bad enough I was dragged here, but you're nothing more than a servant. I don't care that you're married to a Lord. There's no reason I should have to abide by your judgments."

It wasn't the first time words like those had been spoken to her, but suddenly Kane was determined that it would be the last. He marched forward, only to stop when Tink held up her hand. She stood, a study of elegance, and glided down the marble steps until she stood in front of the fuming female.

He doubted anyone could see the slight tremor in her limbs, but he could. He knew her-every luscious inch of her-and watched her more intensely than most. She was nervous, but angry. Sad, but determined.

The guards stealthily closed in. They'd been warned. If anything happened to Tink while they were near, they would die. Painfully. No questions would be asked. No excuses would be heard. And yet, Kane struggled to remain in place. He wanted to be down there, by her side, protecting her as instinct demanded. He was her man. But he'd taught her to look after herself, and now she was queen of an entire nation. He couldn't swoop to the rescue without damaging her credibility.

Any other time, that might not have stopped him. He would have killed anyone who questioned her credibility, and that would have been that. But this time, he had to know. Could she survive without him?

Every day, Disaster weakened a little more.

Every day, a single fact became clearer. For Kane, the end was near.

Tink lifted her ungloved hands and cupped the offender's cheeks.

The woman gasped, tried to pull away, but failed. Her skin grew pale. Her mouth floundered open and closed. Then, her knees buckled and she hit the ground, unconscious.

"I'm no servant," Tink called loudly. "I'm queen, and I will be obeyed."

Head held high, she strode from the room. Kane followed after her, the Opulen lucky he didn't stomp on her as he pa.s.sed. He didn't say a word as he sidled up to her, and she didn't, either. They made it into their room, and Kane shut the door.

"I shouldn't have done that," she choked out. "I was angry and I overreacted and I could have seriously hurt her."

"You left her alive, and taught her a valuable lesson in the process. That's more than she deserved." More than he would have done.

"All I taught her was to fear me. And that would be wonderful if I wanted her fear. I don't. That's what my father had." She wrung her hands together and paced in front of the bed. "I should have done to her what I'd done to the others. Sent her away without a verdict. One day she would have come back and she would have been willing to listen to anyone to settle the dispute. Even me."

He shrugged. "Maybe you're right."

She stopped and peered over at him. "Wait. You're not going to defend my actions, no matter how foolish I was?"

Can't grin. "Cut yourself some slack. You're new to this. And you're doing better than I would have done. If I were queen, everyone would have received a death sentence at minute one."

She rolled her eyes. "While you would make a very s.e.xy queen, I know you're just saying that to be nice."

Her definition of "nice" was a bit skewed. Adorable, but skewed. "Sweetheart, when have you ever known me to be nice?"

She thought for a moment, nodded. "That's true. You're the meanest man I know. I'll probably be known as the Mad-but Wonderful-Queen in all the history books, just for staying with you."

Won't laugh. "Well, well. Someone has a smart mouth today," he said, stalking forward. "And that someone is getting a spanking."

She yelped and darted around the bed. "Kane!"

"Silly Fae. You can't get away from me."

"But I can try." She quickened her pace, and the chase was on.

She ran around the dresser, the vanity, through the bathroom, the closet, and anytime he would get his hands on her, she'd manage to wiggle free. Soon they were both laughing, out of breath, but he wasn't one to give up-not when she was the prize.

He caught her, and they tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Her laughter died as he pressed his lips to hers.

"Kane," she breathed, melting against him.

"My Tinker Bell. I'm going to have you."

"Yes. Hurry. I want you."

"No, I'm going to savor you." He took his time undressing her, every moment a new revelation of his feelings for her-because he loved every inch of her. Every curve. Every hollow. Every scar.

He kissed his way down her body, treasuring her breathy sighs, her heated touches, the languorous way she moved, clutching at him, as if touching him was something she'd been born to do.

He would never get enough of her.

And he would never forget her, not even in death.

In a way, they'd grown up together. When they'd met, they'd both been in a very dark place. They'd lacked hope. Their fears had overwhelmed them. Together, they'd climbed out of the depths of h.e.l.l-literally and figuratively. They'd found reasons to laugh. They'd let go of hate and embraced love. The weaknesses they'd had had been blasted by fire and were now strengthened with steel. They hadn't broken. They wouldn't break.

He couldn't even imagine what would have happened to him if he'd never gone back for her. Disaster had tried to stop him, and maybe the Moirai had even tried to stop him, but there was something in him that was greater than both. Love. And love couldn't ever be stopped.

