Cult of the Hexad (Afterlife saga Book 6) (25 page)

Suddenly he ripped his lips from mine and before I could protest he started walking me backwards.

“What are you doing?”
I asked gripping on to his colossal shoulders even though I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. Without answering me he bent his knees and first sat me on the stone edge of the bath. Then his strong hand was placed gently in between my heaving breasts, finding my pounding heart under his palm. He stayed there, simply feeling it beat beneath his hand for a moment as if finding great pleasure in doing so. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

“Draven?” I said, speaking the name that felt right coming from my lips and his eyes snapped open. He grinned and there was nothing amusing about the sight. In fact, he looked like he was a predator about to pounce and eat me. So when he started to push me backwards until my back was flush against the stone that surrounded the bath, I knew he was about to do just that.

“My turn, Vixen.” He told me flashing those purple eyes before he yanked my legs open, spreading me wide. Then he hooked each one over his shoulders until my heels were firmly against his back. There was nowhere I could move to. Not that I would want to but with his solid frame preventing me closing my legs, I felt trapped in the most perfect of ways.

“Mine.”
He growled before he dove straight in. I cried out on contact as his lips kissed and sucked at my most intimate parts. Perspiration formed as the intensity grew and beaded, dripping down in between my breasts as I arched into him, dripping then from where it pooled at my neck.

My feet ground down into his back and he groaned into my core, causing little vibrations to travel along the sensitive folds. His tongue worked its magic as he devoured every inch of me as if he was a man obsessed with my flavour. He would nip and bite at my tight bundle of nerves and I would cry out in pain only to be quickly soothed by him sucking away the pain, quickly reforming it back into pleasure.

I could feel myself building over and over but he wouldn’t let me grasp on to my orgasm.

“Pleeease…oh God please!” I pleaded, begged and implored for him to let me find it.

“You’re mine to play with
. I will say when you can have it.” He told me, snarling out the first part like a sexual fiend keeping me a slave to him. I started crying out and felt my legs shaking against him as I couldn’t take much more. But more was exactly what he gave me and it almost felt like my punishment for when I punished him with my tongue.

I could feel myself dripping down the crevice of each cheek he held securely in his hands, as if anchoring me to him, locking me there and forcing my body to take more. Every muscle in me was tensed but it was my stomach muscles that were suffering the most as I seemed to keep my abs locked tight and aching for my release. 

It was only when I could hear myself screaming ‘no more’, that I just couldn’t take the way he would pull back when he knew I was so close. This was when he gave it to me…

“AAAAAHHHHH!” I roared my own release into this world and my whole body shuddered as I felt the orgasm rip through every part of me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced and more amazing than I ever imagined it would. It was like lighting up every cell in my body and releasing a drug of euphoria straight into my veins for it to travel all around my body, feeding the same light.

My legs still shook as the feeling continued and my torso slapped on the wet stone as I fought my way through the sensitivity until I could take no more. I tried to squirm away but he wouldn’t let me.

“Mine!” He snarled again, dragging me back to his eager mouth so he could lap up my juices and in this moment it was harder to see the human in him, reminding me of the demon I had seen in my dreams…

Could it be?

Only once he was finished with me did he gently lower my still shuddering body back into the water and I let it cool my overheated skin. He pulled me to him, holding me close and I wrapped my legs around his waist so there was no space between us. I placed my head at his shoulder and tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t help but kiss the heated skin I found so close to my lips, tasting the salty beads of sweat, knowing that he too had worked his body up with the heat we had created together.

“I need you…I can’t wait any longer, I need to take you, I need to make you mine once more.” This was the only indication I got before he gripped my waist and thrust up inside me, impaling me on his solid length.

“Ohhh ahhh!” I cried out as the intensity hit me, one I wasn’t expecting. He too cried out in pleasure as we became one and connected as lovers should. I had expected to feel pain when he penetrated my virginal barrier but was surprised to feel only extreme amounts of bliss that shamefully made me cry out over and over again in satisfaction. 

I gripped onto his shoulders, holding on to what felt like the centre of my world as he took me on this journey of discovery with him. Every time he pulled in and out the dizzying feeling would take hold and I knew this time I wouldn’t last long. The drag against all those freshly discovered nerves was sending me into a frenzy of need and I rocked against him as fast as I could, trying to keep up with his immense stamina.

