The Devil's Kiss

Chapter Sixteen



An hour later, Kyden held my hand tightly in his own, as Zia and Talon followed in behind. Misa led us past Magnus’ home toward a large stone building that adjoined a forest. The closer we got the more I realized that it was an auditorium or something very similar.

When we stepped through the glass doors, I gasped. “Jesus.” The entire place was full of demons, witches and warlocks—looked more like a Dallas Cowboy game than a challenge—even had the grass turf and all.

Suddenly, I froze.

Kyden glanced at me, arching a brow. “You alright?”

“I…” Something stirred within me, pulled deep. I searched the room quickly. There was something I needed to find, something here that wanted me. Just then, Magnus stepped into the center of the room and my heart leapt with joy.

Mine, it said.

With that, the last of my connection with Kyden simply vanished. He was just a guy I was once with who now held no meaning to me whatsoever. One that I wanted in my past.

“Magnus,” I whispered.

Kyden’s hold on my hand tightened. “Fight it,” he said urgently.

My gaze snapped toward him. “Why are you holding me?”

Why did Kyden prevent me from going to Magnus? It made me hate him because he wanted to keep me away from Magnus. He was nothing to me, a lover at one time, but I felt nothing for him. Why was he doing this?

His entire body slumped, the green in his eyes nearly black with despair. “You belong to me.”

“No. I do not,” I shouted. “Let go.” I pulled frantically at our joined hands. “Let go of me.”

He frowned. “No. I cannot.”

I pulled again, but his hold was so tight. “Let go, right now.”

“No,” he roared.

With all my might, I pushed out, sent him falling back. The second we disconnected, I spun on my heels and ran toward Magnus. Zia let out a loud cry and Kyden yelled my name loudly, but I needed to get to Magnus. Needed to connect with my soul mate, needed it beyond reason.

A second later, I slammed into Magnus with such force it sent us both flying backwards. Without a second to lose, I took his lips passionately. He reached up and grasped my face, met me with pure intensity. Nothing else mattered except that I was here with him now. Finally, the anger that had been burning inside me released. Magnus soothed me. It was him¯all him¯who made me feel good again.

He was right. He would make everything better with his delicious lips against mine, teasing my tongue to make me wild, I couldn’t wait to have more of him. I reached for his pants. He stopped me, chuckling. “I would love to indulge that thought, but now is not the time.”

“Why not?” I demanded, meeting his gaze.

He nodded out toward the crowd.

I followed his gaze, now aware of just how many watchful eyes were getting a free show. “Er…forgot about all of them.” I squirmed off him, jumped to his feet, and helped me to mine.

Now resuming a non-horizontal position with my mind leaving my erotic needs, I glanced through the crowd, my gaze stopped on Zia. She was crying, and Talon was restraining Kyden. Something in me tingled. I couldn’t understand why Zia was crying. What was making her so unhappy? It began to eat at me a little. I was annoyed she wasn’t happy for me. She should be happy for me.

Kyden’s expression just stunned me. This did not look like a face who was about to have a challenge. That gave a thought to rise. “Why is he challenging for me?” I asked Magnus.

For the life of me, I just couldn’t remember the reasons for it. Kyden was nothing to me. There were no feelings there. What could this be about? Why was he so intent on keeping someone who cared nothing for him and wanted to be with someone else? None of it made any sense.

Magnus gave me a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile. “He is after something that does not belong to him is all. Don’t fret, this will not take long and then we can be alone.”

I nodded, fully confident that he would handle Kyden quickly. The Guardian didn’t stand a chance at defeating him, which made me wonder why he would even bother. He was committing suicide. My confusion deepened, I had better things to do than witnessing this stupid fight. “Make it fast,” I told him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Magnus’ eyes flared with heat as he read my lustful intentions. “There is something we must do first and I want the Guardian to see this.” He pulled me into the center of the auditorium, then turned to the crowd, his voice rang out with authority. “Welcome all.”

When he wrapped his arm around me, I sank in beside him. It felt so right to be encased in his warmth. So good in fact, I could only wonder how I ever lived without him.

Magnus continued, “Before we see to this challenge, it is in my right to claim what is mine, and I will do so.”

The room applauded and I laughed. Most looked as thrilled as I was. This was perfect in every way. Finally, my life was going to settle into something great and I owed that to Magnus. I wouldn’t see death anymore—no more pain—just happiness.

“Azar come to us. Seal our bond.”

