Sacrifice of the Septimus: Part 2 (Afterlife saga Book 7) (12 page)

“You’re right, I must not be in my right mind now if I am still here talking to you!” I snapped and walked straight up to the door ready to walk through it and never look back…well at least until I had calmed down that was. This is when he finally started taking me seriously.

“Stop! I do not permit you to leave!” he demanded, getting up from the bed behind me.

“Like I give a shit!” I said and opened the door only to find it being slammed shut with his hand coming out from over my shoulder.

“Do not forget your place little lamb, for I am still your King,”
he warned in my ear and I shuddered before my anger shook off the affects he had over me.

“Then do your worst, because as far as I am concerned, you already have.”
I snarled back at him looking to the side he was on. I could feel his panting behind me as his own anger was building but this time I just didn’t care.

“You think I won’t punish you?” he asked me and I looked back to the wooden door before closing my eyes, taking a deep breath and speaking the truth,

“You already are by keeping me here.”

“Then I intend to punish you a great deal longer for you are
not leaving,”
he told me, whipping me around to face him and pushing me back against the door. The face of Draven was quickly getting lost to his demon side and I had to wonder what his excuse was going to be when he lost his last shred of control completely. 

“Fine, then I do so as your prisoner and as a slave…
not
with a free heart.” I told him and after seeing his eyes narrow on mine for a second he pulled away.

“Then so be it.”

“I don’t understand.” I told him shaking my head as he walked away from me. 

“It is simple, I am your King, I give you an order and you obey,” he answered arrogantly and I wanted to growl at him in response. However, I replied,

“What I mean is, I don’t understand why you would want me to stay considering how you feel about me. If I am so dangerous, if I am such a threat to
everything
…then tell me this…why am I even here,
why chance it?”

“Why do you question me like this?” he asked ignoring my question with an aggravated one of his own.

“Because I have a right to know.” I told him but at this he scoffed and said,

“As a slave you have no rights to anything.” I would have been hurt hearing this if I didn’t know who I was to him.

“Maybe not, but as a woman about to give her heart to a man, then I have every right.” I countered and I could tell by the look he gave me that he wanted to argue but hearing that kind of admission on my part, then what could he really say?

“One thing is for sure, your bravery is never to be questioned,” he said shaking his head at himself as if still trying to fully comprehend my brazen behaviour.

“That’s not an answer,” I told him, folding my arms across my chest and he turned back to me, slashed a hand through the air and snapped,

“That’s the only one you’re going to get!” I decided this wasn’t getting me anywhere so I made the decision to play this power exchange to my advantage.

“Fine!” I said before reaching up to my sleeves and pulling them down as they were the only part of the tunic that was keeping the shredded dress in place, keeping the front part of my body covered.

“What are you doing?” he quickly asked unable to keep the startled tone from his voice.

“You won’t let me leave?” I asked pausing my actions and looking up at him across the room. He folded his arms and said,

“I will not permit it.” To which I tilted my head in a way of saying, ‘so be it’ and then I pulled my dress off and threw it to the floor leaving myself standing naked opposite him.

“W…why…?” he started to stutter and I wanted to laugh at the sight of this mighty warrior king lost for words. Then I reached up and pulled the pins from my hair letting it rain down my back as I slowly walked towards him. The power I felt from such a bold action was like sucking down an aphrodisiac elixir that heated my belly before dipping down in between my thighs.

His hungry eyes drank in the sight just like I knew they would and I looked down slightly to hide my smirk just before coming to stop directly in front of him. 

“Because I am not sleeping in that… just as I am not sleeping in these…” I said first looking back at the discarded dress before then holding up my shackled arms to him and giving them a little shake.

“You play with fire, Little Lamb.” Draven warned looking down at my wrists as if now only just realising that I still had them on me. His eyes spoke volumes as to what he would prefer to do and for a moment I held my breath stuck in a luscious limbo. And it was lucky I did for it meant I was slightly more prepared for when he snapped…

And snap he did.

First his eyes widened at the sight of the chains dangling down that he had broken getting free of my kiss and this no doubt only managed to bring back how it felt to have me chained to him, which from the look of things, he very much wanted to experience again. Then he looked back to my eyes to see if I had heeded his warning but whatever he found there told him all he needed to know when he said,

“Then we will both burn together!” And with that he grabbed my wrists and spun me around to raise them to pin to the wall before he kissed me and this time he was right…

Our passion burned.

Chapter 48

Ignite The Interrupted

Kissing Draven this time felt as though I could have opened my eyes and seen us standing in the middle of our room back in Afterlife. It felt like I was finally
home
. There was no resistance and no holding back this time because whether it was right in the wrong time for me or wrong in the right time for him, it didn’t matter because it could no longer be denied by either of us…destiny just wouldn’t allow it to be.

His hands still circled my wrists adding flesh to iron as he held the shackles pinned above my head. My head was thrown back enough to reach his lips and his muscular back was arched so that he could dip his head to reach mine, but it wasn’t enough. He knew I needed more when my moaning could no longer be ignored.

“Impatient, little one?” he asked on a chuckle, pulling back enough to look down at my body trying in vain to mount his.

