The Mad King (The Dark Kings)

by Jovee Winters

  He didn’t just want to touch her. He wanted to taste her. Lowering his head, he kissed the swell of each breast; his hands massaged their prizes before tugging the bra down. She had dark brown nipples, so pointed, so lovely.

  He took one in his mouth, rolled it between his teeth, his tongue swirling over the tip. Her moan bounced around the room, her fingers desperate, yanking at the back of his head, tugging his hair. Sharp nails dug into his scalp, drawing welts, and he growled. Pain, and so much pleasure.

  “I want to touch you, Hatter,” she pleaded.

  All he could do was mumble. She pulled at his still-wet shirt. It stuck, refusing to slide up. In her frustration, she ground her center on his blood-engorged cock.

  “Dammit it all to hell,” he growled, ripping the shirt off, unbuttoning his pants. He needed her hands on him now, needed her to end his agony.

  She pushed his hands away and started shoving his pants down, using her feet to push down farther when her hands could no longer reach. He lifted her up on the tips of his shoes.

  Never had he been this reckless, this wild to slake his lust. His kisses left a moist trail from her breasts to her navel. She bucked and lifted up with a soft ah.

  “Too many bloody clothes,” he snarled and then chuckled when their clothes disappeared. In his rush to have her, he’d forgotten a few simple words could have made the process much easier.

  Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well, that was easy.”

  He kissed her, turning her laugh into a throaty growl. She wrapped her legs around his waist; the movement brought him against the heady wetness between her thighs. He clenched his teeth, trying to hang on, trying to make it special for her, not wanting to rush this, but knowing he was already so close.

  Hatter crawled down her fevered body. For a moment, they stared at each other, the moment transcending more than carnality, more than a meeting of lust.

  Two lost and broken souls meeting, discovering that in each other they’d found the missing half. Fall and spring, yin and yang. He breathed, she breathed. Both afraid to speak, to ruin the perfection of a moment suspended in time.

  But time was fleeting and they both knew it.

  He broke eye contact first. He didn’t want to get lost that way, couldn’t afford to. He licked his lips and froze when his gaze landed on the springy black mass of curls at the juncture of her thighs.

  “Alice.” Her name, a whisper, a prayer—fell from his lips in a trembling voice.

  Unabashed, she spread her legs, exposing her swollen pink pearl. His limbs felt too heavy, the air too thick. It was hard to breathe, to move. All he wanted to do was lie down and pet her, taste her.

  “Hatter, please.”

  It was his undoing. He lowered his head, inhaled, taking the heady aroma deep into his lungs.

  “Please,” she whispered again.

  The moment his mouth touched her clit, she hissed, rocked back on her heels, and squeezed her thighs around his face with a punishing grip.

  He drew his tongue long and slow down her slit. She tasted of tart raspberries. Delicious. Hatter teased, running his tongue back and forth until she gleamed, wet with her dew and his tongue. When he heard her murmuring incoherently, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.

  “Oh my gosh,” she cried. “Yes. Oh my gosh, oh my Hatter, my crazy Hatter.”

  Her words enflamed him, drove him insane. He sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the bit of flesh. Her fingers scratched him everywhere, raising the fine hairs on his body. Using his bristly jaw, he rubbed against her while he continued his onslaught.

  Then she was clenching again, her entire body rocking on his face for several intense seconds before she went limp.

  “Oh.” She laughed and bit her finger. “That was, oh wow...”

  He laid his chin on her belly, still tasting her on his tongue, and watched as her dusky cheeks burned crimson.

  Skin glowing, eyes sparkling, black hair fanned out behind her like blades of shadow... She was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He would always remember her just like this.

  She held her arms out to him. “Come here.”

  He slipped into her arms, warmth flooding his entire body. He still burned for her, but beneath that drive was a confusing ebb and flow he’d never felt before. Ice and fire.

  Wanting to cry, not knowing why. Maybe he was mad, maybe the rumors were true.

