The Darkest Craving
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“Tink...” he said.
“I won’t do anything you don’t like. I promise.”
“Whatever you do, trust me, I’ll like.”
Trembling, he stretched out his arms and did as she’d commanded, and when she next kissed him, he accepted her without reservation, meeting her thrust for gentle thrust, before pressing more firmly, taking more deeply, changing the tone of the kiss. There was passion, yes. There was always passion between them. But he also kissed her with something more heady than reverence, as if she were the most important part of his life. As if he would want and need her always. As if he couldn’t bear the thought of ever being without her.
Josephina took her time tasting and laving every inch of his body, learning how to please him as he offered instructions, telling her what he liked, and she obeyed, worshipping him, watching his face for any sign of uncertainty or distress. He never flinched or paled. He appeared undone. He appeared on edge with the force of his desire.
“I’m about to...Tink, you have to stop. I want to touch you, do things to you,” he croaked. “Want to have you.”
Not just want but needed, she realized. Before, he’d been bound, had lost all sense of control. He might never be able to fully relinquish power to her, and that was okay. She loved the way he mastered her body.
“I’m yours,” she said, “to do with as you please.”
He had a condom on in the next instant, and her waist gripped in the one after that. He lifted her, and filled her, and all she could do was dig her nails into his chest and hang on for the wildest ride of her life.
He was untamed, undisciplined. He was savage. He was also brutally sweet. Because, as much as he took, he gave back even more, touching her in all the right places, driving her need higher and higher. And when the pleasure hit its peak, she could only throw back her head, the tips of her hair brushing against his groin. He roared, arching his hips, surging that much deeper, propelling her to a whole new level of satisfaction.
Panting, she collapsed on his chest. His arms wrapped around her and held tightly.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he said, kissing her sweat-damp temple.
“Never,” she vowed.
“It’s wrong of me, I know it is, but I need you to stay with me.”
“Wrong of you how?”
He cleared his throat. “I...know a way.”
It took her a moment to realize he’d returned to their earlier conversation. “The starving thing?”
He nodded. “Things might get rocky for a while, and you’d probably be better off without me, but—”
Ah. That’s what he’d meant about asking her to stay being wrong of him. “I’m not going anywhere without you,” she said.
He closed his eyes, as if savoring her words. “No, you’re not going anywhere without me.”
* * *
KANE LEANED AGAINST the door frame and grinned as he watched Tink interact with the other women in the fortress. He’d introduced her to everyone just this morning, and she was already a part of the family.
She’d only asked for three autographs.
Everyone had been so busy hunting details about the Paring Rod, and what could have happened to Cameo and Viola, they’d forgotten to rest or eat. They’d needed a break, a distraction, and Tink was now providing both.
The women loved Tink and fawned over her, and sure, that could be because he’d threatened to murder anyone who hurt her feelings, but he didn’t think so. There was something so welcoming about her. She smiled, and amusement lit her entire face. She spoke, and the wisdom of multiple lifetimes poured from her lips. She included everyone in her conversation, and showed no partiality. They were all special to her.
“Tell us more about life in the Fae palace,” Ashlyn said while rocking her daughter to sleep.
He should leave. He had to talk to his friends about his deal with Taliyah—and they would probably want to wipe the floor with his face for offering up their fortress. It would be best to get that out of the way while Tink was distracted. He turned to walk away.
“Well,” Tink said. “I’m now the most envied woman in the land. I married the famed keeper of Disaster.”
He heard the pride in her voice, and couldn’t help but turn back to her. He saw it in her eyes, too, and his heart soared. His friends could wait.
Anya bounced Urban up and down and patted him on the back, struggling to get him to burp. “I want to hear more about Kane beating up your lecherous half brother. I bet that rocked your panties off! It would have mine, if I ever wore any.”
Haidee, Amun’s wife, shook her head; a mix of blond and pink hair danced over her shoulders. “You have to forgive her. She’s just a little crazy in the head.”
“Uh, try a lot crazy in the head,” Anya retorted, as if she were complimenting herself. In her mind, she probably was. “I should have been committed centuries ago. Oh, wait. I was!”
“Stop talking, Anarchy. Josephina was just about to tell us if Kane’s as much of an animal in bed as I think.” Gwen, Sabin’s wife, waved to Tink, a silent command to continue.
