The Warlock King (The Kings) (23 page)

From the moment their eyes had met on that busy street in New York, he had known they were meant to be together. To
rule
together. He hadn’t known why then, and he surely didn’t now. He had done nothing so grand as to deserve this woman. He was an outcast, an abandoned one, and a loner. Yet here they were.

It astounded him.

At length, the light inside of Chloe shifted, moving from her floating form to a space just behind it. Jason recognized the shifting, wavering space as an opening portal.

The
transportation spell he’d cast moments ago was now taking effect.

Jason act
ed quickly, grabbing hold of Chloe just as the portal reached out and captured both of their forms to transport them away.

Physics bent around them, warping to allow them passage through its immaterial hallways
.

The portal opened up once again
, depositing them in the location Jason had previously chosen.

A fire burst to life in the hearth, reacting to the presence of its master and mistress and illuminating the
bedchamber in a soft, crackling glow as Jason and Chloe materialized upon the bed in the master bedroom of his secret mansion.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chloe knew where she was now just as she’d understood where she was on the astral plane. For the first time in eons, she was fully awake, fully aware. She could feel the satin sheets beneath her fingertips. She could smell the fire in the hearth and the faint scent of men’s soap. She could even hear and feel Jason beside her, his breathing ragged either from fright or awe or both.

He rose above her and she felt his hand on the side of her face.

“Chloe?” he asked softly.

She didn’t answer him.

Ever since her foray into the rooms of his basement and hidden office, Chloe had been struck with a streak of something wayward. Maybe it was Jason’s magic running through her veins. Or, at least that was what she’d told herself.

In truth, it was more
than that. It was who she was on the inside. Now that she’d been completely emptied out of her entire essence and filled to the brim with it once more, she understood that better than ever.

She understood that
darkness was just that:
Dark
. It was nothing more. Nothing evil, nothing wrong. It was nothing iniquitous or taboo or shameful. It was dark like the night was dark to the day. It was that endless space in which the stars shone the brightest.

It was necessary. And it was especially necessary for her.

For thousands of years, she had played hide and seek with the rest of the world. Only it had been
her
hiding – and them seeking. She had been out of control. Not once had she ever had jurisdiction over her own existence.

But now she was as she had once been. She was Chloe Septeran of the 28. She was powerful and potent.

She was in control.

And t
here was something she wanted. There was something she’d wanted even before that first moment in New York. She’d wanted it deep down, far beneath the murky surface of her fears and trepidations.

She wanted the Warlock King.

He’d always fascinated her; he was this beacon of power to her magic-hungry people, like a bright flame to a suicidal moth. And to her, he was the living embodiment of everything she had ever desired but was too afraid to have. He was tall, handsome, capable, strong, and powerful, and now that she’d seen a side of him hidden to the rest of the world, she knew he was so much more.

She wanted it all.

But you have to start somewhere.

With great, unexpected speed, Chloe sat up in the bed, grabbed her king by the
neck, and turned with him, taking him completely by surprise. She used strength she’d never before possessed to slam his broad, muscle-heavy form down onto the mattress beneath her.

Jason’s emerald gaze wi
dened. “Chloe –”

Chloe placed her finger
to his lips and slowly shook her head. The pupils in Jason’s eyes expanded, eating up the green and giving him a hungry look. Chloe smiled.

She glanced down at his hands where he had grabbed hold of the sheets in his surprise at her sudden movement. She sent out a quick,
mischievous thought, using powers she had not possessed in millennia.

At once, his
strong arms were yanked above his head, one stretched to each side. Jason made a sound of protest, flexing against her magic – but he failed to break loose.

“That’s okay, your majesty,” she teased, leaning in to whisper her next words against his lips. “I don’t mind i
f you fight me. I love the way you look when you do.”

And she did. The muscles of his chest and arms bulged against the material of his black dress shirt.
She could stare at him forever.

If she weren’t so impatient.

Right now, she needed to do more than look. Thick black silk ropes appeared at each upper bedpost, wrapping quickly and efficiently around his wrists, binding him tight. Jason yanked at each rope, testing them. They held fast, fueled by the strength of her ancient powers.

When he realized he wasn’t going anywhere, he settled down and
leveled her with his heated gaze. “What do you think you’re doing, Stardust?”

“I’m sure you don’t have to ask, Jason,” she told him as ropes identical to the ones around his wrist
s swiftly appeared and bound his ankles to the last two bed posts. They moved so blindingly fast, he had no time to react before they were wrapped several times around each leg and he was spread-eagled and helpless.

“A
man with your tastes should have no trouble understanding what is happening here.”

Comprehension dawned on Jason’s
handsome features. Something flashed in his gaze; they lit from within momentarily with some unknown emotion. “You went downstairs,” he said softly.

She just smiled.

“While I was unconscious.”

Chloe could see the nervousness in his expression now. There was excitement there
too, to be sure. The desire was plain in his eyes. But there was fear there as well. He was afraid of what she would think of him.

If he only knew.

“Yes, I did,” she told him. “I know all of your deep, dark secrets Warlock King. And you know what I think?”

Jason swallowed hard; she could see his throat working. She wanted to kiss it. She wanted to bite it and suck it and leave a mark on it – while he could do nothing but grit his teeth and groan.

