“Uh, discussing sacrifice here. Concentrate. I’m not disobeying direct orders just so you can piss on this sweet little revolt I’ve got going. I asked you a question and I’d like a straight answer.”
Sacrifice. Right. Concentrating was difficult when one’s mind was like mush. One thing she knew with clarity, though, was that life without Maddox would be intolerable. Still, she would give him up to save him.
“That’s better,” Anya said, reading her thoughts again. “But you’re not thinking big enough. C’mon, did you miss the most important lesson of those fairy tales of yours? Now’s your chance to prove that worthless boss taught you something of value after all.”
Value. The single word slammed into her and suddenly Ashlyn knew. Her blood chilled just thinking about it. The best kind of sacrifice is a life for a life.
“There you go. I knew you had the answer. That means yours for his, honey bear. Are you strong enough?”
For him? Anything. Even pain, even death. Saving him was more important than keeping him.
“Alrighty, then.” Anya clapped. “Let’s get this party started. Wake up. He needs you.”
Maddox’s image rose in her mind and she thought perhaps she felt his hand gripping hers, willing strength into her body. Then…something, a presence, a warmth, invaded her body, sweeping through her and mending the rawness of her lungs, the bruised muscles in her ribs and sides.
She pried her eyelids open—and found Maddox peering down at her. He looked tired, but he saw her and grinned, and it was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen.
Could she really give him up?
THREE DAYS LATER, Ashlyn was strong enough to leave the hospital. Maddox carried her back to the fortress without a word—no car for this he-man—and straight to his room. She spied a few of the warriors in the hallways. Some looked grim, others angry, but they all nodded at her, as though they accepted her presence now, even if they didn’t like it.
Once the bedroom door was shut and locked, Maddox set her on her feet, letting her body slide down his. He dropped his arms to his sides, severing contact.
“Have you learned anything new about the women?” she asked, not moving away from him. His heat enveloped her and his nearness tantalized her.
“They’ve been freed. All except for Danika, who is driving Reyes crazy, insulting him at every turn.” He studied her face intently. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she said, and she meant it. She still had a mild cough and a slightly raw sensation in her chest, but she was nearly healed. Which meant it was time. Time to save him.
He needs you, the goddess Anya had said.
Ashlyn wasn’t going to tell Maddox about Anya. He’d ask questions; questions she didn’t want to answer. She knew what she had to do to release him from his curse—knew it, hated it, but was going to do it—and couldn’t let him stop her. Couldn’t let her stop her. The thought of being without him filled her with despair.
I don’t want to say goodbye.
Tears threatened to spring to her eyes, so she forced herself to smile. This was her fairy tale, and she was going to save her prince. Just…Don’t say goodbye. Not yet. She’d enjoy the rest of the day with him, talking to him, touching him as she hadn’t been able to do while in the hospital.
“I want you,” she told him. “I want you so badly.”
“I want you, too.” There was a sudden glint of wickedness in his purple eyes. “I feel like an eternity has passed since I last touched you.”
But they just stared at each other, neither one reaching for the other yet.
“I want you to know…” she bit her lip and peered down at her booted feet. Confession time. “I love you.”
Shock blanketed Maddox’s face and his mouth flailed open and closed.
“It’s too soon,” she said for him, “our lives are too different and I’m responsible for a lot of the crap you’ve had to deal with this past week, but I can’t help it. I still love you.”
Finally, he reached out. His fingers cupped her cheeks and gently forced her to face him. Tenderness overshadowed the shock. “I love you, too. So much. I’m a violent man with violent emotions, but I do not want you ever to fear that I’ll become violent with you. I can’t hurt you. It would be worse than cutting out my own heart.”
Joy fluttered inside her, more than she’d ever thought possible. Tears filled her eyes. She leaned into his chest, needing him more than ever before. He lowered his head, slowly…pure temptation…his gaze never leaving hers. Their lips brushed, a gentle kiss of beauty and of love.
