The Two Kings (Afterlife Saga) (86 page)

I had a feeling that this strange expedition was coming to an end as Draven’s feelings were easing up on his wor
ries and his grip on my hand had now
loosened. I saw feet approach us and felt Draven
’
s hand leave mine
completely
and take a new position
from behind to
rest on the small of my back.

“
Wait
!
” I let out a small gasp when I didn’t actually hear the words being spoken but heard them being commanded in my head. I automatically did as I was told
,
be
cause
in a place like this
,
I wouldn’t be as stupid
as to be my usual stubborn self. No,
for once I knew what was good for me and here I welcomed Draven’s power.

To be perfectly honest with myself
, it was in fact turning me on
no end. His demanding and possessive behaviour towards me was
sendi
ng an uncontrollable need that was causing a pool in
between my inner thighs. What was it with this man and the insatiable need he created in me, even at times like this when I should be more concerned about making it out of this Demon pit with my sanity intact?

How much more could I take of the abnormal befo
re I finally hit my limit and was
pushed too far over the edge to ever make my way ba
ck? The truth of the matter was
I was no longer countin
g myself as part of the ‘normal’
world that others lived in and the fact that I was more than fine with it all was more than disconcerting.

“Is everything ready?” Draven
’
s serious voice asked someone that had stopped in front of us and from the wide, thick biker boots I was seeing I could tell it was a male.

“My lord
.
” I saw the man’s feet move back as he offered more of his body on view and I knew this action was caused from him bowing in respect as most of the others had done.

“Yes, Yes
.
” Draven said impatiently and the man quickly straigh
tened and carried on answering his ‘Master’
.

“Your usual
retreat is ready and Leivic is waiting as you wished
.
” The man’s voice didn’t sound a confident one and the name Le
ivic sounded more like lev…le…i
ch as he began to stutter in his nervousness. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him as it was how I usually felt around my History lecturer Reed.

“Good
!
” Draven’s one word compelled the man to bend once more in bowing before walking away backwards. He was also muttering something in a different language but I can imagine it was something in Draven’s favour.

“Come
,
my Keira
.
” He said sternly
but in a lighter tone than
he had
bestowed upon everyone else since being
here. I was once again being le
d forward but this time with him by my side instead of being pulled along like some lost little girl just been found by an official taking
me
home.

Umm...
Home… that seemed like a million miles away and an age ago! Suddenly I found myself with an overwhelming feeling of homesickness and a need to see Eng
lish soil once more, but no
,
instead of that I was here....

In a Demon’s secret club!

Chapter 38

History and Har
em
s

We didn’t have to go much farther but I knew I would have to pull my hood back to tackle the steps in front of me otherwise I would find myself finding the floor on a more intimate level. I was
just about to move it back when one arm wound round my waist like a steel band
and I felt myself being raised up. Draven was lifting me up
the few steps as though I weigh
ed no more than a kitten. I was about to start protesting
at being carried at his side like a small child
and say that enough was enough but in the end I didn’t need to. I heard the whoosh of material being moved back and with two more steps I felt Draven stop next to me.

“Dom my friend
, how long as it been?” A
laidback
and gentle voice spoke
,
taking the tense fear from my situation. Before Draven answered him he came to stand in front of me and raised his hands to lower my hood back. I looked warily up at him and saw that the short distance through the club had taken its toll on his features.

He looked tired and tense with worry. Little lines had formed around his eyes that matched the ones on his forehead from where he was still frowning. I knew it wasn’t directed at me because as soon as I smiled up at him he let his
eyes turn back from their angry purple to their softer black. The lines disappeared and he even let himself smile before kissing my forehead. I loved the sight of Draven’s eyes getting lost in my own and it took his friend to clear his throat t
o draw his attention back to
his
situation.

“Leivic
!
” Draven said his name as though he was one of his dearest friends and combined with the embrace
,
I suspected that here stood one of Draven’s most valued companions. The two men were about the same height but Leivic was of a
slightly
slimmer build. Both men were
,
of course
,
handsome but w
h
ere Draven’s features were untouched by years of scars, Leivic’s wasn’t.

I couldn’t help the tactless gasp that escaped my lips and both men turned around to look at me.
I wish
ed
that I hadn’t
done it but the shock of seeing such as handsome face butchered by
whatever weapon had nearly spli
t the man in two had me displaying my shock freely. The scar started at the top right side of his head and slashed across his face in a diagonal that left him with a line about half an inch thick of dead tissue, that looked whiter than white against his tanned skin. It missed his silver blue eyes and passed through his nose making it seem to bend further to one side. It cut through half of his lip that pulled it further down to the left and as I followed it I noticed it went from his face and down his neck no doubt finishing on his shoulder. When I met his eyes again I was left feeling ashamed of myself.