The feeling that built felt different than before but no less wonderful. It felt as though he was fighting with himself for greater control and I wanted to break it, seeing what would happen. I don’t know what came over me but I saw the pulse in his neck and I was gone. All reasoning left me and something purely primal took over. I lowered my lips to his neck and instead of kissing him there I opened my mouth and bit him.

He roared once, yanked me from his neck and for a split second I felt fear that I had gone too far. However, the feeling seemed to fuse with the pleasure, increasing it to maddening heights and I knew I was lost. He grabbed my hair and displayed my own neck for him and I had little time to do much else as I watched him descend as I had done to him. I felt his fangs break the skin and the pain bloomed quickly into an exhilarating eruption sending me down a path straight to my own personal nirvana.

He quickly followed my release with his own and as my walls pulsated around him, he ejaculated more of his seed deep inside me, roaring out like he had done last time. We continued to hold each other as if waiting for the storm to pass that our raging hearts had fought against. I felt myself coming down slowly from my high and something unexpected came with it.         

Feeling such tenderness was definitely what I knew I needed right now as I felt strangely vulnerable after experiencing my first sexual encounter, along with my first ever orgasms. He obviously knew what I needed as he pulled me closer still and cradled me against him as I silently wept at the overwhelming beauty of it all. I don’t quite know what had come over me but I was just grateful that he seemed to understand it perfectly.

“Ssshh, now, I have got you…you’re safe with me.”
He whispered softly against my hairline. I gripped onto him as if I never wanted to let go, knowing what such a thing would do to me. I couldn’t leave him…
ever!

For I knew it would feel like the death of me and I would choose that over living in a world without him from now on. He had shown me a beauty and love of the kind I had not only ever known, but of the likes I never believed could exist.

I felt reborn.

Almost like discovering a new religion that was solely based on what I felt in my heart and because of it,

I felt as though I had been…

Baptized by Love.  

Chapter 23

Time for Some Q and A

I must have fallen asleep in his arms briefly because I only woke when I felt myself being placed down on something soft. This must have happened shortly after my emotional outburst. I internally winced at how silly I felt before opening my eyes and bracing myself for his reaction. I found him lay next to me with his elbow to the bed and his head propped up against his hand. He was looking down at me and playing with a piece of my wet hair, wrapping it around his finger and then letting it go again.

He seemed fascinated, so when he spoke without looking at me I was startled.

“I am surprised they didn’t force you to cut all this off.” He said making me frown in confusion.

“I think if they had done that I would have killed them all for that offense alone but their list for their death sentence is great enough …So tell me, where are they, Katie?” I pulled back from him as I think in this moment I had never been so frightened of him. He grabbed me, pulling me back to him, cooing in my ear,

“Ssshh now, calm yourself and don’t fight me, little dove.” I realised I was trying to squirm free and his simple talk about murdering people had scared me enough into needing space between us. However, he refused to give me the space and placed his hand at the back of my head, forcing me to accept his embrace. It was only when I stopped struggling against him that he trusted me enough to let me go.

“You know about the Colony?” I said for some reason feeling ashamed it had taken me until now for us to speak about it. I saw something in his jaw twitch and his eyes again changed for half a second.

“I know enough to decree their death sentence, that I can promise you.”

“But you don’t have the authority to do something like that!” I said assuming this was true.

“I may lack the details on what you have had to endure for the last eight months you have been gone, but make no mistake, I have more than enough authority to make those who took you from me suffer the consequences for such an act.” I jerked at this last bit of information but not because he was once again talking about murdering people but because he mentioned the eight months I had been gone.

“Say that again?” I muttered trying to get my head around it and make sure I was clear on what I had heard.

“Katie, I understand this may be difficult for you to hear but you don’t fully grasp the severity of the crimes committed by taking you from me.”

“No, not that bit…I’m mean when you said how long ago it was that your wife was taken?” I asked quickly noting the soft look of regret he gave me and I knew this was because I had referred to her as someone else.

“You
were taken from me over eight months ago.” He said correcting me firmly.

“Oh God.”
I whispered as the horrifying timeline started to fit into place. It was over eight months ago that I started dreaming of him and Ari and I had started rebelling more and more against the Colony.