  She kissed him, wrapped her legs around him again and slid that hot heat along the thick, painful length of his cock.

  “It’s your turn, my love,” she whispered, kissing the crook of his neck, setting his blood on fire.

  He adjusted his hips and moaned as he finally slid home. Her sheath was like a tight, warm fist as he pumped. Sweat dripped from his brow.

  He started whispering, lost in his head, in the feel of her body pressed to his. He didn’t know what he was saying, but he couldn’t stop the words.

  So good. So damn good.

  He gnashed his teeth, his body tightening and tingling as the pressure built.

  “Love it,” she kept whispering over and over.

  With one last surge, he fell over the cliff. Fractured into a thousand pieces of nothing and sank into the peaceful oblivion of the little death.

  It took a moment to come back, and when he did, he knew he’d never be the same. She’d slipped between the cracks, found the chink in his armor and wiggled her way in. He’d never be able to excise her and he never wanted to.

  He hugged her to him, knowing he’d found his Alice. After all these years, he’d found her.

  “Hatter.” She looked at him, a small frown marring her brows. “You’re crying?”

  How could he tell her? How could he explain that it wasn’t him who’d saved her? She’d saved him? His heart was so full it hurt. He buried his nose in her hair; she smelled like caramel. Gods, he loved that smell.

  This wasn’t supposed to happen.

  “Hatter.” She touched his cheek. “I’m... I’m sorry.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. Ever. It was perfect.”

  “It was perfect, wasn’t it?” He heard her smile.

  Swallowing hard, he looked at her.

  “Hatter.” She patted the bed. “Can I sleep here tonight? In your arms?”

  He should say no. Gods, he was a masochist. He should guard what fragile bits of his heart were left. She would leave him. They always did. He closed his eyes but opened his arms. “Yes.”

  They lay, neither one speaking, hanging on, as if clinging could stop the hands of time.

  Chapter 11

  Alice stretched in the morning light. Her arms high above her head, she woke from the best night’s sleep she’d had, ever.

  “Good morning,” Hatter said in the whiskey-roughened voice that made her shiver and her stomach tingle.

  “Back atcha.”

  He touched her cheek. She’d slept, but a part of her had been aware of his light caresses throughout the night. Her lover. Her Mad Hatter. Her stomach fluttered... Just thinking it was unreal. Who got this lucky? Never her, never geeky little Alice Hu.

  And yet here she was. In his bed. With his big, naked body exposed for her to look her fill. He sat next to her, wearing an expression of wonderment, one knee bent and his cock at half-mast. She licked her lips.

  “I’m hungry.” She bit her lip.

  He frowned, so cute when he did that. He was so clueless. He was looking around; she could almost see the wheels in his head turning as he wondered what she would like.

  She laughed and sat up, then wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled it. He still smelled of rain, but also a rich earthy musk that made her body burn.

  “I’m very hungry,” she murmured, licking the vein at his neck.

  “Oh.” A flash of light manifested above his head, and she knew he finally understood. He wrapped big arms around her and she trembled. “Oh,” he said again, that sexy voice of his dipping to a lower octave. “Well
, I’m starving.”

  Last night he’d given her the best orgasm of her life. It was only fair she return the favor. Alice straddled him, pushed him down, and watched as the cat-ate-the-canary grin stole across his face. He crossed his arms behind his head.

  “I’m at your disposal.”

  She bit her lip. “Mmm... what a tempting offer.” She touched the tip of her finger to the center of his chest, feeling him twitch against her thigh.

  So large and lovely and perfect. She wanted him in her again. But first...

  “Maybe I should kiss you here.” She touched one nipple, and it puckered into a hard bud. The muscles of his stomach strained.

  “That would be nice,” he agreed.

  “Or maybe”—she batted her lashes and continued her fingertip exploration, circling his navel—“I should kiss you here.”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed.

  “Or...” She grabbed him, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Maybe here.”

  His eyes squeezed shut as his head jerked. “Oh gods, Alice. Yes, please, yes.”

