Cult of the Hexad (Afterlife saga Book 6) (50 page)

“So you want to come little bird of mine?”

“Yes, yes, yes, Oh god yes!” I said out of my mind.

“Lucky for you then that I am thirsty for it.” And that was my only warning. Because it came to me like lightening was striking my body…no, not my body, just my clit. Because Draven had suddenly bit down, driving his fangs into me and plunged two fingers inside me at the same time, making me go off like a firework, exploding into a star of colours. With each draw on my blood I jerked, tugging at his fingers again and again, trying to keep him there.

I had never come so hard before that the intensity of it had me reaching out to him. He knew what I needed and he didn’t disappoint as he pulled me up into his arms off the table. I clung on to him as he walked me over to the bed and I knew he wasn’t finished with me yet. I panted into his shoulder, with both my arms and my legs locked around him, soaking his now naked stomach with the evidence of what he had just done to me.

“I’m sorry, I can’t wait.” He ground out just before he lifted me up and impaled me on the length of him. I threw my head back and cried out at both the pain and the pleasure. His strength was remarkable and when he erupted into his demon form the sight sent me wild against him. I raked my nails up his back and across his shoulders as I gripped on for dear wonderful life!

He continued to lift me up and down as if I weighed nothing at all and once more the orgasm he gave me was mind shattering. I felt like I was floating and my mind was elsewhere. Even as Draven found his release, pumping his seed deep within me, he was brought to his knees with the force of it. He roared up at the ceiling with his wings outstretched and he had never looked more magnificent.

I felt myself being laid down and even after Draven left me to fetch something and then came back I hadn’t been able to move. I felt him cleaning me and I sucked in the air at the first touch of my now, overly sensitive female area. Once he had finished he lay down next to me and I felt pieces of my hair being pulled from my forehead that were now soaked from sweat. I had a feeling that this new work out was going to mean aching stomach and inner thigh muscles for me tomorrow and I could only hope I didn’t walk like I couldn’t catch a pig in an alley way!

“Are you alright, are you in any pain?” He asked me running the backs of two fingers down my flushed, rosy cheeks.

“Wow, when you keep your promises you
really
keep them!” I opened my eyes finally to see that what I had said must have meant something else to him and I was about to ask but then I stopped myself. I knew when to pick my times in trying to get him to open up and this wasn’t one of them.

“You were incredible my love.” He told me and I beamed at the compliment.

“Really?” I asked enthusiastically and he laughed,

“Trust me, it is not every day a woman can bring a man to his knees after he finds his release. So yes, you were perfect.” Again this had me smiling.

“Here drink this.” He leaned back and brought a goblet to my lips.

“What is it?”

“It’s just water. I don’t want you to get dehydrated and I am not finished with you yet.” He told me winking and my heart skipped a beat…which I knew he had heard from his cocky grin.

After this we talked, we laughed and exchanged parts of our lives, which must have been hard for Draven knowing that most of what I said had never happened, which is why I tried to keep most of it from the last eight months. Ari’s and my antics amused him, especially when I told him how many times we cleaned the toilets using Celina’s and Aurora’s toothbrushes.

Draven even managed to salvage some of the bread rolls that had been discarded from the table, as one of them had flown over to one of the Chesterfields and the other I found on a shelf between The History of Politics and Tactics of War. I thought having those two books together was very practical.

After we had both picked at our recovered baked bounty Draven started to kiss me softly and then tenderly made love to me this time. The whole night was perfect and it was only when I was being carried back to our suite that I realised I must have fallen asleep straight after we came together.

Everything about it was perfect and in the end, for one of us it turned out to be the most perfect way…

To say goodbye.        

Draven

Chapter 47

Roll of the Dice

After lowering my Chosen One to our bed I needed to leave. I just needed to get out of here for a time to think. Her comment about keeping promises was as though she had pulled a thread on my heart and it was unravelling fast. Just looking at her right now caused me pain and I didn’t know which was harder, to stay or to leave.

So in the end I left. I was thankful that our time together had exhausted her enough to sleep heavily, as I didn’t want her waking to find I wasn’t with her. I brushed the shorter parts of her hair back from her forehead and leant down to kiss her soft skin, inhaling her scent once more before I left.

Everything about her was perfect but the parts I had failed to get her back and the thought of that tore me up inside. What was the point of having all this power and influence in my world if I couldn’t stop things like this from happening? And more importantly what was the point having a damn Oracle when she caused half of the problems set against us. It still played on my mind how both Keira and I had been played like royals on a chess board. Ones used simply to gain other pieces for the game…the game named The Prophecy.

When Keira had heard but a slice of my anger back in the hotel room I was more ashamed of myself than ever before. I never wanted her to know my inner feelings as she deserved better than that. But it didn’t detract from the facts and the reality of our situation. Keira’s powers were obviously getting stronger but without her years of self-control it was like giving a child a gun, praying they control their urge to use it.

