brought up with the language. Nix hoped the spell worked.
“ Taqq yullih xale pe xapulx .” Hell cannot deny my demand .
An uneasy cramp settled between his shoulder blades. Mads wouldn’t appreciate this type of interference from her son. It exposed him too much to his father. Could Micah lock on Amos during the spell and tug him to Hell, too? Nix couldn’t take that chance. He opened his mouth to shut everything down when Mads slammed into the room, stumbled, and caught herself on the four-poster bed.
Arm wrapped around the bedpost for support, she kept her face turned toward the floor, but lifted her gaze to peruse the occupants as if acclimating herself to her new surroundings. Her eyes blazed with her Lynx. “Demon Lock me immediately!”
The strain in her voice had him moving toward her.
“Demon Lock confirmed in place.” The dragon crossed his arms over his chest.
Mads flung one arm up and clung to the support with the other. “Stop! No closer, Nix.” She lifted her head and swiped her hair over her shoulder. “I’ve been with him. I’ve got all of the Kings in me.”
What the fuck did that mean?
“I’ll drain you before I can stop myself,” she whispered, trembling visibly.
Nix ignored the warning and snatched her into his arms. A locomotive couldn’t have hindered his embrace, nothing except maybe Hell and her fucking husband. Before he could offer a small trickle of his messian, her demon struck and consumed it faster than a human could take fluids from an I.V. at full release.
She ingested too much for him to process, and he did nothing to stop her. His teeth ached. His eyesight blurred until he hallucinated a golden glow around her. At least he thought it was a figment of his imagination. Even his hearing began to buzz. His limbs grew weak and he shook. He continued to allow her to imbibe.
She warned she’d drain me before I could stop her .
He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes.
She can have it all. Anything for Mads .
Chapter Three
Madison’s world escalated into perfection. No worries existed while her Lynx feasted on the most magnificent golden magic. Purity. But trimmed in an edge of darkness. Chocolate and liquor, sweet and intoxicating, but without the calories.
And she wanted all of it .
There was a reason she shouldn’t ingest every single drop, but she couldn’t remember why. Couldn’t make herself pull back, either.
Suddenly, her consumption ended. She blinked. Zen teleported across the room with a wan Nix at his side. Why’d he look so sickly? Had he been ill? She couldn’t remember. Not a good sign. Struggling to recall what she was missing, she licked her lips and stared at the dragon that stepped in front of her. “Kur?”
“Keep Phoenix away from us. He won’t like what he sees.” The dragon cupped her chin. “You hungry, Madison?”
She said nothing, just stared into his sapphire eyes as she breathed deep, tasting his magic—a unique blend of fertile mountain soil, icecaps, and ashes—through her senses. Madison circled him. Nice build, good ass, hair long enough to tangle her fingers in as she dined on his power.
One moment she was standing. The next, he grabbed her arms and tossed her on the bed. She laughed as he straddled her waist and pinned her wrists to the mattress. “You cannot dominate me, dragon.”
“Take what you want.” That surprised her. No one should ever freely offer himself to a starved Lynx. “Take what you need.”
Madison flipped him on his back and rose over him, smiling as she scored her nails from his wrists to the insides of his elbows. He didn’t react, just lay passive beneath her, his hooded eyes studying her. Blood oozed from the scratches she’d created. She leaned forward and licked the fluid away as she clamped her other hand over his wound and chugged his magic. This mojo—the color of choppy ocean seas—wasn’t as good as the golden power. But she wouldn’t turn it down,