“More,”
I whispered as I strained against his hold to get closer to him. His eyes blazed for a millisecond enough to let me know what that one word did to him and I looked down to see the other effect for myself. He watched my wandering eyes until they came back up to meet his and we spent those intense couple of seconds trying to read each other.

There were no words needed to explain what was about to happen as we knew if we crossed this line then it could change the world, for me the prophecy but for him…well, it was nothing short of an eternity of damnation for his sinful soul. Because if he did this, then in his mind he would be breaking the number one rule for all Supernaturals…

Sex with a mortal.

And I would be letting him because only I knew the truth. Could I really do this? Could I really let it get that far knowing what he thought of me or worse, what he
would
think of me when he found out who I really was? God I was so confused! It suddenly felt wrong no matter how much I wanted it…and by the Gods but that kiss…I felt like I was drowning in it and pretty soon I would be so far under that I would never see the surface again, let alone have any chance at reaching out for it.

I felt his fingers uncurl from my wrists before he ran them down the length of my arms. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and let my head fall back again on a moan. He must have liked this reaction because I heard his growl before he suddenly embedded his fists into my hair, roughly forcing my lips back to his. The warmth of his kiss as his tongue battled against mine was intoxicating. I felt drunk from it and knew I was losing the sense to tell him what I needed to. Of course, this didn’t help when he ran two fingers down my bare spine making me arch my body further into him, which was his intention.

“Your body is so responsive to my touch, as though it was made for my hand to control,” he told me and to emphasise his point he gripped my side causing me take an uncontrollable step into his frame, which had me pressing up against his very hard and obvious erection.

‘Tell him Keira…tell him now…’ 
A voice in my mind spoke to me and I almost jumped in surprise.
Was it her? Was she back?
 

“Katie?”
The question slipped out and Draven froze. My eyes snapped open to find his own narrowed my way and just as his mouth opened to ask the question there came a banging at the door. He closed his own eyes in what could only be described as frustration before he snapped out angrily,

“I warned you not to push me on this
,
Saphira!” That’s when the door swung open to show Sophia standing there taking in the scene with nothing short of utter rage which she obviously tried to mask but I knew better.

“Well your new Pet will just have to wait for you, for there is news from Rome,” she informed him calmly but like I said, I knew better. She was quietly seething inside, which quickly made me realise how lucky I was to have Sophia on my side from the very beginning. I couldn’t, or more like
didn’t want to
wonder what it would have been like any other way as seeing her like this, then I had to be honest, Sophia kind of scared the shit out of me.

“He is here?” Draven asked looking over his shoulder at her but thankfully still shielding my nakedness from view with his body.

“He is and as always he is as impatient as ever,” Sophia said looking at one of her nails which looked as though they had been dipped in gold paint.

“Very well, go inform him that I will be there shortly,” Draven ordered and for a moment I didn’t think she would do it as she just looked at him as if to say, ‘excuse me’.

“Now
,
Saphira!”
Draven reiterated in one of those ‘do as I say’ tones. She rolled her eyes like a spoilt child before leaving on a huff. Draven turned back to me once the door slammed shut and released a heavy sigh.

“I must leave you,” he told me and I could tell not only by his voice but also the way he held on to me that he didn’t want to follow through with his words. 

“That’s alright, I can just…”

“No!” he shouted, stopping me from slipping out from his hold. Then he closed his eyes for a moment as though he felt pain before he said,

“I want you to stay here.”

“Why?” I asked causing him to look down at me once more.

“Because that way I know you will be safe and that I will also have you waiting for me in my bed for when I get back. That way my meeting will no doubt go much quicker.” I couldn’t help but smile at not just the compliment he gave me or even the obvious concern he showed but also the slightest hint of a sense of humour. I was so touched by the gesture that I braved raising my hand to his cheek and running my fingers down his bearded face before reassuring him.

“I will stay.” He looked so touched by the gesture that it was easy to see his surprise. He took my hand in his before I let it fall away from his face and he raised it up to his lips to kiss. Then without warning he lifted me up in his arms and started to carry me back to his bed of furs. He lay me down gently as though I was easily damaged and ran his fingers across my bruised ribs proving that yes, to him I guess that was true.

“I wish I could have punished them myself,” he told me in a thick voice that spoke volumes of his displeasure and the underlying anger that burned there. I covered his hand to draw his attention elsewhere and pulled it from my ribs up to my lips as he had done. I kissed him lightly on the palm and heard myself say,

“There is nothing to be done about the past.” Straight after this I wanted to laugh aloud at my words as they didn’t feel like my own. In fact, they felt like poison as I don’t think being a person who has travelled back in time in order to change the future could be any more of a hypocrite.

“Maybe not, but there is much to be done about the future and with you laid upon my bed like the goddess you are, then there are many plans to be made in my mind about what I will soon do with this beautiful body of yours,” he said softly, making me blush as he ran his fingers around my breasts and up to my sensitive nipples that quickly pebbled under his slight touch. I closed my eyes and moaned, once more so close to begging him to stay and show me these plans.