  Her mouth watered and she scooted back on her heels, unable to wait another second. She brought him to her mouth and brushed her tongue against his slit. He jerked so hard, he nearly pulled out of her grasp. Then his hand was framing the back of her head, guiding her to take his full length.

  She took him in with a greedy gulp. His hips twitched, and she knew he wanted to shove in, but he was being patient. Gentle.

  She loved him. She knew that now. She always had, there’d never been a question of that. Alice wanted to show him just how much.

  Humming, she took him in to the hilt, loving the feel of his silken skin against her tongue. He started murmuring again, and her heart almost exploded from her chest.

  “I love you, Alice. Oh gods, Alice, only you. It’s only been you. Never again. No more. Just you. You’re mine. Always, always.”

  He was senseless in his ramblings, and she wondered if he even knew what he was saying. She toyed with him, pretending he meant each and every word. Pretending she was that precious to him, that loved and cherished by him.

  His legs stiffened. “I’m coming, my love. You might want to pull away.” His words were thick, slurred with lust.

  She shook her head, wanting everything he had to give. He shot in her mouth with a loud roar, and it was sweet and creamy. She swallowed with a happy little grin and wiped the back of her mouth with her hand.

  He sat up, a look of utter astonishment on his face. “Alice.” He grabbed her, pulled her tight to him. “I... I...”

  She never heard what he meant to say; he kissed her.

  They stayed in bed for hours, eating, playing, making love. Discovering each other and themselves.

  Hours later, sated—for now—they finally ventured from the bed. Hatter was dressed in his outlandish clothes again, and her heart beamed with pride.

  “You know,” she said, “you’re all sorts of perfect.”

  He smiled, and she saw pleasure in his eyes. “I want to show you something. Will you come?”

  She nodded. “I’ll go anywhere with you.” Her hand slipped into his, and they were once again walking through the weird door that led nowhere and everywhere. Suddenly it dawned on her the door took them anywhere. When she’d first gotten here, had she really needed to travel through so many crazy twists and turns? Probably not. She smiled; her crazy, silly Hatter. He’d probably been trying to make her run off, scare her. Alice squeezed his fingers. But she wasn’t the giving-up type, never had been.

  When he pulled her through, she looked around, expecting something grandiose, quirky... What she got was a dusty old workshop full of woodworking tools and machines.

  His smile was radiant. “This is my refuge.”

  He was looking around, and she was looking at him. So different from the moody Hatter she’d first met, now he was bouncing on his feet, gripping her hand like a lifeline while he waited for her to say something.

  There were several unfinished pieces around. Something that looked like shelves sat on a far bench, and closest to her, a large chunk of driftwood with a scene etched into its side. She squinted.

  The scene was a depiction of trees and nature, but within the copse of trees were rounded shapes. She smiled when she finally recognized it.

  “That’s a carnival.” She looked at him. “Like the one on your wall the other night.”

  His knuckled her cheeks, brushed against the corner of her lips. She kissed him, and his laugh was relaxed, easy.

  Gone was the madness, the mayhem of irony, and the gloom of depression. “As a little boy, my mother used to take me to the fair.” His eyes shone. “I loved the rides, but most especially the giant wheel with lights. Round and round it went.” He shook his head. “I could have ridden it all night.”

  She grabbed his hand, turning it over, finally noticing the thick calluses on his palm. She brushed her fingers over it and then brought it to her mouth and kissed each one. Such strong hands, loving hands. A true artist, he’d touched every inch of her with those hands.

  She didn’t want to leave. Ignoring the heat starting to gather behind her eyes, she asked, “Why don’t we?”

  He took her chin, lifting her eyes to his. “Alice?”

  She shook her head and sniffed. “Why don’t we ride all night, Hatter? Eat cotton candy until we’re sick and can’t think anymore?”

  He said nothing for a moment, and she knew he sensed her sadness. It was in the way his mouth thinned, his fingers clenched, but he nodded instead. “Yes. Let’s ride, Alice.”

