The Devil’s Kiss (15 page)

“I did it,” I exclaimed as I actually landed on my feet. It was a much better way to enter the Underworld. I raised my head to see the demon that I had met on a couple of occasions now. She looked all too happy to see me. “Hello again,” I said in an attempt to play nice.

She smiled brightly. “Magnus is waiting for you at his house.” She began walking away. “I suppose I should introduce myself,” she said, glancing back to me. “I am Misa.”

We started up the hill that led to Magnus’ home. “I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I’m not quite sure it is.”

She laughed softly. “I wish you would get over your prejudice of us. We could be friends.”

I snorted. “I really doubt that.”

“Such horrible things you say.” She appeared wounded by my words.

“Yeah, I know. I’m evil, right?”

She chuckled to herself.

Quickly, we made it up to the house as the conversation between us remained light and meaningless. At the door, Misa wiped her shoes on the mat, which made me laugh. Normally, I would have done the same, but now, I wished I’d run through a mud puddle, just to squish dirt into Magnus’ carpet.

When we stepped into the sitting room, I instantly noticed Magnus where he stood, looking out the window. He immediately spun around and smiled gloriously. “Welcome back, Nexi.” I huffed, which made him laugh. “Please do come in.” He smiled waving to a chair. “I wasn’t expecting another visit so soon.”

I eyed him doubtfully. “Weren’t you?”

His eyes all but twinkled with amusement. “I have to say, I was surprised you didn’t ask me anything when you were here before.” He clucked deeply. “Took you some time to put it all together, did it?”

I shrugged away his implication that I’m slow so I didn’t lash out at him, but felt the need to defend myself. “I think my mind was a little preoccupied at the time.”

He walked toward me, took a seat in front of me. “So, you want to know what I know, is that it?”

“That would be nice, but I’m guessing this information isn’t going to come for free.”

His brow arched. “You think so poorly of me.”

“I have had enough dealings with you to know that you are always after something. So, get to it. What do I have to do to get you to spill?”

He laughed softly, and as much as I hated to admit it, it looked and sounded extremely sexy. “Have dinner with me?”

That was unexpected. “Pardon?”

“Have dinner with me. That will start this little game of ours. I will answer one question, then go from there.”

I sighed deeply, considering.

If Kyden knew what I was about to do, he’d throttle me. And with that thought, it became all too obvious why Supes were tentative to bond. If Kyden knew my emotions, he would sense everything I felt around Magnus, or any other male, for that matter. He would sense that I was hesitant to do this not only because he was the Lord of the Underworld, but for some sick reason I felt a little attraction to him. His dark charms were hard to miss. “So, I have dinner with you, and then you will tell me about this?”

“That’s right.”

This was in every way wrong. Was I betraying Kyden by doing this? If he had dinner with someone else, I’d flip my lid, but what choice did I have? We needed to get to the bottom of this. I finally succumbed. “Fine, dinner, that’s it.”

Magnus laughed, then suddenly, we were no longer in the sitting room.

“Bah,” I screamed as I sat at an intimate table with a candle in the center, looking out to an amazing view of waterfalls.

We sat on a flat portion of rocky ground. The waterfalls were in a huge oval formation with steep cliffs, and lush greenery. Then, I noticed my clothing. Suddenly, I was in a spectacular red dress. Silky, sequins, sexy—a perfect outfit for anywhere but here. “Where are we?” I demanded.

Magnus took the bottle of wine that sat atop the table and poured it into large wine glasses. “Iguazu Falls in Brazil.” Then, he pointed to the u-shaped part of the falls. “That is the Devil’s Throat.”

I snorted. “I see the significance.”

Suddenly, soft music spilled around us. I glanced behind me to see a demon playing a harp. “You really went all out.”

“What can I say, you bring the romantic out in me,” he purred.

Great, just what I wanted to do.

Abruptly, food appeared in front of me, and it smelled amazing. It was a thick cut steak with a creamy wine sauce on top and steamed vegetables on the side.

Magnus nodded toward the food. “Enjoy.”

I grabbed my knife and fork and cut into the thick steak. If I had to be here better get something out of it—besides I was starving. When the steak hit my mouth, it exploded with flavor. It was cooked medium-well, exactly how I liked it. Not bloody, nor overcooked. Instantly, I closed my eyes, my taste buds fully aroused.

“Is it to your liking?” Magnus asked, amused.

I opened my eyes, licked my lips. “It’s good.”

He slowly smiled, and in reaction, butterflies fluttered through my stomach. I froze, confused. I didn’t remember having this reaction to him before. Sure, I thought he was sexy. His masculine features couldn’t be ignored, but tonight there was something more to him that had me shaking in my boots. I was desperate to ignore it.

He picked up his glass of wine, took a sip, then said, “You can ask your question.”

It was important I was very smart here. He made it clear that every question I asked, I’d have to do something for him. I needed to ask a very limited amount of questions. “I need you to tell me the whereabouts of the witches behind this.”

He took a bite of his steak, swallowed, then replied, “I can do that.”

“Yeah, I know you can do it, but will you?”

He grinned sexily, and it actually captured my breath. Why was I reacting like this to him? I gave my head a little shake, forcing myself to release these reactions to him.

“That is two questions,” he retorted.