“I could easily become addicted to those little moans of yours but even more so to your taste.” He said this at the same time he snaked a hand down my belly before dipping his fingers down in between my legs. I cried out and arched off the bed as I felt him swipe a finger through my wet opening and up against my sensitive clit.

“Mmm, not just the beauty of a Goddess but also one blessing me with nectar from the Gods,” he said after putting his finger in his mouth and sucking my juices off it. I felt my cheeks burn and he smirked down at me knowing my embarrassment.

“I look forward to drinking from the source, my Nāzanin,” he whispered down against my heated cheek and I wanted to ask what he meant by that name, one I had heard him call me once before but again I was too overwhelmed by his sexual words and what they obviously did to me.

“But what is this?” he said turning his head and focusing on the top of my arm. But before I had time to question what he was referring to I felt him lick across my arm expectantly. Then he looked to my other arm to find the same red markings I had made earlier to help me find my way out of the harem. He pulled back to look at me and what I found in his stare could only be described as…
admiration?
     

“What a clever little Lamb you are, I had wondered how you found your way so far from the flock. And you call me dangerous.” I frowned up at him and asked,

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, you are the dangerous one, for with a body and mind like yours combined you would certainly make a king a formidable queen and no doubt be a force to be reckoned with…but by the Gods what fun that king would have.” I couldn’t help but bite my lip at his words and how playful he could be when teasing me. He growled when he saw what I was doing and said,

“I warned you.” Then without another word he was quickly kissing me again but this time he started by sucking in my bottom lip and biting it for himself. Now this really did make me moan and soon without thinking about it my legs were wrapped around his waist and I was once again close to begging him to enter me.

“By the Gods woman!” he shouted suddenly, pulling himself back and panting like a wild animal after the kill.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked timidly, wondering if this wasn’t the way to behave for a woman of his time.

“Something wrong…what with your exquisite body all hot and slick ready to take my ready cock and clamp it tight like you never want to let go…answer me little one, does there sound anything wrong about the image I create?” I shook my head unable to speak after hearing his erotic and deliciously crude description.

“The only thing wrong with it is time and the length of which I will have to wait until I can bury myself in your wet sheath…and I warn you again my sweet one, once there I will be in no hurry to leave such a treasure unguarded.” Okay so I had to say that I certainly liked the sound of that as just hearing his dirty words and I was close to exploding and he had barely touched me down there.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” I said honestly, glad that I did if the pleasure on his face from hearing it was anything to go by.

“No more than I, sweet girl,” he replied running his hands down my sides, spanning most of my torso and grazing his thumbs along the sides of my breasts. The action was so dominating, as if proving what he could do to such a body with a pair of large hands and a commanding presence.

“But before I go, lets free you from your restraints, considering we won’t be needing them any longer,” he said smiling down at me. He lifted up the first one and pulled out the pin releasing the thick iron bracelet. Then before letting it go he examined the skin and frowned.

“I left these on too long, forgive me.”

“It’s okay, they don’t hurt,” I told him which was a bit of a lie considering they were most likely bruised. I don’t think I was fooling him when he gave me a sceptical look.

“I will have to make sure to have some padded ones specially made for you for next time.” I choked on a breath and questioned,

“Uh…next time?” He smirked up at me with playful eyes and said,

“Oh yes, I rather enjoyed having you chained to me and will certainly be reliving the moment, only for longer this time…
much longer.”
  My eyes widened at the unexpected comment and I suddenly flashed back to Draven’s cave where he had once done something similar. I was about to bite my lip once more simply out of habit when the pad of his thumb stopped me.

“That lip is no longer yours to bite,” he told me with a stern and dominating look that I had no choice but to take seriously. I didn’t know why but hearing him say I was
his
made me feel sad. I couldn’t help but think of the man who truly owned my heart and was back home waiting for me to walk down the aisle and become his wife for the second time. And even though I was here in those same arms, I knew they weren’t the arms I craved to hold me. I couldn’t help but think about it as I missed him.

I missed my Draven.

“Come back to me, little one,”
Draven whispered down to me and I shook off my melancholy before I had to explain the tears I could feel coming.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about someone who used to tease me when biting my lip.” I told him and he frowned.

“I hope this wasn’t by another man?” he asked sharply. I smiled up at him and told him the truth,

“No, it wasn’t by another man.” Then in my mind said, ‘It was by you.’ Hearing this made him relax and I knew now to remember that jealousy was also a big issue with him in this time as it was in my own.

“Good. Hearing this pleases me for no other man is to touch you…
do you understand?”
The way he said this I could do little
but
understand as the hard edge to his jaw and purple tint in his eyes told me he was as serious as a heart attack, let alone the growl in his voice.

I don’t know why but I couldn’t help the vision of all the other men in my life popping into my head and I thought back to all my friends, wondering where they were in this time? I knew Jared hadn’t been born, let alone been turned into Lord Cerberus yet and it was the same for Sigurd and Ragnar as they too hadn’t yet been born as humans but what of Lucius? Where in the world was he? Because I knew that he had been changed after the crucifixion of Christ not long after being tortured as a traitor. This closely followed by being chosen by the Devil to serve as King of the Vampires.