First the incident in the marble dining room and then more worryingly in the plane. They were nearly uncontrollable and dictated more by strong emotions rather than rational thought. In this new mind of hers she merely hadn’t had the time to develop them in such a short space of time, whereas the Keira I knew had years of control behind her. Which meant that her life had been shaped and formed from a young age in order to deal with this transition. Memories and fears, self-doubt and each new experience faced all added to what the Gods would one day ask of her. Every single thing, the good, the bad and unfortunately the ugly had all happened for a reason. Appearing from the shadows like stepping stones taking you closer to the destination life had planned for you…that life had planned for
us.

But now that had all been erased and my biggest fear was what if by making my choice I had somehow put her life at risk? What if the next path she had to face was something she was only supposed to face as Keira, not Katie? This was what I couldn’t explain to her. This was the fear I wouldn’t allow myself to admit to her.

The insane notion that my issues stemmed from lost memories on how we met, or time shared, or any other selfish reason was just not something that should be entertained by anyone, let alone feeding Keira’s new form of self-doubt. Yes, I was sad and mourning the loss of the Keira I knew but she was still in there. She was still my girl no matter what, nothing could take that heavenly soul away from her. Nothing would change her and nothing and no one had the power to ever do so.

But what if in those precious seconds she’d had left on that plane she couldn’t have woken me? What if a memory hits her again and her mind destroys itself trying to find its way back? There were so many ‘what ifs’ and I feared for them all. I couldn’t let anything happen to her again, I couldn’t have her taken from me. I knew this time I wasn’t strong enough to survive it!

I walked the empty halls still in need of greater solace to calm the storm that I could feel brewing. I pulled out the phone I had tucked in my jeans and rang Sophia.

“You’re going out again and want me to keep an eye on Keira.” She told me, knowing my need to escape my own madness.

“I won’t be gone long. I just need…”

“I know, Brother. Time they say can heal all wounds but what happens to those wounds when time is stolen from you.” It wasn’t a question so I had no need to answer but if there had been a need then my answer would have been the wrong one. Because I had killed all chances of getting that stolen time back. And although everyone involved thought it the best decision, in most cases the only one in fact, in truth only time was going to tell us if that was true or not.

“Have no fear, I will watch over her.”

“Thank you, Sophia.” I told her before hanging up the phone. One of the biggest gratitudes I had in this life was that I never faced it alone, not with Vincent and Sophia by my side. We stood united on most things and in that came great strength. In fact, the only time our differences ever clashed was when love was involved. For Sophia it was Zagan, brought into her life no doubt quickly for a reason. The struggle Vincent and I had in the beginning reining in our temperamental sister was not an easy feat, not when the world was your playground.

Zagan changed all that and after they met, we as brothers, felt as though our job was done…or at least the hard part. Because no matter how much I loved my sister, it did sometimes feel like being a parent, or at least what I could only imagine it to feel like. We both catered to our sister’s charms and fanciful whims, like most adoring siblings do and that sometimes had its price but when it came to Keira, I never realised the levels Sophia went to in catering to
my
needs. In a word I would say that she had definitely ‘grown up’ since Keira came into our lives.

Thinking these thought calmed me somewhat as I made my way down to the garage level. Not that I had as much time for it now and thankfully so but during Keira’s disappearance I would often lose myself down here building engines and customising projects. Anything really just to keep me sane enough ready for her return. For this was what I was eventually told and not by whom it should have come from, Pythia the Oracle. No, it was the Gods themselves that had to intervene when I not only searched the globe for her but the other worlds as well. They told me that the fates had foreseen, that like the first time, the power of the Electus will seek me out and all I was left with was the helplessness of time.

I didn’t need to think about which car I wanted to drive because right now it was all about the memories. So I grabbed the key fob for the one seven seven Aston Martin and walked up to it allowing the keyless entry to work. Then I lowered myself into the sculptured bucket seat and started her up. I looked to my right thinking back to that night I drove her home and what her honesty meant to me. The way she gave me a taste of the spirited creature I would come to love and adore when chastising me on scaring her when I first drove us out of here. I watched the hidden door slide up and laughed to myself remembering her face, doubting me on my sanity.

“Let me ask you, do you really believe I would have driven us both through a stone wall?”
Her response had been the first time I had glimpsed a life with someone who wouldn’t be afraid to challenge me and strangely, the thought had never excited me more.

“Well, how was I supposed to know you had your very own bat cave? And considering it didn't look like a bloody door and I've had a knock to the head, maybe you could cut me some slack?”
I had tried to keep my grin to myself but instead of giving into to laughter I simply ended up repeating her words,

“Bat cave?”
I shook my head thinking about her humour and how much I enjoyed every aspect of it. I think if I was to add up the amount I had laughed in all my lifetimes combined it still wouldn’t be halfthe amount that I had done so around Keira
.

