The Sacrifice (The Covenant) (7 page)

Micah
followed Sarah’s laughter to the kitchen and got pissed at how it disappeared the second he entered.

Tabitha
slutted in almost on cue. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” Sarah’s tone was cold and the feeling that
her cuz was definitely trying to cause them problems increased exponentially.

“I was wondering the same thing.” Micah leaned a hip on the island getting only the flick of her angry gaze.

“Private joke?” Tabitha purred.

“Seems like it
.” Micah’s heart slammed his chest in the wake of his fury. “I need to talk to you in private.”

Sarah finally saw that he was prepared to make a huge scene if she didn’t comply.

“Hey,” Shawn sauntered toward him, “Don’t fucking take that tone with her.”

The urge to murder in cold blood had never been so
strong. Micah stood rigid as adrenalin licked at every pore for ten eternal seconds. Sarah pulled him out of the kitchen while Micah mentally murdered him five different ways. 

Chapter Nine

Once in the bedroom, he shut and locked the door slowly,
taking careful breaths. He turned and faced her.

She stood in the center of the room with her arms crossed over her chest but there was a lot going on in her face that betrayed her cocky stance. He slowly walked to the right of her, watching her, trying to name what it was he was seeing in the shadows beneath that façade. She was acting almost… guilty.

He paused. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” There were no other words he cared to say. When she didn’t answer him, his suspicion grew. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“Me?” Her eyes
went narrow. “I wasn’t the one standing naked in the hall talking to that bitch!”

“I was going in our room and she was there.”

“She was in our room?” Her tone rose with accusation.

“She said she was delivering something for
you.”

“Oh
reeeeeeally!” She gestured to his body. “And you just had to stop and talk about it in only a
towel!?
”

“She was
blocking
the door to our room,” Micah hissed. “And what about you?”

Her mouth dropped open. “What
about
me!”

“Letting that cousin of yours
touch you all the fucking time!” Micah pointed at her. “One more time and I swear, I’ll kill him. And don’t give me that fucking incredulous shocked expression like he’s innocent.”

“He’s my
cousin!
”

Micah stared at her, his heart slamming his chest now, now that it had come to that. “Kissing cousin?”

Various emotions filled her face. Shock, confusion, fear, guilt. Then the winning emotion, pissed. “I was young. We just kissed.”

Micah slowly
closed the distance between them until she had to look up at him. The close proximity and angle made it hard for her to glare, but she managed pretty well. “You just… kissed?” Micah’s gut tightened at the look in her gaze.
Guilt.
He slowly closed his own eyes, not wanting to see it. He turned around and grabbed his head. “What… exactly did you do?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered.

Micah spun to her. “It fucking matters to me!”

Tears filled her eyes
and she put her hand over her mouth and covered a sob. She shook her head barely. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

He looked up, amazed with how much it hurt that she’d lied to him about that. “You acted like you were a virgin, like I was your first.”

She gasped. “And you acted like you
fucked my friend and loved me and weren’t a
Satanist!
”

He stared at her, pain gripping his chest
at the ugly truth of that. The voice of reason said she was right. He of all people had no room for self-righteousness. She’d confessed in the circle during sentencing that she wasn’t a virgin, but he’d thought she meant because of him, because he’d made love to her. It was his job to do the homework right, to find a fucking virgin. He’d done everything wrong with Sarah. Everything but one thing, and it burned a hole in his chest now, until he couldn’t’ breathe. “I
did love you
.” He took her face in his hands and kissed the edges of her mouth softly. “God. I love you more now.” Hunger took him and he pushed her lips open with his, tasting her like he’d never had her before. “I’m drowning in you, Sarah. Drowning out of you.”
Micah fisted his hand in her hair and clenched his eyes tight. “I need you so bad.”

She
raked her nails up his neck and into his scalp. “Then why don’t you
take me!
”

His lips slid to her jaw, then neck. “I wanted you to
fucking heal.” The words were thick with ache as he skimmed his hands over her breasts, groaning at encountering her erect nipples.