“Tell me.” He demanded, knowing there was something important I wasn’t telling him.

“I need to get dressed, there’s something I have to do.” I said getting up from the bed and only now realising I was in nothing but a towel.

“Katie.” He reached across and grabbed my arm, gently tugging me back to him.

“Please, I will tell you everything you wish to know but only if you help me first.” He eyed me suspiciously before nodding.

“Alright, let’s get you dressed. We have lots to discuss, you and I.” He let go and got up off the bed. At the sight of him wearing only a towel wrapped around and hanging low on his hips I wanted to cry in frustration at how much I wanted him to take me again. I even felt my sore, beautifully abused parts weep for more and instantly the dampness I felt down there told me I was more than ready.

Draven was walking towards another long tapestry, this time closer to the bed when he stopped and sniffed the air. A growl came from him and he turned slowly to look at me. The heat rose from within me at the intense look of desire he gave me. His lustful gaze travelled the length of me and only stopped when it came to the place that was causing all the fuss. The thought that he could actually smell my desire was both mortifying and strangely erotic.

The next thing I knew I was in his arms again and I shrieked out as I hadn’t even seen him move. He tore the towel from me spinning me round and pushing me up against one of the tree sized posts that held up the roof of his enormous bed. In one small move his towel was gone and he entered me in one swift thrust after dragging one of my legs over his naked behind. I threw my head back and shouted in exhilaration at getting what I wanted…what I seemed to now constantly crave.

He pounded into me with a ferocity that seemed to come from his anger at having time stolen from us. He growled and sucked and kissed my neck and breasts until they became so sensitive that I felt like my skin was on fire. Each thrust was done with the sole purpose of finding my G spot and I cried out over and over each time he rubbed against it with his cock.

It didn’t take long before I came screaming around him and I bit into his shoulder to try and control myself. This only managed to excite him further as he grabbed my other leg, hitching me up over him and dropping me down hard on his erection. I cried out again as the pain once again morphed into pleasure and before I knew what hit me my inner walls were once again quaking around him buried deep inside me.

This set him off and after driving deep into me one last time he threw his head back as I had done and shouted out his unrestrained sexual gratification to the world. This time the rawness of it left us both panting and this time without my girly meltdown. Instead I let him simply hold me close until we came down from our drugged euphoria together, then I pulled back my head and said,

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know why I keep biting you.” At this he burst out laughing and I could feel the effects of it from not just the way he shook my body but also where he was still buried firmly inside of me. It was the first time I had heard him let go and fully laugh and I was amazed how much even that turned me on.

“By the Gods sweetheart, you can bite me as much as you wish.” He said leaning his forehead to mine as he caught his breath. I couldn’t help but rejoice in the knowledge that I could make him lose control the way he had done. In fact, my legs were still wrapped firmly around him, making it obvious that I didn’t want to let go.

He took a step back and before I could unlock my legs he held them in place so that he could lower me to the bed. Then he pushed his hands through my hair and kissed his way along my collarbone before finishing his kiss at my lips. I knew I could easily get lost once more in this embrace, so when he pulled away I knew it wasn’t because he wanted to but because if we didn’t then we would never leave this bed.

“You’re killing me here.”
He whispered against my cheek and then held it with his teeth playfully without hurting me. I giggled against him, which quickly turned into a moan of protest when he pulled himself from me. I definitely felt the loss and had to stop myself from reaching out for him. Of course when he grabbed the towel from the floor and came towards me I reached out to take it from him.

He shook his head and smirked.

“It’s my mess to clean and it just so happens to be my favourite chore.” He winked at me when I frowned and then chuckled when I shrieked in protest when he pried my legs open, letting me know exactly what he meant by favourite chore!

He laughed when I hid my face in embarrassment. I only braved a look through my fingers when I felt the towel had been removed and with it, all evidence of him being there. I actually felt saddened by the idea but then turned my head and took a sneaky smell of my skin. I was smirking myself when I smelled his scent there and was happy that there was still some proof of our time together. I know it was silly but after I had dreamt about him for so long, I needed that physical evidence like a comfort blanket.

“You are such a sweet girl.” His voice startled me and I looked up to see him giving me a warm smile. I didn’t know why he said this and I never got chance to ask as he leant down and gave me a swift kiss, that in my opinion was far too brief. I also noticed he was fully dressed and I was not.

