The Darkest Night

'My name is… Anya.'

Anya. Pretty. But there'd been a brief hesitation, as if she'd had to think about what to say. Was there a goddess named Anya, or some variation of the name? Ashlyn's mind came up blank. Are you—

'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