  They stepped outside the workshop and, as Alice knew there would be, a Ferris wheel sat tall and stately, waiting just for them.

  He led her to a basket, and when they sat, the ride started of its own accord. Lively carnival music filled the woods, and it was so perfect, so wonderful, she wanted to cry.

  Her heart was breaking.

  This wasn’t fair.

  He hugged her, pulling her to his side. The air was sweet with the scents of night.

  “Alice.” His voice shook. “I want you to stay.”

  She bit her lip and turned her face into his side. Wonderland had not accepted her. Of that she was positive. There’d been no music, no land shaking—her stomach churned—it’d rejected her too.

  Then a thought came, and she grabbed the lapel of his multicolored jacket. “Come with me, Hatter. Come back.”

  He blinked, his eyes went hooded and she didn’t want him to say no.

  “Not forever.” She rushed on. “Just long enough for me to get my life in order. Then we can go anywhere. Anywhere you want. We can be together. I’ll stay here permanently if that’s what you want.”

  Already she imagined introducing her crazy boyfriend to her parents, to Tabby, and fought a snicker at the thought. Her conservative parents would flip. Tabby, on the other hand, would probably love him.

  “No.”

  She jerked. “What?” Alice drew a blank on her thoughts. “No?”

  “No.” His jaw clenched, and her stomach dropped like the ride she was on. He couldn’t say no. Hadn’t he just said that he wished she could stay?

  “But it’s perfect.” She should stop talking, stop embarrassing herself further, but she had to make him see.

  His nostrils flared and he looked away. “I wish...” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Gods,” he moaned. “So many things. So many things, Alice. Please”—and she heard the same desperation in his plea as had been hers—“please stay with me. Don’t go back.”

  A lump wedged in her throat. “Hatter, you know I can’t. Not if Wonderland rejects me. Danika told me the ground would rock and the air would sing.” She had no way of knowing if she’d broken it or not, but it didn’t feel like anything monumental had changed. There’d been no songs, no quakes. Which meant another Alice would come.

  It was a bleeding-wound type of thought.

  He shook his head. “It’s over. I don’t care. Let them come, let a million mo
re come. I won’t have them, any of them.” He touched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

  “I just want you, Alice Hu. You. You, perfect china doll in the white clouds with that beautiful widow’s peak”—he touched her hair—“and your dainty feet, and bow-shaped lips that utter poetry and make me feel... alive.”

  Tears started dripping then.

  “I—” She sobbed hard, the tears obscuring his face. “Hatter, what are you doing? You know I can’t. I haven’t been—”

  “Dammit!” he snarled. “Always no. Always, always no.”

  She shook her head. Couldn’t he see she had nothing to do with this? She couldn’t control this—why couldn’t he understand that? Why was he making it so difficult on her? “Hatter, come. With me. Please.” Her words came between stuttered sobs.

  “I can’t.” Two simple words, but they rang with the finality of a death knell.

  He pulled his arm out from behind her, and Alice couldn’t believe it. Not after last night, this morning, all the heated whispers of love and adoration. He felt something. She knew it.

  “We still have time. Please don’t do this yet. Please don’t turn away from me. I have responsibilities, but I love you, Hatter. It’s always been you. Please.”

  He closed his eyes, the ride stopped, and he lifted the gate. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Alice. I will not go and you cannot stay.”

  “Stop telling me what I mean,” she snarled. “I’m so sick of you thinking you know me. Thinking you know at all how I feel.”

  He didn’t react but simply said, “Love opens the gates, Alice.”

  His eyes were distant, and she knew the truth. It was over.

  He stood up and started to walk away, then stopped and came back. She thought maybe he’d changed his mind; her heart leaped and she wiped at the tears running freely down her cheeks. She didn’t know why Wonderland still rejected her, but it wasn’t for lack of love. She burned with it.

  He took her hair, slipped it through his fingers, and shuddered. “I...” He swallowed and dropped his hand.

  Desperate for his touch, unwilling to accept this, she leaned in. It couldn’t be over.