“And this must be the young flower that has captured my
friend’s
stone heart and turned it into molten lava. I can see why Dom, she holds a rare beauty only equalled to the Gods, you are a lucky man
,
my friend
.
” I must have blushed roses at this statement because both men were laughing heartily when they saw my react
ion. I didn’t know what to do
at that moment
so I recalled my mother’s words,
“
When meeting new people always smile
dear
, hold out your hand and make eye contact
,
”
which is precisely what I did. 

“I’m pleased to meet you Leivic
.
” I said
,
having to clear my throat first.
He took my hand as though it was made of fine china and lifted it to his scar
r
ed lips to kiss. Once seeing his kind eyes it was hard to see his handsome feature
s
that were damaged by his mighty scar. There was nothing but benevolence in his man
ne
r and his voice filled me with
an
ease.

“The pleasure is all mine
,
I can assure you, I haven’t seen my friend this happy since our battling days
.
” The though
t
gave me shivers.
‘
Draven the warrior
’
fit far too well for me not to get images flashing through my head of him fearlessly cutting through his victims as though
nothing could stand in his way, a knife through butter came to mind!

“You honour us with your presen
ce
.
” He bowed to me and turned
back to Draven who looked full of pride at showing me to his beloved friend.

“Has she arrived?” Draven asked but Leivic just shook his head and laid a hand on his
friend’s
shoulder.

“Have no fear, she will
,
but while you wait
you must relax. Come
,
everything has been prepared for you
.
” It was the first time I started to take in my surroundings and notice
d
th
at this part of the club was private
. Only a few people were back here and the only thing separating the rest of the club from this room was a wall of crimson curtains. They were thick but at the same time could be seen through. Like some magic window that kept distorting and rippling like water but still allowing us to see out into the crowd.

I suspected that we could see out but they couldn’t see in. The people in this room were what
consisted
of the VIP and their servants. The raised space was lined with square booths tha
t held large floor cushions which
made up
sunset coloured beds. Deep reds, vibrant pinks, golden yellows and burnt oranges filled the room with an eastern feel. Smoke coming from
hookah
pipes clung to the air and mixed with oil lamps smelling of different
spices floated
to my nostrils.

Some of the booths had couples doing more than talking and I shamefully looked away at the naked body parts. Others were getting their entertainment from dancing beauties in long flowing skirts and
jewelled tops that barely covered their breasts.

Although while getting through the cro
wd
the music had been deafening
here, just behind the curtained wall
,
it was only a mild humming. I was almost wishing for it to be just as loud once again because then the sound
s
of pleasure filled moans would
n’t have been making me turn scarlet
. I turned away from the s
ound but not quick enough to avoid
see
ing
the four nake
d bodies entwined together, looking
as though they were
filmed
for a porn channel.

I heard Draven let out a guttural laugh and
as
I glance
d
up at him I noted th
e amused look on his face, no doubt due to my uncomfortable reactions to this strange place. I was starting to understand that the world of the supernatural was even more s
ex driven than the human one
, if that was possible!

“Come
!
” Draven’s voice was a husky command in my ear, making the sexual tension between us close to snapping apart, whiplashing at my senses until his lips claimed mine. I thought this room would have me shying away from such feelings but the tingling in between my legs had me facing
the
facts.

No matter where we were or what we were doing, one command in that sexy voice of his was all it took. He curled his fingers around the top of my
arm and led me to our own private
, cloaked booth. The square of vibrant colour
was bigger than the rest and seemed more secure from prying eyes that
were
to be in
vading our every move. Sex entwined bodies stopped momentarily as we walked past and one pair of eyes even peered over the nipple they were currently pleasuring. 

Instead of moans of satisfaction there were now murmurs of shock and disbelief.
I suddenly fe
lt more exposed than these
naked people
,
as though I was walk
ing
myself th
r
ough a dream or a nightmare…it was
so
surreal.

“Ignore them
.
” I looked up to find that Draven’s eyes were intently worried on my face and before I could utter a word he swung me around so that I was hidden by his body. He then walked me backwards with a carefully placed hand stead
y
ing me at the sma
ll of my back. Taking
one
last step
was all it took
to
make me
fall backwards onto the bed of pillows. He grabbed my hand
before I landed
to lower me down gently and then turned back to speak to his friend.