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Krave’s cock gave a throb as Kildare’s fire suddenly engaged with his Divine Winds. At the same moment, Kildare shot up from the small chair next to a sleeping Josie, looking around. Their gazes met then they both looked at Kaos when his dark lust licked all over them.

“What is this power?” The Bellatore’s Parvor demanded to them.

“What the fuck is happening?” Krave whispered at Kaos’ cock tenting the thin blanket over his waist. “Is he waking up?” Please don’t let it be that demon in her.

Kildare gently shook Josie’s shoulder and she gasped, fighting to open her eyes as she looked at him. “What are you feeling?” he whispered, stroking her face.

She took his hand and Krave’s cock jerked when she moaned and sucked his middle finger.

“She’s feeling it,” Kildare shuddered, pulling his finger from her lips with a pained sound. “Remain outside,” he ordered the servant.

“Krave,” she moaned, the lust and need in her voice commanding his divine winds. He hurried to her side, kneeling. She took his hand and brought it between her legs. “I need you.”

“Fuck,” he gasped, stroking her pussy and sliding his finger inside her while eyeing Kildare and shaking his head. “Reuban,” he whispered.

“Take care of her,” Kildare said, hurrying to the door. His fire trailed behind him then the air shook as he shifted then filled the hut with a blast of heat when he shot into the air.

“Oh God, yes,” she moaned, drawing Krave’s attention. Her hand latched behind his neck, and she pulled him in for a hungry kiss, both of them gasping on the waves of potent lust. Holy fuck, what was happening?

****

Kildare locked onto the source his fire came from and soon stood before a hotel room door.

He angled his head, turning all his powers on high, finding two people, both of divine origins.

Everything seemed wrong and yet nothing felt wrong.

He rapped on the door with a knuckle then stepped back at hearing footsteps approaching on the carpet.

The locks disengaged and the door opened to Reuban, eyeing him with a look of surprise then glanced around. “What are you doing here?” he whispered.

“I’m coming to find out what the hell is going on?”

“I’m here with the Bellatore. She was… coming to get more power in the city.”

Kildare eyed the Kollaborator’s disoriented appearance.

“What’s going on?” he quickly asked. “Is The Queen okay?”

Kildare glanced behind him into the room then back at him. “Where’s the Bellatore?”

“She’s in the shower.”

“What are you hiding, Kollaborator? I can sense it.”

He suddenly stepped out and shut the door. “Something… may have happened. Or is happening.”

“Explain quickly,” he ordered, not needing another mystery with everything going on.

“The Bellatore… kissed me,” he said, finally meeting his gaze head on. “And I think it…”

“Holy of holies,” Kildare muttered, unable to believe what he could now clearly see. “You’re a… King. How?”

His eyes widened, only half clueless. “She needed power, and she kissed me to get it. Apparently it… unlocked another mysterious level in our little King clan.”

Kildare considered the cards in the Hand, trying to fit this in.

“She wanted me to set her up on dates with demons to sacrifice her flesh for more power for what’s coming with our Queen.” His head shook with adamance. “I wasn’t about to do that. I was going to just give her the power she needed. My… powers showed me how.”

“With a kiss,” he said, still not sure what exactly happened.

“No, with a hug,” he barely shrilled. “Before I could, she attacked me with a kiss and drained me of everything. I woke up on the floor of the SUV while she’s on her way to do dirty devil work, thanking me for all the power I’d given her.

” He nodded at Kildare’s expression. “You couldn’t have been more shocked than I was.

And as I’m lying there, my seal starts itching and burning and I see it in my mind.

Her sin. And that… it needed to be punished.

That the Kings’ Kollaborator could not be stained by wickedness, and I had to handle it.

It gave me options. To punish or to… teach her.

” He eyed him for many seconds before confessing quietly, “I chose the latter. To cleanse her.”

Kildare crossed his arms at seeing it. “What is this but , I sense?”

He stepped closer to him, his astonishment hinting at divine complications. “She confessed… that she wasn’t sorry for kissing me. That she wanted to, more than she wanted anything.”

The divine dots connected, stunning Kildare. “You just defined a Sinner’s Bond. That means she’s eternally bound to you. And the only thing that can break that bond is death, Kollaborator.”

He stepped back, his gaze sharpening. “You accuse me like I had a choice.”

“If you did, what would you have chosen?”

His indignance melted away, revealing an oddly proud guilt. “I would’ve chosen her, one thousand percent,” he confessed, his brows narrowed on him. “How did you know something happened? Did you feel it?”

“We all felt it. Even Kaos somehow. He had a massive boner while resting in the nether realm. Even our Queen was affected by it. The lust seemed more potent than all the powers and that’s a massive concern since she’s got home-grown-hell, speed-growing inside her.”

“God,” Kollaborator muttered, looking at him. “What does this mean? For our mission? The Hand? Do you think this was part of it?”

“Let’s pray it was. But we need to all be in one location, now. United, not scattered around. What does the Bellatore have to do before we can focus on protecting our Queen?”

The dark clouds on his face cleared. “Nothing. She’s changed her protective directive to Josie.”