A Warlock stepped forward. He was old and powerful, and looked oddly familiar, but I just couldn’t place him. He had long white hair that swept across his body in the most masculine way. His face was scruffy, his gray eyes deep.

He stopped in front of me and took my hand in his. “It is a pleasure, Lady Nexi.” Then, held up a long black dress that was cut low in the front and the back.

Magnus stepped in front of me, unclipped my bra, then let my kilt fall to the floor. His gaze roamed over my bare breasts and smiled sensually. Normally, I’d feel embarrassed standing naked in a room of strangers, but with Magnus’ smoldering eyes at me, I could hardly care.

Desire burned through me.

He ran his hands down my arms, lifted them above my head, and slowly draped the dress down my body. When it settled into place, it fit perfectly—everything was perfect.

“Now you look just as you should to rule the Underworld.” Magnus smiled, and lightly kissed my lips. Then, he backed away and turned to Azar, giving him a nod to begin.

“Lord Magnus you have been given a wonderful gift in our Lady Nexi. Is it your wish to take her as your Lady?” he asked Magnus.

Magnus smiled gloriously. “It is my wish.”

I gave him a little kiss for that.

Azar looked to me, happiness nearly glowed on his features. “Is it your wish Lady Nexi to accept Lord Magnus as your Lord?”

“Nexi,” Kyden roared a desperate plea.

My gaze hit his, Talon had him on the ground now, forcing him still¯by the look of the strain on Talon’s face, it wasn’t an easy task. Only adding to my confusion of what this was all about. Why was he so angered?

A finger came under my chin before I could finish my thought. I allowed my head to turn, Magnus gave a soft smile. “It is time to hear your answer,” he said.

Focused back on him, I returned the smiled. “Yes, it’s my wish to bond with you.” Tears glistened my eyes. How could I be so lucky? Magnus was everything I ever dreamed of. Tall, dark and handsome—perfectly mine.

“Before you followers, and as my right within the Underworld, I hereby declare that Lord Magnus and Lady Nexi have now recognized their wish to seal their bond before us.” Then, he nodded toward Magnus. “Take her my Lord, seal your bond.”

Magnus wistfully pulled me into his arms and kissed me deep enough that left me weak in the knees.

In an instant, my soul screamed out in happiness as our bond settled into place. A joining, which had me feeling him deeper, experiencing what he had, tying our magical abilities together. I felt stronger than ever. I never needed nothing, or anyone else besides him. He was all I ever wanted, and I would make it my job to see that he was always happy, cared for, and safe.

When he drew away, he wiped the tears off my face with his fingers. “I knew my plan would lead us to this.”

“I’m sorry I have been so difficult,” I whispered, shamefully. And I meant it. I was wrong to reject him, and shame sunk deep that he had to go to such measures to get my help when he needed it. That would never happen again. More than that, too, I refused his interest in me. Which at the present, I couldn’t quite remember the reasons for denying him for so long. The only thing I knew was that I had. Nothing about that felt good.

“That is long forgotten,” Magnus smiled gloriously, “Nothing will separate us, now.” Then, he kissed my lips softly. Not desire filled, but showing that he wanted nothing more than to share his life, his duty as Lord of the Underworld with me.

“Let us rejoice in our new leader,” Azar shouted, sending the entire crowd to erupt in screams of delight.

Just as the crowd silenced, Azar took my hand in his and with it came a blast of pain between my shoulder blades just at the base of my neck. “What was that?” I screamed out, then reached up to touch the mark of pain. My skin felt raw and sore.

“You have been marked as a ruler of the Underworld.” He handed me two mirrors, which appeared out of thin air. “This is the mark you have been granted.”

I raised the mirrors and moved my hair to the side to reveal a black willow tree that looked more tribal than anything. It was beautiful. The longer I looked at it, I noticed it slowly moved, weaved around itself.

A willow tree.

Here was that damn tree again. What was and the connection between me and this friggin tree? My confusion continued as I met Azar’s gaze. “Why a tree?” My voice was puzzled.

“This is the mark you have been given,” Azar told me simply. “It holds special meaning to you.”

What special meaning?

Azar took the mirrors and when he did, they simply vanished. “It is an exquisite mark for a unique being.”

“What mark do you have?” I asked Magnus.

He turned around, and removed his shirt to reveal a black serpentine that was gloriously dark. I ran my fingers across it, marveled at its beauty. It seemed to move with my touch, followed my movements.

“This is my family’s crest,” Magnus told me quietly. “Now that you have been granted yours, your followers can draw this mark into their ruin to serve as an offering to you.”