“I need you goddammit,” she whispered. “Need you to…”

“I know baby.” He slowly knelt before her then looked up. “I know… exactly what you need.” His cock hurt with the fragile and vulnerable look on her face.

“I
’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I… I wanted to make you jealous with him, but I didn’t know you knew, I never would’ve…” she shook her head and Micah leaned his face into her stomach, his eyes rolling shut at those words. “We were so young, it didn’t count in my mind, and that bitch in there… she… she makes me crazy. I was scared to lose you, you weren’t making love to me the way you used to and I knew it was because of my injury but…”

Micah filled his hands with her ass, getting hungrier as she spoke the frail broken words. They gave him such immense pleasure he couldn’t even stop her to console her, he needed to hear them.

“I got so crazy at how she throws herself at you with her disgusting
perfect
body and even though you never ever do anything back, I still want to
kill something!
”

Oh fuck. Yes. Yes.
Micah was dizzy. He stood and crushed her in his arms while storming her mouth with his tongue. He put her hand on his hard cock. “Do you feel this?”

She whimpered in response
, her warm breath on his lips.

“This is all
for you.” He stroked her hand up and down the painful length then slid it up to his chest. He pressed her palm tight to his heart. “All of me.” He continued loving her mouth with his tongue and lips, making her see. “Tell me you know that. Tell me.”

“I know it.”

“Show me.”

She dropped to her knees
, undid his pants and freed him. Micah held the base of his cock while she made love to the thick head with her lips and tongue, the sounds of her delicate moans reminding him how starving she was. He was such a fool not to know. She was like him, slowly dying inside everyday they didn’t make passionate love.

He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting himself on her. He groaned and stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “I’m all over your lips.”

“Yes!” She kissed him with that near desperate longing.

“I need you all over me.” He slid his finger
over her jeans, right where her clit was. “Your beautiful pussy on my mouth. Bucking and pumping.”

“Yes,
God yes!”

She fought to undo her pants and Micah dropped to his knees and helped
, need making his fingers tremble. Before she could step out of them, he grabbed her hips and pressed his mouth to her sex, probing his tongue right at her clit. He flicked her gem then sucked and nibbled at her full lips with a wild hunger.

Sarah gasped
and pulled his hair, finally getting free of her jeans to hook a leg over his shoulder.

The sudden
perfect access to her succulent secrets splintered him with deprivation. “Sarah.” He slid a finger inside her with one hand and tickled at her sweet ass with the other. Memories of what she’d done to him when she’d tied him up, filled his cock to bursting. He sucked her clit into his mouth and fluttered his tongue over the tip, initiating a full body shudder.

“Micah!”

Yes. His name in that tone, that desperation, that agonizing pleasure. Always and forever.

She pulled his hair and twirled her hips. “I’m so sorry,” she cried.

Micah pulled her down into his arms and kissed her, grabbing a hand full of silky hair and pulling hard. “You taste that?” He slid his lips all over hers. “You are mine. Only you. Only mine. Always.” He tugged her head back. “Say it.” The command hissed as he bit her shoulder blade then sucked it hard.

“I’m yours. All yours. Forever.”

Micah’s eyes clenched with the need to prove it. He brought his hand down on her ass with a loud smack.

“Oh God, yes. Yes, punish me. Make me sorry.”

Micah grabbed her jaw and stared at her. A desperate hunger shone in her eyes. To be dominated. Overpowered. Owned. By him. A heady dizziness took him. He’d felt her desire when he’d spanked her before, right alongside her terror. “You’ve been thinking about that?”

“Yes, yes!”

Micah kept his gaze locked on hers as he raked his nails down her neck then over her breasts, watching her wilt with passion. He left no area unmarked by the promise of absolute and irrefutable desire. And when he reached her pussy, he teased at her entrance with his fingers and at her mouth with his tongue, sliding along the silky softness until her sweet desperate begs drove him fucking insane. He finally plunged his finger inside her and brought his hand down hard on her ass, catching her sharp cry in his mouth. He stroked her tongue with his while jabbing his finger at her scorching hot core.