His tongue slid inside her mouth. Over and over, forever and ever, he kissed her, savoring her, enjoying her. She felt his elation, his wonder, both emotions mirrored inside her.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
“I love you,” she said again.
“Love you. Need you.”
Piece by piece, he removed her clothing and piece by piece she removed his, glorying in every new inch of skin revealed. He was so big and hard. So…hers. She gloried in touching him, savoring him and memorizing him. He was banked ferocity and he loved her.
Hearing him say those words had given her a sublime sense of peace. Once, after she was sick the first time, he’d called this her home. It was, she realized. It was the only home she’d ever really known. How unlikely that a man of violence would be the one to give it to her. That he would be the one to drive out the memory of padded rooms, crazed noise, solitude and ultimate betrayal. How…extraordinary.
“I’m going to worship you,” he said. “With my mouth, my hands.” He dropped to his knees.
“No.” Ashlyn gripped his shoulders and tugged him up.
He frowned, confused.
“My turn.” This time, she knelt. She worshipped him. Her mouth enclosed his thick length, so hard and hot, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. She’d never done this before, but she knew the way of it, having heard it described in excoriating detail by numerous women.
His hands gripped her hair, and he moaned. “Ashlyn.”
Performing the act wasn’t something she’d thought she’d like, but Ashlyn found that she loved it. Loved his pleasure in it. Up and down she sucked him, enjoying the way he trembled, circling her tongue over the round head before diving down to the base. She cupped his testicles. Giving Maddox pleasure brought her more satisfaction than anything else she’d ever done, made her wet and aching, a slave to desire.
He thrust, hard, caught himself and tried to slow. She increased her speed, taking all he had to give. Wanting him to thrust, wanting it hard.
“Ashlyn, Ashlyn.” With a roar, he spilled his hot seed into her mouth.
She swallowed every bit of it. When his last shudder subsided, she pushed to shaky feet. His eyelids were at half-mast, his bottom lip swollen as if he’d chewed on it to keep from shouting in pleasure, in agony. His face was cloaked by that skeletal mask, letting her see both man and beast. Both were staring at her with love and tenderness, a need so deep it was infinite.
He would willingly die for her. She knew it; soul-deep, she knew it. I can do no less for him.
“I’m not going to lay you down on the bed,” he said huskily.
“Wh-what?”
“I’m going to take you against the wall, each stroke measured. Deep. No longer two bodies but one.”
She would have melted into a puddle if he hadn’t caught her. He did that to her, felled her with his beautiful words. Her arms wound around his neck, locking them together. Eternity in his arms wouldn’t have been enough.
His lips descended to hers and he fed her a kiss that was slow and sweet, hot and needy. Step by step, he backed her into the wall as he’d promised. Cool stone pressed into her naked back and she gasped.
On and on he continued to kiss her, kneading her breasts, paying tribute to her nipples. Soon she was writhing, panting, moaning. Begging.
“More,” he promised. “I’ll give you more.”
Le
t this last forever. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Lifting her up, he braced her against the stone with his hips, not entering—oh, please enter, no, savor—and anchored her legs around his waist. She squeezed him tightly, but he forced her to release her hold and spread her knees, opening herself up to him. Cool air kissed the most private part of her.
Two of his fingers traced a fiery path down her stomach and played at the fine tuft of hair. Eyes closed, she tried to arch her hips and lead those fingers into her core. She was dripping with need.
She’d wanted him the first (thousand) times they were together, but this…this was true need, being with the man she’d given her heart to. This was more than sex, more than pleasure. This was destiny, a melding of souls.
“Touch me, Maddox.”
“I am, love. I am.”
“Deeper.”
“Like this?” His fingers inched down…down…then stopped at the moist slit.
“More.”
“Like this?” Another inch.
“More. Please.”
He shook his head and with his free hand clasped her chin and angled her to meet his loving gaze. “You don’t have to beg me, Ashlyn. Ever. Your every desire is my pleasure to give.” Those two fingers at last slid home.
