The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 272: Not Fit To Rule

Chapter 272: Not Fit To Rule

Kraven couldn’t take his wild gaze away from her. He watched from a far distance, out of sight, a grin plastered on his lips.

Whatever she was saying was lost to his ears; he only drank in the sight of her like he hadn’t had the taste of a unique ale.

Gods! She was beautiful, and his heart swelled with pride as her long braid swayed with every movement, knowing it was his hands that touched those soft strands.

Whenever she placed her palm on the bark table, he would tip his head to get a better look at her asscheeks. ’Mine.’

The sudden urge to nail their eyes shut so that they wouldn’t appreciate this sight like he did was greatly tempting.

The seven gods knew he wanted to. He wanted only his eyes on her and no one else if it meant hiding her away from the world, locking her up in the damn room, and bringing her release every single minute, and his cock buried within her.

The thought of locking her up stirred a feral need within him, and he itched to do it to see what her reaction would be like.

’Maybe I will,’ he thought, silently anticipating the kind of fight she would put up. Gods! He missed that feistiness, and he knew exactly how to get it.

"You should be resting," The Witch’s voice came behind him.

"Incredible, isn’t she?" Kraven replied distractedly, not wanting to spare even a moment looking away.

"Hmm, indeed, she’s like a gentle light bedazzling all eyes."

Kraven heard her step closer and stood beside him.

"She’s not doing this to make herself queen, you know," the Witch began. "She’s doing this for you."

"Eavesdropping on our pillow talk, are you?" Kraven questioned, not pleased by that.

"I wasn’t. I don’t need to do something as unbefitting as that to know what you have in mind."

Kraven forced his gaze away from his view and pinned the Witch with a frown.

The Witch faced him, a wide smirk on her lips. "You’re the true heir, Val Thrond."

"I don’t want the throne, I want blood."

"You can’t have one. Both are appropriate, deserving."

Kraven scoffed, looking away.

"Why?" she questioned. "Why don’t you want your birthright? You’re willing to give it to Isa?"

"I’ll give her anything."

"You’d rather not sit by her side, knowing that is where you belong? Gods! You’re crazy."

"I’m a madman. The last time a madman sat on that throne, everything went sideways. The Five Courts may be involved, but my father was the architect of his demise."

"You’re not your father," the Witch said through clenched teeth. "How long will you let the ghost of his mistakes haunt you? Your fate is completely different from yours. Do not let yourself be buried in his shadow; you must rise above it, and Isadora is that light that will help you do so."

"It doesn’t haunt me," Kraven replied, his elbow resting against the tree bark. "I keep it as a reminder of what my future will be if I make his mistakes. I’m only better than him before I knew my madness. Yes, I’ve gained control, but I still have the urge to bury everything alive except her. And that is not the madness speaking, but me."

The Witch gulped at his words. He was truly deranged, however, she said. "Isadora doesn’t see the madman, she sees something more."

"I’m not fit to rule."

"Then why is she fighting for you? She’s standing there for you, do you even think such a thought has crossed her mind? I can assure you she hasn’t. All I see is a twisted monster of a Fae, but she sees a king."

Kraven’s jaw tightened, eyes moving back to Isadora.

"I know," he whispered. ’She’s too good for me,’ he thought, but that only made him want her more. He doesn’t think she deserves better. She was his.

"This realm doesn’t just need her, they need both of you, and for that to work, you’ve to step up." She walked away.

Kraven lingered, keeping his eyes fixated on Isadora.

~♧~

The meeting was over, and everyone went their separate ways. Rav waited as Isadora remained seated in deep thought.

"Are you alright?" he asked, worried.

Isadora sighed heavily. "What if Nyssa’s right? The Pirates serve their Lord, will they even fight for us?"

Rav blinked. "You don’t have to listen to what Nyssa’s said, you know she’s only trying to drag you down."

"I know," Isadora looked over to him. "But you know she’s right."

Rav stiffened at her words, his heart flipped at the thought of her needing someone to talk to, and she chose him.

He was about to say something to motivate her, but Kraven was suddenly behind her, hands resting on the seat as he leaned down and brushed his lips on her neck.

"What are you up to, darling?"

"Kraven, I thought you were resting," Rav said.

"I’ve had enough rest, but my mate insisted I needed more." He leaned away, pinning Rav with an amused look. "What were you two talking about?"

Isadora couldn’t help it now, she rolled her eyes. She knew Kraven had been watching the entire meeting; she could feel it through the bond.

His question was just a way to make Rav uncomfortable.

Stretching her hand, she grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him down, their faces inches apart.

"You should be in bed."

He grinned. "You should be there with me."

Rav now felt like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The two were so engrossed with each other that they had no idea when he left.

"How much did you hear?" Isadora asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You’ve been present the entire time, did you not understand a thing?"

He chuckled. "I was too busy thinking about how I wanted to fuck you on this table while they watch."

Isadora tried her hardest to ignore how hot her body got from his words and chose to grimace instead.

"Without an audience?" He raised a brow as if trying to convince her to indulge in his fantasies.

Frustrated, she released him and stood to her feet to leave, but he grabbed her hand and forced her to him. Her back pressed against his solid chest.

"We need allies."

"Allies," he said, taking a deep whiff of her neck.

"Kraven, concentrate."

"I am."

"Ugh!" She pulled away and faced him. "Are you trying to avoid this?"

"No," he replied in a firm tone. "Can’t blame me for becoming more obsessed as I watch you rule my council." He licked his lips, stepping close, but to maintain a decent space, Isadora backed away until her movement stopped when she met the tree behind her.

"I want to fall on my knees now and worship you." His hand slid through her thigh before gripping tightly close to her core.

Isadora tensed, knowing the leather would rip if he applied more pressure.

The look in Kraven’s eyes told her he wasn’t thinking of anything else except using that wicked tongue of his.

"Can the pirates be our allies?"

"Hmm, I’m afraid not."

"Why?" she pressed.

"I don’t like pirates."

"Why? Because I was sold to them, and I somehow belong to their pirate lord because of this rune?"

Suddenly, Kraven’s eyes darkened. "You’re right, darling, we need allies, and the pirates are a great option."

A shiver shot through Isadora, She knew this was no longer about allies anymore. He wants to kill them.

"We’ll leave at first light." He turned to leave, but Isadora reacted quickly, grabbing his collar and pulling him down for a mouthwatering kiss. Their mouths moved hungrily and in perfect sync.

However, Isadora pulled away before it could get any more heated. "Kraven, please..." she implored, eyes softening. "This is not about me anymore."

Kraven’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say a word.

"You’re deflecting."

"Am I?"

She placed her hands on his cheeks. "Yes. Talk to me."

Kraven hesitated, but the pleading look in her eyes was too much to ignore.

"I don’t want to be like my father."

"You won’t," she said. "This wasn’t about king material. You’re afraid people won’t accept you because of what you are."

"They never did before, they were more than happy that my bloodline was erased. The Five Court did them a favor."

"No, the Five Court threw this world into chaos when they decided to play god. They are the reason all this happened. Their rule created this forced mate ritual that tainted your bloodline, and when they knew they couldn’t control you, they decided to take the kingdom."

Kraven tried to move away from her touch, but she didn’t let him. She kept him there, her gaze drilling into his with an intensity that felt like the sun.

"You won’t end up like your father," she promised.

"How would you know that?"

"Because this time your mate is beside you, not a forced one, but your destined."