“She’s going to help protect our Queen?” he asked, getting quick nods. “Thank God. We need all the help. How are your powers? Anything new?”

“You tell me,” he said, clueless.

Kildare considered with an angled head. “Try to get through my defenses. I’m thinking of a memory.”

Kollaborator’s brows shot up instantly. “You stole your father’s crown when you were three? ” he shrilled, shocking Kildare.

“That’s a lot of power,” he said, relieved. “Find out from the Bellatore if we can all return together. We have six and a half days to prepare before Hell’s Spawn arrives.”

****

Josie’s pulse raced as the baby in her womb jerked around.

She pulled Kaos’s hand to her, holding it to the miracle.

After seeing he’d been aroused during that weird sex storm earlier, she realized he might be able to hear and feel.

She began talking to him and touching him. Humming to him. And to the baby.

“He’s growing by the hour,” she whispered to him, stroking his perfect forehead. “Our son will be strong and good and beautiful like you. And stubborn like me,” she said with a light smile. “I’m not scared,” she thought to tell him.

“And I was thinking of names. I noticed all the Kings have K names and so want to keep it in the family. What do you think of Konstantine? With a K of course. We could call him Kon for short,” she said with a light giggle.

“To mock any and all things in heaven and on earth that would try to touch him.” She leaned closer, pressing kisses along his face.

“I like having you stuck here with me,” she barely murmured.

“Imprisoned to all the thoughts in my head.”

Her heart clenched as it always did when she thought of what he’d done and why.

He was still growing, she’d remembered. Learning.

He’d barely had a day with her. “You gave yourself to protect me and I want you to know I would do the same for you. And our son. But I’m not a fool to think you would not harm our child if you thought it meant to harm me.

But…if you can have this evil you fear living inside you and choose to be good, then so can he?

We can teach him. Together. With our other Kings.

Uncle Krave and Kildare and Uncle Reuban. ”

She twisted a strand of his hair around her finger.

“I have so many questions. He’s growing so quickly.

I wonder how quickly he will grow after he’s born.

Will he be a genius like his father in one hour?

Will he be beautiful like you? I think that’s going to be impossible to accomplish since you’ve used up all the beauty in the world.

” She sucked in a breath. “That was a big kick.” She pressed his hand to her womb. “He’s lusty for life like his father.”

She stroked her fingers over his silky skin, softened in sleep. That’s all it was, a deep sleep. “I know you’re healing,” she whispered, petting his face and snuggling her own against it. “I can’t wait to kiss you again. To feel your lips…all over me.”

A dense ache filled every part of her as she let herself relive what he felt like.

“You are overwhelmingly magnificent, Kaos. And you are my husband. And I love you more than my life. I’m in agony without you,” she gasped, tears falling.

“I’m in agony that you don’t know, you might not know this.

You have to live. If you die, all that is worth anything inside me will die with you.

I won't survive. You are the air my soul breathes, I don’t know why or how this happened, but it has.

And I can’t live without air, can I?” she strained around the sob lodged in her chest.

She angled her head at hearing Krave and that Bellatore’s companion murmuring.

“The Bellatore is a divine being and even she must have proper nourishment,” the dark man mumbled.

“Get everything you think she might need then.”

Her heart fluttered at Krave’s worried voice.

“What will you do once it is born?” the Bellatore’s servant whispered.

“I have no idea anymore. We’re waiting for Reuban to do whatever he was supposed to do for the Bellatore, so we know what’s next.”

“I see that I am permitted to ask how will you know?”

“How do you know you’re permitted to ask, what does that mean?”

“It means before I could see I was not permitted to ask certain things and now I am permitted.”

“What changed?”

“I do not know,” the man muttered. “Something with the Bellatore and this… Kollaborator King.”

“Hopefully something good.”

Josie smiled at Kaos’s ear. “Do I smell romance in the air? For Reuban?” She pressed her lips against his temple, finding it difficult to keep from always touching some part of him. She felt like she was a lifeline to him as much as she was to their baby.

“I forgot to say we don’t have to name him Konstantine.

In fact, I want you to name him. And as soon as Reuban and the Bellatore get back, I’ll learn everything important regarding all of this.

I know these circumstances are… the understatement of rare, and as a doctor, I know I have to prepare however I can, to ensure me and the baby are safe during whatever this procedure will look like.

I don’t even know if it will be a common birth.

You came in a giant shell ,” she recalled in soft awe, then smiled.

“I wonder what color his eyes will be. I wonder if he’ll have our other King’s traits since you’re fused.

Fire and divine wind and... mind blowing lust. Ew.

Let’s call it love for our son. Mind blowing love and pleasure. ”

Her mind switched gears. “I’m still wondering who or what the cards are.

Was all of this supposed to happen? Who is the Ace of Diamonds this time?

And the Queen of Spades? I think maybe I’m the Queen of Spades for some reason.

And that maybe our baby is the Wild Card.

But who is the Jack of Clubs and the King of Hearts?

And what must they do?” She planted kisses along his face with each question.

“I do hope you can hear me. And know how very much I love you and am desperate to have you back. But… take all the time you need. While hurrying back to me.”