“I’m pretty sure I wasn’t going to talk about that,” Tink said, taken aback.
“Oh, yes, you totally were. And while you’re at it,” said Kaia, Strider’s consort, “I’m going to give you one of my galaxies’ famous makeovers. Strider told me your family treated you like a servant and I firmly believe the best way to get revenge—besides killing the stupid jerks with a blade...or a hammer...or a saw—is to kill the stupid jerks with jealousy.”
Sienna, Paris’s wife, snapped her fingers and a rack of dresses and a vanity piled high with makeup appeared. “Ta da! Let the makeover begin.”
“Neat trick,” Tink said, clapping.
Gilly, William’s teenage charge, leaned toward Tink, her expression earnest. “I hear you spent some time with William. Did you happen to notice the kind of women he...you know?”
“My poor ears,” Anya said. “They do not need to hear about Willy you-knowing.”
“You guys are weird,” Scarlet said. “I should kill you all in your sleep. That way, I’d stop stressing about missing friends—because I wouldn’t have any friends. It would be win/win.” She was the keeper of Nightmares, the wife of Gideon, and there was no one scarier. Most people ran from her at the first opportunity.
But not Tink. Tink patted her on top of the head. “Don’t go near Kane, or I’ll have to hurt you.”
“What about William?” Gilly prompted.
“She can go near him if she wants,” Tink said with a nod.
“No.” Gilly twisted the fabric of her T-shirt. “His women.”
“Can I go to my room now?” Legion, Aeron’s adopted daughter, interrupted. She was pale and withdrawn, and Kane hated the reason why. Like him, she’d spent a little time in hell.
Earlier today, he’d gone to her room to talk with her. She hadn’t responded when he’d knocked, so he’d gone in thinking to leave her a note. He’d found her huddled in the far corner, her knees drawn to her chest as she etched pictures on the wall. Pictures of Galen, once the second in command of the Hunters, now under Sienna’s control.
Galen, who’d once thought to enslave the girl.
“Legion,” he’d said, and she’d stiffened. She had the body of a porn star, and yet, at that moment, she appeared to be nothing more than a child.
With her back to him, she’d said, “I hate that name. I won’t answer to it.”
“What would you like me to call you?” He’d kept his tone gentle.
“Anything but that.”
“All right, then. I’ll call you Honey.”
“Whatever. I want to be left alone.”
His heart broke for her. “I’ll go. I just wanted you to know I’ve been where you are, and I’ve been through what you’ve been through, and if you ever want to talk about it with someone who understands, come find me. It doesn’t make you better, but...it helps.”
Now, in the present, Olivia, Aeron’s wife, wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Stay with us a little longer. Please.”
Legion—Honey—flinched at the contact, but nodded reluctantly.
“Well...” Tink scanned each expectant face, a gleam of awe dawning in those baby blues, as if she couldn’t quite believe they were talking to her—and actually liked her. So wise in so many ways, yet so innocent in so many others. “Let me tackle this one at a time. First, the Fae palace is huge and luxurious and filled with treasures, but the people kind of suck.”
Gwen and Kaia smiled and nodded.
“I think a treasure hunt is in our future,” Kaia said.
“Agreed,” Gwen replied.
“Second,” Tink continued, “I won’t divulge a single detail about what Kane and I do in the bedroom. Except to say that it’s awesome. I’m probably the most satisfied woman in the fortress, if not the world.”
“No way. I am!” Anya said.
“No, me!” Kaia replied.
“Third, a makeover would be nice. Thank you. Fourth, William...yes. He spent time with a beautiful but very cruel blonde. The queen, who is kind of like my stepmother. I’m sorry.”
Gilly nodded, the twinkle fading from her eyes. “A married woman,” she said. “He’s not the man I thought he was.”
Tink reached over and squeezed her hand, a gesture of comfort and understanding. When she realized she wasn’t wearing her gloves, she jerked her arm away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched—no, wait. I can. Kane made sure.”
He grinned—the pride was back.
Hate her! Hate them! Disaster banged against his skull, roaring, growling, threatening.
Beside him, a light bulb shorted out. At his feet, a crack formed in the marble.
Here we go, he thought, fighting a spear of dread. The hunger pains had begun.