Her back arched. He worked in and out, his thumb rubbing her clitoris. Oh God. “Yes!” That was exactly what she’d needed, what she’d die without. “Yes, yes. More.”
A third finger instantly joined the play, increasing the pleasure, intensifying the sensation.
“Yes. Just like that,” she said on a wispy catch of breath.
“So tight and wet.”
“For you.”
“Only me.”
Too much…not enough…Fast, lingering. Fast. She arched, riding his fingers, slipping and sliding against them. Her clitoris was swollen, desperate. “Need…need to come.”
“Need to feel you.” He surged inside her, his fingers there one second, his cock there the next. He filled and stretched her; he completed her.
She gasped and moaned, on fire, burning deliciously. My life was worth living for this alone—for this man, for his touch.
“Love you,” he grunted against her throat.
“Love you, love you, love you,” she sang in harmony with his thrusts.
He nuzzled her throat, as though he could lick her words into his body. He kept his thrusts slow and measured, just like he’d promised. “Never felt anything like this. Never want it to end.”
She felt it, too. A sizzling burn in her blood, electric, awakening every cell. “So good.”
“Forever,” he said.
“Forever.” You’ll have my heart forever.
He surged inside her one last time, hitting so deep she felt him in every part of her body. Hitting her exactly where she needed him, branding her. Her orgasm ripped through her. She screamed his name, clutching him close.
He roared hers, holding her protectively. Heat enveloped them, so much heat. A heat that would never die.
“Mine,” he said, brushing a soft kiss on her lips.
“Yours.” Always.
Maddox carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. He settled beside her, cocooning her. They didn’t speak for a long while, just enjoyed each other. A little longer, she prayed. Give me a little longer.
“I missed you,” he finally said.
“I missed you, too. More than I can say.” She draped her leg over his. “What happened while I was gone?”
He traced a lazy circle on her back, saying, “Aeron has been placed in the dungeon. As I mentioned, Reyes is trying to woo and repel Danika at the same time, and Danika had to be locked in his room to keep her from escaping. Torin was injured, but is on the mend. Sabin and the others, the men you saw here after the bombing, have moved in. At the moment, we’ve reached a truce. Not a comfortable one, but a truce nonetheless.”
Wow. Never a dull moment, it seemed. “I don’t like Danika being locked up.”
“Trust me, beauty, it is for her own good.”
She sighed. “I trust you.”
“What…” He paused. Stiffened. “What did the Hunters do to you, Ashlyn? I have to know.”
“Nothing, I swear,” she assured him. “I have to tell you something.” Please don’t stop loving me. “I brought them here, Maddox. Me. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Really. I didn’t. They tricked me and—”
“I know, beauty. I know.”
Relieved, she relaxed. He truly loved her, to forgive her so easily for something he’d almost killed her over before. She hugged him tight. “Before he died, my boss told me that they plan to find Pandora’s box and suck your demons inside.”
“We were told the same thing.” He suddenly yawned. A peaceful smile lifted the corners of his lips. “I owe the gods a thank-you for bringing you back to me, but I find I’m too tired to approach them right now. I need little rest, but I have gotten none these past few days.”
“Go to sleep. I need you to keep up your strength,” she said huskily.
He chuckled, a sound of absolute joy. “Your wish is my pleasure.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“HE SOOO DOES NOT OWE the gods. He owes me. But I swear this is totally my last favor to you. I put him to sleep. Don’t waste any time.”
Ashlyn froze as Anya’s voice penetrated her mind. No, not yet, her body whined. I need more time with him.
“Choice is yours, chica. I’m signing off.”
And she did. Anya’s hum of energy died, leaving the room deflated.
Shaking, Ashlyn pushed from the bed and sneaked from the room—but not before giving Maddox one last wistful glance. She hated to leave the decadence of his arms, but wouldn’t risk losing this chance.