By the Gods how I had wanted her back, going nearly out of my mind battling with myself between what was right and what I wanted. Which was why seeing Vincent stood by those church doors with the fate of his world held in my hand, weighed against the memory of my world held in the other I knew I had to do right by the people I loved not what I wanted.

Because I had made that wrong decision once and it took Keira all the way to Hell and back twice to make me see that.         

I drove the Aston hard and with little care this night. The twisted roads forced me to concentrate on something other than what I left behind. I knew the type of road I travelled wasn’t suited to such a beauty but she surprised me, like the other beauty in my life was constantly doing. And like that beauty I pushed her to her limits but she never let me down. She knew what I needed and her strength got me there, just as it would this time.

I found the turning easily as this was always where I came. It had been since she was taken and even before that. Whenever we were miles apart, due to other influences or to our own senseless reasons, this was where I came. Because the first time I saw it, the first time I was here, I found Keira saying goodbye to me. She hadn’t known I was there at the time that she ripped up the image of me and let the elements take me off her hands. This seemed to be the place we usually said goodbye to each other and carrying on that sad tradition, I had come to do the same.

I got out of my car after turning her side on to the cliff’s edge and took in the vast space blanketed above by stars. I thought about tomorrow and the first day of the rest of our lives but I couldn’t say what was to come and once this night was through I would no longer care. Because as long as we were together we could face anything. I knew that now. I had faith in that…the fates, the Gods and Keira herself had proven it time and time again. Through the storms and across the turbulent seas she would find me as it was always to be how the Prophecy begins. How it ends…no one knew but as I had discovered since meeting her…

Hope was a powerful thing. 

I leaned back against the side of the hood and focusing all my thoughts on the item Sophia had retrieved for me I let it materialise in my hand. Seeing it for the first time since I had placed it on her finger hurt enough to close my eyes against the mental torture. Our wedding night and our joining had been one of the most perfect memories I had with her and at first I had thought of nothing but putting this ring back where it belonged.

But the truth was it had belonged on the girl I married that night, not the girl I am going to remarry shortly. It wouldn’t feel right giving it to a Keira that didn’t remember when I slipped it on her the first time. So I would find her a new ring, ready for a new memory.

So this was going to be my goodbye and when I heard her cry I knew I wasn’t to do it alone. I looked up at my Ava and told her,

“My Queen is home.” She responded by crying out into the night, creating that magnificent sound I always found comfort in.

I looked down, taking one last look at the ring and then said,

“I loved you then as I love you now but with a heavy heart, I…I must say…
goodbye my Keira.”
  

Then I threw the ring as far as I could, turned around and didn’t look back. I got back in the Aston and drove…

Back to my Queen.

After pulling into my ‘Bat cave’ I cut the engine and left the garage, this time using a different door, knowing this took me to the VIP of my club. I needed to check on things before returning back to my sleeping beauty, who no doubt was snoring her pretty little head off. I smirked knowing she didn’t just snort when she laughed but this was my own treasured secret to keep and I revelled in the fact that only I knew this.  

I walked through the doors knowing it would be quiet with the main part of the club closed for the night. The VIP however never really closed as there was always something that needed to be discussed between the higher ranking members of my kingdom. Without them as my eyes and ears over the world then chaos would be inevitable. Because in the end you could be as powerful as they come and it would still mean nothing without the men you lead standing tall at your back.

I continued on past my top table, walking close to the balcony when something caught my eye. I turned and looked down into the empty club to see a lone figure sat at the bar. It was easy to know who it was when looking at those trademark boots tapping a steel plated toe on the foot rest.

“Now what do you want this time.”
I muttered to myself before I descended the stairs. I crossed the dark vast open space of the club that always held a kind of lost aura to it without all those souls filling it each night. As I approached I saw him tip the rest of the amber liquid down his throat and look down to the side as I stepped up to the bar.

“Quiet place you got here.” He said stepping from his seat and turning round to take in the empty room. I raised an eyebrow at this, knowing this wasn’t exactly his type of place. He took one look at my face and said, 

“Well, being the honest man I am, it’s not much to my likin’ to be true with ya, as it wasn’t the Shindig I was expecting.”

“We’re closed. What are you doing here Bill?” I came right out, cutting any bullshit I wasn’t in the mood for. Bill leaned back, resting his elbows to the bar and then casually lifted the rim of his grey hat, informing me,

“I wanna buy you a drink.” Again I raised an eyebrow at him, this time in confusion. What was this old cowboy up to? 

“I’m busy Bill, this isn’t really the time.” I told him gaining a raised eyebrow in return.

“The place is empty and your little lady I’m thinking gotta be sleeping. You don’t look like you got much to be troubling yourself with.” I looked around the place I called home and had done for many years knowing that for once, he was right. There was nothing in this moment for me to do but get back to Keira and lie awake thinking about what the future now held for us.