Kane parted her legs and slid inside her-home, this was his home-then set out to slowly drive them both insane. She writhed against him, losing herself to the pleasure, the pa.s.sion, the moment, the inexorable connection.

He was the one to beg for more. He couldn't get enough.

His control began to fray. Always she had that effect on him. His motions came quicker, harder. And when he began to surge so forcefully her head banged into the wall, her lips parted on a scream of pleasure. She arched her back, taking him even deeper, and he found himself following her over the edge, growling and shuddering with the force of his release.

He wasn't sure how much time pa.s.sed before he recovered enough to pick her up and carry her to the bed. He only knew he didn't want to let her go. Touching her was a need, a requirement. And not knowing how much longer he would be with her made the thought of separation so much more difficult.

But he had to go. She needed sleep, and if he stayed, he would take her again.

She snuggled under the covers and gazed up at him sleepily.

"Do you still love me?" he asked.

"Always."

"I love you, too." He kissed her brow. "So much. You're my number one."

"Number one," she said on a contented sigh. "What I've always wanted to be."

By the time he straightened, she was already asleep. He dressed, stepped into the hall. When he stepped forward, intending to return to the throne room, Malcolm appeared just in front of him, stopping him.

Startled, he furrowed his brow. "You want to tell me what's going on and why I keep seeing you?"

"Want? No. Will I?" Malcolm shrugged. "In a moment. First, tell me why you're so unhappy."

"Unhappy? When I've done everything I set out to do, giving Tink a new life, a reason to live?" He tried to scoff. He failed.

"Yes," the Sent One said.

"Why do you care?"

"We will get to that, as well."

He popped his jaw, and admitted, "I don't want to ever leave my wife. I'd return to the way things were, with Disaster, but I also don't want the demon able to hurt her. Basically, I'm d.a.m.ned if I do and d.a.m.ned if I don't."

"And that is the crux of a curse such as yours. But perhaps I can soften the blow."

"What do you mean?" Kane demanded.

You'll never be rid of me, Disaster said, his low, whispery voice wafting through Kane's mind. Determined as he was to survive, the demon had lost his fear of Malcolm.

Kane's hands fisted.

"I will kill Disaster, once and for all," Malcolm said. "I will burn the evil out of you. No demon can withstand the sword of fire. The problem is, this will-"

"Kill me, too," Kane said hollowly. Everything always came back to that. "How does that help me get what I want most? A demon-free future with my wife?"

"It doesn't. But at least your spirit will live on."

"That's exactly what would happen without your sword of fire."

"Yes, but without the fire, the essence of the demon's evil will remain inside you, and when you die, your spirit will go down rather than up."

Meaning, if he died the way he'd intended, his spirit would go to h.e.l.l. For all eternity. Trapped with more demons. Suddenly Kane had to fight to breathe. He hadn't considered such a consequence. "My friend Baden was beheaded while he was possessed. He went to another realm."

"Yes, and that realm is located in a corridor of h.e.l.l. The people there don't know it yet, but they will. Every day the walls thin a little more."

Kane tangled a hand in his hair. Poor Baden.

"If I do this," Malcolm continued, "I could be kicked from the skies. Killing a man is against the rules."

"I'm not exactly a man."

"Close enough. Probably."

"So what do you want in return?" he asked again.

"Your wedding ring."

"My ring?"

The Sent One gave a single, stiff nod. "You heard correctly. And keep in mind, Disaster is about to take a final stand. He's weak, but he won't die calmly. I have a feeling the chaos he caused in New York will seem like child's play."

And Tink would be at the center of it.

"So do we have a deal?" Malcolm asked. "You will give me the ring, and I will kill you and your demon before he has a chance to act out one last time."

If he said no, Tink could lose her kingdom amid the chaos Disaster caused. She could be hurt. Or worse.

Was there really a choice here?

"Give me one more night with my wife. I'll meet you in the garden at dawn. So, yes, we have a deal."

JOSEPHINA LOST COUNT of the number of times Kane made love to her that night, before he fell into an exhausted sleep, but she never grew tired of his advances-because she knew what he was planning to do. Connected to him as she was, she had been waking up inside his head. She didn't even have to try anymore. This time, she'd overheard his conversation with the Sent One.

She'd thought she'd known just how badly her husband wanted Disaster killed. But she hadn't. He was willing to die himself.

Die.

Tears filled her eyes, and her chin trembled. Did he not understand she would be lost without him? That she would be right back where she'd started-praying for death?

I can't let him do it.

But...more than she yearned to have him at her side, she yearned to see him happy. To know he was living the life he'd always dreamed.