Reign of Blood

Chapter Thirteen

Gently, Chronos placed the drunken Queen down on her bed and made sure the bottle was well out of her reach, regretting every decision that had led him to here. He emptied what was left of it out over the balcony in case she made a grab for it when he wasn't looking. She'd drank enough for the night.

He was trying to ignore the guilt.

Sympathy for the witch had never been a part of the plan, and yet here he was, readying to tuck her into the bed.

None of it was ideal.

Another failed attempt to end her miserable life...

But the night wasn't over yet. There was still plenty left for Chronos to get out of her. In this state of mind, she'd never suspect a thing.

Once he'd shut and locked the doors to her balcony, he assessed his situation carefully.

Messing with Annaliese could very well be the death of him, but this was an opportunity he couldn't miss. She wouldn't give him the answers he needed in a sober frame of mind. There were only so many opportunities he could miss before he'd have to question his real intentions.

He could kill her some other time, surely. He told himself he hadn't failed because he had feelings for her, rather that it wasn't sporting to kill a woman from behind, stabbing her in the back whilst she was drunk.

Apparently, for him to happily kill this Queen, she had to be at her full health. Unfortunately, that made Chronos' mountain of problems a whole lot higher.

Fuck me.

Still, this was a situation he could make the most of.

Even as the little witch tears me up inside.

He helped her beneath the covers with gentle, supportive hands, feeling fuller than ever with each touch against her skin. With each electric, buzzing spark. Annaliese was a bitch, but he was starting- especially tonight, going against everything his brain told him- to view her as his bitch. The moment she became his, that was it.

Chronos wouldn't be able to let anyone touch her. No one but him.

But damn it!

He seriously didn't want this.

He couldn't think of anything more damning. Anything more inconvenient.

He didn't want anything from the evil little bitch.

Her hair was like silk in his hands as he moved it out of the way, guiding her head down into the comfort of her pillows.

"I didn't appreciate your torture kiss last time," He said, sinking to the bed beside her, only he opted to lay above the quilts. Truly laying in a bed with Annaliese could very well be the death of him.  They were close, still. Not quite close enough to appease his beast, but close none the less.

"You did an unfair number on me, blood Queen. Not very sporting of you. But I'm eager to rectify it."

That kiss she'd promised him was at the forefront of his mind, only he doubted he'd be getting it out of her tonight. When he did, Chronos wanted her to be aware of it. To feel the same suffering as he did. To be fully aware that her lips were locked with her enemy's. Worse, she'd enjoy the taste of his lips. She'd remember it.

He wanted to be at full health too. He wanted to hear her heart pick up with adrenaline. To scent her desire as she denied her attraction to him.

Because, whether the Blood Queen admitted it or not, she was deathly attracted to him.

But the kiss wouldn't be tonight. He'd keep it in his arsenal, reminding her of it when the situation suited him best. He wouldn't risk the chance of her barfing in his mouth.