“This is for the best,” she told herself. “He’s not going to die again. Not when I can save him.”
For fifteen minutes, she roamed the halls of the fortress, knocking on bedroom doors. No one answered. Not even Danika. All the while the halls echoed with the sound of someone shouting profanities. She heard chains rattling. Aeron, she realized and shuddered. He scared her.
Finally, she found one of the immortals. The silver-haired angel who’d taken her from Danika’s room and hidden her in another. Torin. Disease. He was lying on a bed, a red towel wrapped around his neck. His skin was pale, he’d lost a little weight and the lines around his eyes and mouth were taut with pain. But he was breathing.
She didn’t wake him. She did approach the side of the bed to whisper, “I wish I could touch you, hold your hand and thank you for hiding me that day. I was able to reach Maddox and hold him that night.”
His eyelids fluttered open.
Startled, she jumped backward. Their gazes met and she relaxed. There was gentleness in his green eyes, and she liked to think he would have said, “Welcome home,” if he’d been able. “I hope you get better soon, Torin.”
He might have nodded, but it was hard to tell.
Her nerves on edge, she continued her search.
Finally, she located a group of them. Her heart hammered in her chest as she studied them, unnoticed. They were working out, bench-pressing and squatting more weight than five humans combined could have done. The one named Reyes was pounding away at a punching bag. Sweat poured down his bare chest, ribboned with flecks of blood.
He was the one who always wielded the sword. She tried not to hate him for it.
“Ahem,” she said, drawing everyone’s attention.
All of them paused, peered at her. A few narrowed their eyes. She lifted her chin. “I need to talk to you,” she said, aiming the words at Reyes and Lucien.
Reyes went back to his punching bag. “If you’re going to try to talk us out of killing Maddox tonight, save your breath.”
“I’ll listen to you, sweet,” the tallest of the group said. Paris was his name. Blue eyes, pale skin, brown and black hair. Pure sex, Maddox had said, and she believed him. The words had been delivered as a warning
to stay away.
“Quiet,” Lucien said. “If Maddox heard you, he’d go for your head.”
A blue-haired man faced her. “Want me to kiss them for you?”
Kiss them? She’d only seen him once before. In the foyer, right after the bombing, but he hadn’t struck her as a kisser. He looked as if he wanted to kill them.
Reyes growled, “You shut up, too, Gideon. And don’t cozy up to her. She’s taken. I’ll have to hurt you.”
“I’d hate to see you try,” the now-grinning man said.
She blinked. How odd. His words said one thing, his tone quite another. Well, whatever.
“You’re right,” she told Reyes. “I don’t want you to kill Maddox tonight. I want you to—” oh God, are you really going to say this? “—kill me instead.”
That got everyone’s attention. They stopped what they were doing, weights dropping, the treadmill grinding to a halt, and stared at her, gaping.
“What did you just say?” Reyes gasped out, wiping sweat from his brow.
“Curses are broken through sacrifice. Preferably self- sacrifice. If I sacrifice myself, dying in place of Maddox, his curse will be broken.”
Silence.
Thick, heavy silence. She only wished it were comfortable.
“How can you be sure?” Lucien asked, those odd eyes somber. “What if it doesn’t work? What if Maddox’s death-curse isn’t broken and you’ve died for nothing?”
She gathered her courage, wrapping it around her like a blanket in the winter. “At least I will have tried. But, uh. I kind of have it on the highest authority that this will work.”
“The gods?”
She nodded. Well, Anya had never verified that little tidbit. Ashlyn had just assumed.
Again, silence.
“You would do that?” Disbelief filled Paris’s electric eyes. “For Violence?”
“Yes.” Thinking of the pain she would endure terrified her, but she didn’t hesitate with her answer.
“I stab him,” Reyes reminded her. “That means I would have to stab you. Six times. In the stomach.”
“I know,” she said softly. She gazed down at her bare feet. “I see it in my mind every day, and I relive it every night.”
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