“Oh! Does that mean that I have accepted the darkness now?” I asked hopeful.

Azar shook his head, answering for Magnus. “Not at this time. We will save that for another time.”

My heart sank. I wanted to accept it. To be a complete part of Magnus realm.

Magnus looked inquisitively at Azar. “Why wait?”

“Let us make it a beautiful thing,” Azar responded with a grin. “These ceremonies were necessary, but I believe that you and Lady Nexi will get more enjoyment out of the process if you are alone.”

Magnus eyes went molten. “Yes, you are right,” he told him. “It will be quite enjoyable alone.”

“I don’t want to wait,” I told him angrily.

He laughed and kissed my lips before he said, “I want you to be naked, and my body pleasuring you when I give you the magic. It will make for a more intense experience.”

Warmth spread right through me and lingered right between my thighs. “Mmm, sounds good,” I purred, slowly rubbing my hand down his chest until I met the hard bulge in his pants.

Magnus groaned at the contact.

A deep gasp drew my eyes away. I glanced toward it to see Kyden shaking tremendously. Why was he looking so unhappy? “What…” I started.

Something stung within me. Just as quickly, it vanished, leaving only questions to remain.

Why wasn’t Kyden thrilled like everyone else? If he respected me at all, he would be ecstatic that I have finally found my soul mate. He was being selfish, and that thought made me hate every bone in his body. He was just jealous of my happiness. Now, I was only too glad that Magnus was going to make him suffer for it.

Magnus took my chin in hand, drawing my eyes back to him. “That is no concern of yours. Go stand with Misa, let me deal with this.” His face darkened and his body tensed with the awaiting battle.

He gave me a little push and I left him in the center, made my way to stand beside Misa on the sidelines. She gave me a little smile, which I returned. “So, what happens now?” I asked her.

She nodded toward Kyden, who began his approach on Magnus. “They will declare the rules, then the challenge will commence.”

I glanced back to her. “Should I be worried?”

“Worried for whom?”

“Magnus of course,” I said, snippily. “Who else would I be worried for?”

She shrugged, as her gaze turned almost calculating.

Her look stunned me. What had she meant by that? Why hadn’t she answered my question? Then, I heard Magnus speak and my thoughts focused instantly on him.

“Azar, let’s begin,” Magnus growled in a stare down with Kyden.

“The challenge has been issued by the Guardian; therefore, he will get the first attack,” Azar instructed. “From then on, there are no restrictions. Whoever remains standing at the end will be declared the victor.”

“Well, we know who that will be,” I said, certain.

“We will just see,” Misa said under her breath.

My gaze snapped to her harshly. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

She shook her head, dismissed me and focused back on the impending battle. “I never said anything. You’re hearing things.”

Before I had a chance to call her on that lie, Azar shouted, “Let the challenge begin.”

Nerves shot right through me. Magnus would be fine, I didn’t doubt that. But I still felt very unsettled. Why, I wasn’t quite sure.

Kyden drew his sword, and slowly began circling Magnus. “You stole what belonged to me,” he growled.

“I stole nothing,” Magnus growled in return. “She came to me willingly and is now mine.”

Kyden snarled, punched Magnus, then quickly sliced through his stomach.

His blood spattered through the air. I screamed out as Magnus fell to the ground, gasping. He was bleeding. Oh God, he was hurt. Misa held me back as I tried frantically to get to him. As much as that gripped my thoughts, another filtered through. Why hadn’t Kyden taken the chance to kill him? The wound he gave would only injure Magnus, not kill. That made my breath whoosh back into my body. He wanted to die for me.

All the unanswered questions grew to a point where they reached their boiling point. Sometime was wrong here. It wasn’t adding up. Why was I feeling so confused? I glanced to Misa for help, she watched me with curious eyes.

Then my thoughts cleared when Magnus sucked in a deep breath, and stood. “That was your first shot. Now it is time to die.”

The second his words finished, he blasted Kyden with magic, sending him flaying back and screaming out in pain. He was doing nothing to him, not holding him in anyway, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was dead.

Zia was crying loudly. Talon kneeled, looking at the ground, obviously unable to watch his son die. My mind again filled with a mess of confusion. Something about this bothered me. Something urged me to yell for this to stop. Seeing Zia and Talon upset bothered me. It just sat wrong within my gut. I was too confused to act or move.

I glanced at Misa again, nearly begged her to make sense out of my scrabbled mind.