But instead, she waited. Finally, he shook his head.

“I think that you’
re depraved, immoral, and impure,” she told him, affecting a fake look of absolute seriousness. “And you need to be punished.”

With that, she reached up, grabbed the collar of his dress shirt
with both hands, and pulled downward as fast and hard as she could. The sound of material ripping filled the room. The fire in the hearth expanded, shifted into the greens and deep, blood reds, and then settled back down again, crackling madly.

Jason never took his eyes off of her. The thin green rin
gs of his irises glowed as if on fire.

Chloe’s heart hammered madly. She hesitated a moment, almost shocked at what she’d just done.

But it was only a moment. And then her gaze was sliding down the length of his chest, taking in the sheen of his sweat and the way it played against the ridges of his muscles. He was a beautiful prisoner, all trussed up and helpless.

She caught his eyes again – and recognized the other look in them now.
It
was
helplessness. He wasn’t used to that feeling. He’d been helpless once or twice before. He’d trusted others, had no
choice
but to trust others.

And that trust had been abused. Hence, he
tried very hard to make certain that he was never, ever helpless again.

In truth, though,
Chloe would be hard pressed to find a less helpless man. She was betting he was terrified of being out of control. And yet he hadn’t used his magic to free himself.

She knew that he could. She knew he could overpower her if he really wanted to. Maybe he didn’t realize he could – or maybe he hadn’t yet tried.

Either way, it worked in her favor.

His
pants were going next. She slid down the length of his body, pushing herself along the mattress with hands braced on either side of him. As she did, she watched him writhe, fighting against the unbreakable bonds she had trapped him in. It was a gorgeous, mouth-watering sight.

He knew what she was planning; it was the reason for his increased struggles.

Chloe glanced up along his six-packed midriff to lock eyes with him again. It was hard to stay away for long. His teeth were bared, and his look was almost one of warning.

Gently, carefully, Chloe laid her hand across the taut muscles of his abdomen. His struggles instantly stilled, and Jason closed his eyes.
“You’re playing with fire, Stardust.”

Fire
, she thought.
Fierce, incandescent, all consuming
. She closed her eyes and wrapped her fingers around the top button of his slacks. “I hope so,” she breathed.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jason tensed as he felt Chloe’s fingers grip the waistband of his dress pants. He was rock hard underneath; no doubt she could see the bulge. His heart beat a crazy pace against his rib cage. His hands flexed into fists and un-flexed, his muscles pulled taut against her bindings. He was floating in a soup of confused sensations – fear… and pleasure. Longing and desperation.

Behin
d his closed eyes, he saw Chloe with her softly glowing skin, her blood that pulsed with the force of the stars, and a body so warm and soft to the touch, it drove him mad, and he could not suppress the groan that rose deep in his throat. As if to answer, her fingertips brushed the sensitive skin above his hipbones, threatening.

Promising
.

His mind was spinning end over end
. It reeled with the after-images of shooting comets and copied kings and near devastation. The night had filled itself with impossibilities to the bursting point, tearing at the seams and sending him tumbling into near oblivion. And here, now, it taunted and tortured, opening a door he’d thought he’d locked.

He balanced on the threshold, captured and helpless – but not. He was the Warlock King. Magic churned and sped through him, a conflagration in his very veins. He had almost every spell in the world at his disposal. Escape was but a thought away. And yet he could not think it.

Or
would
not.

He’d
half expected her to rip them away with her sudden infusion of inhuman strength as she had his shirt, but his breath caught in his throat when instead, Chloe delicately and slowly undid the top button of his slacks. His eyes flew open. Motes of light swam in his vision. Almost every ounce of him now wanted to break loose, grab her, trap her beneath him on the bed and teach her what happened to little girls who misbehaved.

“Nothing underneath,” Chloe purred. “I knew it.”

The open button only exposed his pelvic region; she still had the zipper to go. And the thought of her actually undoing it was undoing
him
.

He peered down his body to lock eyes with her.
Her cheeks had flushed, her slightly glowing sea foam colored eyes were glassy, and her parted lips were full and red.

She held his gaze for a heart
beat. Another.

Then she straightened above him and began her
own
zipper. It was on the side of her red satin gown. She grasped the top with long, slender fingers and, watching him every moment, she slowly pulled the tab downward.

He yanked at his bindings.

Chloe smiled, clearly pleased to see him fight beneath her.

She was so close… and he couldn’t touch her.

Touch me again
, he thought desperately. He would have given anything he possessed in that moment just to have her lean over and place her hand to his chest. But she denied him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as that zipper languidly came down to expose inch after delicious inch of her perfect, creamy flesh.

With the come-hither curved lips of a well-trained geisha, Chloe curled her fingers under the single spaghetti strap over her right shoulder. She pulled it to the side.

The dress was loosened by the undone zipper, and it slipped down over the perfect swell of her right breast, catching just slightly on her hardened bud for a second before the creamy white mound was exposed to the open air and Jason’s burning gaze.

Oh gods
, he thought.

Chloe was merciless. She didn’t hesitate. Her movements were like a terribly seductive dance. Without a word, t
he other spaghetti strap came next.