Micah
choked back his orgasm that threatened to overtake him with a fury. He’d never had a woman drive him to such a point. He’d never been pushed to such a succulent edge. He was the Executioner. In every respect, in every way. Always in control. Always distributing.  But this. Her. She was his perfect rival in every single thing. Her delicate moans were her war cry, his name on her lips her victory, and before he ever stepped foot on the battlefield, he was conquered. It was never if she’d defeat him, it was when, how fast, how good, and how fucking long he’d get to suffer that delicious wrath.

She fought to get her mouth on his cock and Micah fought back, needing to regain command, to feed that craving he’d seen in her eyes.
With her hunger out of control, she resisted him, and Micah wrestled her carefully to the floor until she lay face down, his body covering hers. She was reduced to breathless whimpers and Micah groaned, loving the feel of power she gave him, wanted from him. He pumped his cock against her ass, sliding it between her tight cheeks. She fought back with those delectable grunts that brought Micah to that sharp edge.

“
Put your arms over your head.” He scraped his nails down her side, wanting to fucking eat her pussy till she came right on his tongue.

Fear jolted him.
“God, your shoulder,” he remembered.

“I’m okay.”

Her frail words had him worried and unconvinced as he knelt so his cock lay nestled between her ass. “Lace your fingers together tight.” Micah slid his hands softly over her back, making his fingers hard at her ass before filling his hands with the firm muscle. The need to lick and kiss the red marks was another testament of her power over him. And the need was all his. To heal and cherish. The strange new emotions intoxicated him.

He worked her tight cheeks along his cock
and watched her body heave with desperation and need. Watched the way she tried to look over her shoulder. “Get your knees under you and raise your pretty ass for my cock.” He resisted the urge to say
can you.
He would have to trust her not to do anything stupid.

She continued with those
unbearable whimpers and obeyed, lifting her ass high for him, arching the bottom of her back so that she was very much accessible. Micah stroked his hands over her hips. “You really… made me angry tonight, Sarah.”

She gasped and cried out, knowing what was coming. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”

He knew she was. “Are you?”

“Yes. Very.”

More sincere truth. He stroked his cock along her entrance and pushed the head into her opening, groaning with how tight she was. He gripped her hips, his nails digging into her soft muscle, bringing sharp rapid cries from her. “You’re sorry?” he growled. Micah jerked her body into his, slamming his cock home.

Sarah’s
stifled shriek flooded Micah with fire. While buried deep, he brought his hand down hard on her ass and she screamed into the carpet. “Sorry isn’t good enough, sweetheart.” Micah couldn’t stop from stroking the hot skin, feeling her body tremble around him. He knew she didn’t want neighbors to hear and suddenly, giving them an ear full was so very necessary. “Now I have to punish you.”

“Oh God, oh God.” She squeezed her fingers together until the tips were white. “Please. My clit.
Rub it.”

Micah wet his pinky with her juices. “Your clit?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

He tickled her ass with his
wet finger and the tight opening flexed eagerly with her sharp breath. He reached with his other hand and found her swollen gem. He fluttered his finger tip, careful to barely touch it to produce a sharp and deep heat. His cock throbbed hard inside her as she wiggled herself on him, moaning incessantly.

“Micah!” Her hot silk clamped him hard and her
ass sucked his finger in a little more. “Do it. Fuck me there.”

Micah gritted his teeth for control. “You like your ass fucked?”
He delivered slow sensual strokes with his pinky, his other fingers digging into her soft hips.

“Oh Jesus. I’m about to come. Micah!”

“You’re pussy is trembling all over my cock sweetheart. And your ass…” Micah rasped the final words. 

“Please! Make me come! Make me come!”

She’d fucking won. He flicked her clit faster and moved his pinky in and out in deep strokes, while penetrating her core with a rapid flick of his hips. “Come all over me Sarah.” Micah lost control and bucked his hips wildly. “Right fucking now.” Sarah flew apart in the most outrageous orgasm he’d ever fucking seen. And the loudest he’d ever heard.