“I left the door to the dressing room open for you, after first checking it this time of course. I will leave you to dress in peace, for I fear if I have to lay witness to your beautiful body any longer then I will never let you out of our bed.” I loved the way he called it ‘our’ bed and I was still smiling to myself long after he left.

It was only when I was up and had wrapped the comforter from the bed around myself that I started to wonder what he had meant when talking about the dressing room? Why had he needed to check it before I went in there? Also I hoped that he meant for me to go in there to get my bag because I very much doubted that he had anything that would fit, unless I could wear one of his shirts as a dress.

I circled the bed, kicking the covers so I could actually walk until I saw the dressing room he spoke of. I approached the open doorway and got no further. I don’t know what was wrong with me but I couldn’t physically step in there and when I tried I ended up staggering back against the bed. What the hell was going on!? I got up angrily and tried again, ready to storm right in there but that’s when it hit me…

This time I was terrified.

“Katie?” I heard him approach from behind as he said my name gently, probably wondering what I was doing just standing in a sheet and staring into that room like it held all the answers. But that was it wasn’t it? That was the reason for him checking it.

“This is where it happened…wasn’t it?” I asked him quietly.

“Yes, it was.” The pain in which he said this was heart wrenching.

“I don’t remember.” I told him letting a single tear fall. He didn’t say anything but he put his arms on the top of my shoulder as though knowing I needed the comfort only his touch could give me.

“I don’t remember anything and I don’t know how to get it back or if I ever will. I don’t even know what they took from me…what they took from you, I know none of it! And yet when I look at this room now I find myself terrified that they will take it all away from me again and I don’t even know what they took! I don’t fucking know! Why don’t I know…WHY!?” I shouted the last part getting so angry that I let him turn me around, putting my back to the room. He then took me in his arms and I cried for what I hoped was the last time.

“Ssshh, it will be alright. We are together now and that is all that matters. We will fight this as one, we will get your memories back…you are not alone anymore.” I suddenly pulled myself from his arms and walked away for a moment before telling him the root of my fears.

“But what if I never get them back?! What if it’s impossible and they are lost forever!?” He folded his arms, took a deep breath and said,

“Then I don’t care.”

“You don’t care?” I questioned, I had to because deep down I knew what it meant to him. I knew what it meant to get his wife back.

“No. I don’t care because we can make new memories, we have all our lives to do that.”

“But…”

“All I care about is you. All I care about is that I’ve got you back and I am never letting you go again.” He said interrupting me and I knew this was the point where I had to tell him my greatest fear before I fell too hard and I knew I would never return. Hell, who was I kidding, I was already there! But I had to do this…I had no choice. So I told him the truth.

“But what if it’s not real?” He frowned not understanding where I was going with this.

“I don’t…”

“What if I am not her? What if I am not your wife!?” I snapped knowing my emotions were feeding my fear. He shook his head and said,

“You are.”

“But you don’t know that…not for certain.” I argued.

“Yes,
I do.”
He seemed so sure and it was such a beautiful thing to witness. I was half tempted to agree and spend the rest of my life wishing for that very thing. But what if I wasn’t and what if there was a girl lost out there who just happened to look exactly like me. No, I couldn’t do it. I had to tell him the truth…I had to make him understand once and for all.

“But you don’t know me. My name is Katie…Katie O’Brian. I have a Mother called Cynthia O’Brian who doesn’t give a shit about me ever since my Father, Matthew O’Brian died in a car crash when I was seven. The only person who loves me in this whole world is my twin sister Ari and what did I do…? I fucking left her! I left her to those bastards at the Colony!”

“Sweetheart…” I turned away in shame and angrily wiped the tears from my face that now ran freely.

“I left the only person I had in the world and I don’t even know if she is still alive! And what am I doing, having the time of my life with a man I have been dreaming about since the day you said I was taken. But what type of person does that make me…what type of person does that make your wife, Draven?!” I snapped again and instead of getting angry as I would have expected him to be when facing an angry woman, he softly said,

“It simply makes you human.”

“And you…what does it make you if I have been seeing you as a demon in my dreams?” I asked throwing the question at him like some cruel bitch that had lost my mind. I saw him wince and struggle to answer making me feel even worse for being so mean.