Instead of answering, she gave me a soft smile as she took my hand in hers and led me over to Azar. She placed my hand in his and he gripped it tightly. “Consider this a reminder from a friend.”

Suddenly, a blast of power rocketed through me and sent me a step back. It was like waking and stepping into a cold shower. The haze over my mind cleared, but the confusion stayed. “What the f*ck?” I gasped. What the hell was going on? What was happening here?

Misa smiled, knowingly. “I told you there is more going on here than you know. I can only hope it is enough.”

With that simple reminder, the sense of myself slammed back into me. The draw to Magnus was still there, but Kyden lived strong in my heart.

The reality of this situation returned.

“Kyden,” I screamed, lunging forward, and did the only thing I could. Without a second’s consideration, I drew on Spirit and demanded that it give me everything it could. With a deep breath and a heavy push soul deep, I threw my shield around Kyden.

The instant it connected with Magnus’ magic, it deflected it away and flew a sparkle of power to rip through the auditorium. Loud gasps echoed followed thereafter, and even I had to gasp myself. My shield had proved to protect me, but to protect someone else, that was certainly new. My panic apparently made me stronger.

Kyden’s shouts of pain quieted. Fear wrenched through me, not knowing if it was because he was dead, or that he was just unconscious.

“What is going on here?” Magnus growled.

He glanced around the room, his eyes settled on Azar, who stood, shaking terribly. Obviously, withdrawing the hold over me took an immense amount of magic on his part.

“Azar, you will die for this betrayal,” Magnus roared. Then, he glanced to his demons. “Kill him.” No one moved. Shock and treachery flashed across Magnus’ face before his gaze fell on me.

“I can’t let you do this,” I said softly.

Just because the bond had been broken momentarily didn’t mean I still didn’t feel connected to Magnus. He was my soul mate, we were bonded and he was embedded into every part of me. Killing him would mean killing a part of myself. Was I capable of that?

“You are my Lady.” Magnus’ face darkened. “What are you doing?”

Tears filled my eyes, my words barely able to form. “I don’t know. I just can’t let this happen.”

The battle inside me was intense. Reason and heart told me to save Kyden—but my soul wouldn’t hear it. Questions swam through my mind as I battled within myself. I had never chosen Magnus. Just because fate brought us together, did that determine true love? My heart told me no.

Kyden was the man who loved me for who I was. Magnus would want me to become something different—dark. Kyden gave me everything I needed and no bond was needed to declare it.

It simply was.

In that very moment, I defied the odds.

My heart grew stronger. The fierceness that compelled me began to fade as Magnus’ connection to my soul weakened. His was a bond not based on love but on compatibility. I was the best choice of a mate for him. We could be more powerful together. We would provide everything we needed to each other, but that was not love.

Love is messy, confusing, comes with highs and lows. It wasn’t something convenient.

With my heart winning, I stepped forward. My soul screamed at me to back away, to stop what I was about to do. Every part of me shook in need to just run into Magnus’ arms and forget everyone else. I glanced quickly at Kyden’s lifeless body and the trembling stopped.

I wasn’t Magnus’. I was Kyden’s, always and forever. I knew it in every part of my body, even if my soul declared it otherwise.

Magnus’ grin was cold and evil. “You are meant to be mine. It lies there within you. You feel it. The pull. You need me. If you do this you will kill your soul.”

“My soul is nothing without Kyden,” I stated as I let my magic fill me.

Magnus screamed my name as power began to whip around us. He tried to catch my focus, tried to get me to hear his voice so I would stop, but my only thought was of Kyden.

I centered myself around every ounce of love we shared and drew on it. My soul was only one part of me and my heart at this very moment was stronger—solid.

Low hums filled the auditorium as energy began to flow rapidly. The magic I conjured was nothing I’d ever felt before. It wasn’t elemental. It was all energy and it felt powerful.

The willow on my neck began to tingle in response to the magic forming inside me. I considered drawing Magnus’ Black Magic within me, but instantly knew that I didn’t need it to destroy him.

The bond created with Magnus gave me part of his ability, and it made my magic stronger—gave more energy to my elements. It derived from Black Magic, relieved and fueled mine.

Magnus screamed louder. The betrayal and hurt was strong in his voice. It ripped at me. My soul nearly crippled hearing it. I roared against the desire to stop the magic from consuming me, and deny the need to see him dead. Magnus threw his magic at my shield. It hit in spurts, coming at every angle.