I took a sip of my wine, hoping the booze would stop my body from acting so silly. “What else do you want then?”

“A kiss,” he purred.

“Next,” I spat.

He laughed and gave me a curious look. “You know, most women want to kiss my delectable lips.”

“Yeah, well, I am not one of them.”

“Yes.” He looked annoyed. “I am discovering this.”

“Okay, let’s move on then.”

“No,” he growled, and a waft of his power came out. “I am enjoying this line of conversation.”

When my breath returned from the little force of power he sent my way, I replied, “I’m sure you enjoy seeing me squirm.”

“I enjoy watching you that is undeniable.”

Now this was just becoming tiresome, I slammed my glass down on the table. “Magnus, what are you after?”

“You know the answer to that question,” he drawled.

“You want me, right?”

He nodded slowly. “I do.”

“For what exactly? What is all this? Why do you keep trying to seduce me? Isn’t it a bit of a ball-breaker that I keep denying you?”

The side of his lip curved ever so slightly. “It is amusing.”

“It is pointless,” I shot back. “I have zero interest in you.”

“Nonetheless, still amusing, but also inevitable.”

“What is?”

“This…” Before I knew what was happening, he had me in his arms, pressing his lips against mine.

My magic flared up to stop him, but suddenly, a wave of pleasure swept through me. I could think of nothing else but his lips on mine.

At first, his kiss was soft, tentative, until he reached his hand around the back of my head and pulled me in closer. He opened his mouth, lightly teased my tongue with his.

By the time my mind cleared, I was cradled against his body, moaning against his touch. With each glide of his tongue, I gave more of myself to him. The worst thing—and it was more wrong than I could even grasp—I didn’t want to stop. I liked kissing him and it made me want more of him. It was as if I was meant to be here, cradled in his arms.

He groaned deeply, pushed his hard erection against my stomach. I met it with a little roll of my hips against him. In reaction, he slowly caressed my face. I reached up to run my hands along his strong back. His body was sculpted, each muscle flexed beneath my touch.

When he drew away, I gasped unhappily, and he chuckled deeply. He leaned back down and lightly kissed my lips. I opened my eyes and stared at him. Suddenly it all made sense. Why he’d been so intent on me and so patient.

I was his. I knew it in every part of me. My soul belonged to him, and the second I left his presence, I would only yearn to return.

“Now you know.” Magnus brushed his fingers along my lips.

Tears filled my eyes. “Oh god…no.”

“We are destined to be together.” Magnus said in a soft whisper. “You are my Lady.”

I stepped away from him, pushed against his shoulders to put distance between us “No,” I shouted. “You were using some trickery on me. What did you do?” The instant I no longer felt his touch, my body was gripped with sadness, wanting to return to his arms.

I couldn’t give in. I stood strong—far away from him as I trembled.

Magnus took his seat, trailed his finger along the rim of the glass. Hating myself, I followed the movement with my eyes. My body warmed at the sight of it, wanting that finger to run along my body. “I did nothing. I allowed our bond to show itself, and when I did, you accepted it.”

“It didn’t show itself last time you tried to kiss me. Explain that?” He was using something on me. This couldn’t be real.

“I did not open the connection to you then. I was giving you time to get to know me first. I figured if I waited until you accepted my world, it would be easier for you to accept me.”

“I will always deny you,” I screamed. “Just because I understand more of your world doesn’t change anything. I don’t want to be with you. I belong with Kyden. I love him.”

Magnus’ expression darkened with annoyance. “You may have strong emotions for the Guardian, but it is nothing compared to what you and I will share.”

“No,” I whispered.

Deep down, I knew he was right. As much as I loved Kyden, nothing compared to a bond between mates. The pull to Magnus was tremendous. The want to stay here with him, be with him forever, and the joy I felt that I finally found him. A thousand conflicting emotions made breathing difficult. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him, but my soul told me otherwise.

“You will only be able to deny it for so long,” Magnus said, his voice soft. “Now, that you have seen the bond it will start to consume you quickly.”

“But I don’t use Black Magic! How could I be a part of your realm? How could I be mated to you when we don’t use the same magic?” I yelled.

His eyes twinkled. “Fate is an interesting creature, isn’t she? It does provide me much amusement that I find myself in this current situation. Why she has chosen my Lady to be a White Magic Witch is humorous indeed.”

“That makes no sense.” I roared, trying to grasp anything that resembled sanity. “I will never accept the darkness.”

“It is not a choice. You will not be able to stop it. You will come to the darkness, and be where you were meant to be all along.”

“If I was meant to belong here, why didn’t you just take me before? Why did you stop it if it is inevitable?”

“I wanted you to come to me willingly. It does not interest me to force you. It arouses me to know that you are choosing me.”

“No,” I screamed. “I want to get out of here. I want to go home. Right now.” I needed to get away. If I didn’t, I was scared I would choose not to leave. The longer I stayed here the more what he was saying made sense, and I couldn’t let it, couldn’t allow this take me. I needed to get back to Kyden. Needed the reminder of what we shared.

“Go then.” Magnus’ gaze focused heavily on me, and my body betrayed me as wetness spread between my thighs responding to his intent look. “I have waited a very long time for you. As I told you before, I am not going to push you. Your view of me is quite inaccurate, and my only wish is to see you happy.”