He was strong, which made me feel oddly proud. The one destined to me should be powerful, but the part that sunk deep wasn’t strong enough. I could unleash my power at any time and finish him. It was just getting to that point. Killing him was like separating my soul.

My shield stayed strong around me, repelled his blows, but the deepest fight was going on inside of me. I was ready to end it, one second, and the next I was bringing it back. I just couldn’t decide.

Magnus continued to scream my name and it cut through me. My soul emptied as each passing moment, but as I glanced down at Kyden, the answer was clear.

Kyden had to survive. If that meant Magnus had to die then that was the only choice because my world was no world at all if Kyden didn’t exist in it.

With a final last look at Magnus’ forlorn expression, tears filled my eyes and I screamed, “I’m sorry.”

I shut my eyes as I freed the power, willed it to destroy the one destined to love me.

Power exploded, ripped me apart. Energy flowed like a heartbeat as Magnus’ screams grew ear-shattering. Then, with a loud bang, it stopped, and my soul shattered into a thousand pieces as his life force ended. I fell to the ground, empty, starved of belonging to him.

A second later, Talon was there. “Nexi,” he shouted, shaking me.

The only sound to escape my mouth was a loud sob. He grabbed me in his arms. They were protecting, rejoicing, and adoring just as a father’s would.

The instant Magnus died my soul fell into a pit of darkness, but then it instantly rebounded, and his hold evaporated. The relief that came with it brought me such joy that I could only cry because of it.

That is what my tears were for, I realized. I was free from him. My soul was finally my own again. All I felt was the love I had for Kyden and it was stronger than ever. The anger gripping me was gone, as was the confusion. Once again, I was Nexi Jones, Witch, Guardian…and Kyden’s.

As I lay cradled in Talon’s arms, Zia ran to Kyden and laid a hand against him. After a few moments and a bit of strain from Zia, he immediately jumped to his feet, and glanced around a few times. When his gaze met mine, a soft whisper came from his mouth, “Álainn.” Then, he ran, fast and hard toward me.

I scrambled out of Talon’s arms, needing to touch him. Feel him. A thousand conflicting emotions raged through my heart. Betrayal for the events with Magnus, heartbreak over what almost was, but right now, the strongest was joy.

We still had each other. Everything else would be dealt with and sorted through. We made it through hell and back. Right now I wasn’t going to ruin it with guilty feelings.

When I reached Kyden, he grabbed me, hugged me with all his might. He leaned back a bit looking agape. “You killed him.” He grasped my face in his hands tightly. “You overcame the bond. How did you do that?”

“It wasn’t without help,” I said through tears, glancing at Misa and Azar, who smiled brightly.

My smile in return came easily. This was the first time I looked at Misa and didn’t see a demon. She saved us—saved me—and I could only hope her reasons behind it were good ones. Truth be told, I had reached my limit. I couldn’t take anymore.

Kyden ran his fingers along my cheeks, bringing my gaze back to him. His eyes were soft, victorious, and again, possessive as they always were. “You were wrong you know,” I told him, as the crowd and noises faded away as I lost myself in his eyes.

He arched a brow. “Wrong about what?”

“Love is enough.”

Kyden’s grin was devilish. “This time, I’m glad I was.”

He squeezed his hands tighter along my face, pulled me closer toward him, and met my lips in a passionate kiss that was the essence of love. I sighed at the perfection of it, knowing I was right where I belonged.

Did my connection with Kyden run as deep as the one I had with Magnus? Maybe not, but it was better. It was real.

Kyden didn’t own my soul, he captured it and I gave it to him freely. That would always be enough and more than I could ever want.

He released my mouth, laid a few sweet kisses more, then rested his forehead again mine.

My eyes shut of their own accord just relishing in this. The now. No thinking. No moving,. Just the enjoyment of his breath against my skin and his hands on my face. The love surrounding us.

Then Azar shouted, “All hail our new leader, Lady Nexi,” and our peace was interrupted.

Slowly, I drew away from Kyden, glanced around the auditorium to see that everyone had risen to their feet and were bowing. “All hail, Lady Nexi!” they shouted as if their lives depended on it.

Kyden’s chuckle came quiet, but enough that I heard it.

Confused, I glanced at him.

He gave me a knowing look, and with that amused twinkle in his eye, annoyance flew through me. “They can’t possibly think…?”

He nodded as if I was right on the money, his mouth closed in an obvious attempt to refrain from laughing.

My gaze glanced back out to the crowd, who awaited me to acknowledge them.

“Oh, for Christ sakes!”

The End