Sacrifice of the Septimus: Part 1 (Afterlife saga Book 7) (23 page)

“I am.” I admitted looking at him emerging in his other form, wings folded to his back, veins pumping liquid fire and best of all…

Naked. 

“Then do as I command” he said and I found myself doing as he ordered as his voice was no longer a gentle whisper but more of an extension of his firm hand. So I turned around slowly and placed my gloved hands above me, feeling the cold of the glass penetrate through the satin.

Then I waited as I had done as instructed, baring my back to him. The wait was killing me and I found myself wiggling my behind at him, trying to lure him closer. But even though I expected his touch, I still couldn’t help but jump when I felt his warm breath at my neck.

“Good girl. Now hold perfectly still,”
he whispered in my ear and I shivered as the tingles travelled the length of my spine, connecting straight to my sweet bundle of nerves.

“W...why?” I asked nervously.

“Because I want to keep you exactly where I want you…after all, we wouldn’t want you running away from me again.” He told me and before I could ask what he meant I started to feel something moving under my wrists. I tried to pull my hands down but Draven obviously anticipated this as before I could move an inch, his hands were there clamping my own hands back down.

“What did I tell you?” he warned before biting my neck and holding me captive there with his teeth.

“Ahhh.” I moaned at the pain that morphed into pleasure. I did as he asked and only when he felt my compliance did he release his hold on me. I looked up to see the glass wall around my hands start to ripple before growing outwards as though it had been heated. Then it stretched out thick tentacles, as if being pulled by invisible fingers, wrapping them around my wrists and half way down my arms. I couldn’t move my arms but it was surprisingly comfortable as the glass was so smooth, the grip it had on me wasn’t cutting into my flesh.

“That’s better. Indeed, I like this
immensely.”
He hummed this last word in my ear and nipped at the lobe, making me jolt.

“Now let’s open my gift, should we,” he said gathering all my wild hair back in his large hands and tucking it neatly over the shoulder I wasn’t looking over. I bit my lip as I tried to watch him but at the first touch of his hands on my body I was lost. I closed my eyes letting my head roll back so I could release my moan of bliss more freely.

“I like making my kitten purr…
now let’s see if I can make her scream,”
he added before tearing my ruffled panties from me with a sharp tug of his fist. He knelt down, placing a hand on each cheek to give them a squeeze, before travelling back up over my hips. Then he started running his hands down and back up again in a way that spread my legs further apart. I felt too exposed and out of habit I tried to close them. This he didn’t like and I received a hard smack to my backside making me cry out from shock. It didn’t hurt too badly but it certainly had its desired effect as I spread my legs apart. Shamefully it made me wetter and when I heard Draven inhale deeply, I knew what he was doing.

“Mmm, definitely time for that taste.” One minute I was breathing heavy and the next I was crying out trying to catch my breath. With one hand firmly keeping me spread, the other went exploring and when he found me soaked and dripping, he growled. First one thick finger penetrated my core and I sucked in a shuddering breath as he started flicking against my centre nerves. He added another finger and had to clamp down on my thighs as I tried to raise myself up on tiptoes.

“One more I think,” he informed me, smacking my backside again to get me to spread out once more. I shrieked in shock and before I could speak my thoughts on the matter he had me screaming out his name when he added a third finger. He pumped them in and out having to hold me steady, grabbing the laces of my corset to yank me back against his embedded digits as I came screaming around his fingers, my inner muscles clamping and pulsating around him. I couldn’t help but cry out as I mourned the loss of his fingers as he pulled them from me. Well, only after a few teasing flicks on my over stimulated nerves of course. He chuckled at me, no doubt feeling that power exchange come crashing back to him at the sight of what he did to me.

I felt him rise behind me and once more he was whispering in my ear.

“Nectar from a fucking Goddess,”
he told me and I watched as he sucked in one finger at a time, doing as he promised by tasting me, not leaving a drop.

“My sweet, sweet girl…you come as beautifully as you taste.” He told me and I blushed. For a moment he simply looked at me as if trying to burn every part of my face to memory.

“What did I ever do to deserve such beauty, love and perfection in my life I will never know but please know this…
I fucking adore you.”
He whispered these four words with his forehead to my cheek and I bit my lip to stop it from quivering. There was something so intense about Draven this way. Gone was the gentleman I knew and in its place was a man who swore in the sexiest way, telling me with untamed words how much he wanted me. The way he said
‘fuck’
always made me quiver at the rawness of it. 

When I felt the glass start to move again this brought me back to my glorious captivity. I almost moaned at the loss of my restraints when they retracted back into the wall and soon I was free. But this loss was replaced by something better than ever…

Draven was on me.

He spun me around and with his hands in my hair he was kissing me deep as if he needed it more than his next breath. I could taste my sweet release on his tongue and it felt like I was being drugged. The heat rose between us, sweeping over me like a fever and I knew the only way to put out the flames was to have him consume me whole.

“Draven please.”
I moaned pleading with him to enter me and this time there were no teasing words spoken back. His hands went to my narrow waist, made small by the confines of my corset and suddenly I was lifted. I knew what he wanted and I gladly wrapped my legs around him, gripping him to me. Then with a hold on my behind he reared up inside me and it felt as though I was being reconnected with his soul. I loved watching how his wings reacted when they shook and ruffled as though the pleasure shot straight through to the tips of his feathers.

“Yes, oh yes, only you…only you”
I told him as he began to push into me over and over, reaching deeper inside of me than ever before.

“You’re taking all of me this time, Keira,”
he told me, his voice thick and gruff from desire.

“Yes, all of you. I want all of you!” I shouted out as I came again around him and the feeling of me clamping down on him sent him into a frenzy. He pinned my hands above me and thundered into me, pounding me against the glass. The sounds of passion came not only from my cries of bliss and his groans of rapture, but also from the sound of my body slapping against the frosted wall behind me. He looked down at me and snarled at my concealed breasts as if they should never be allowed to be kept from his view.

The metal eyelets started to bend backwards on their own and one by one popped open until half my breasts could be seen. As if frustrated that this wasn’t enough he held both my hands above, transferring both into one hand to free his other. Then he ripped one side back, bending the metal bones backwards freeing one breast completely. Then he lifted it to his mouth to suck in my nipple. I arched my neck, pressing myself into him, letting him own every last part of me. This made him growl around my nipple before I felt his fangs extending and I knew what was coming.

“Aaaahhh!” I screamed coming again as he pierced the flesh. It was the most erotic and carnal experience, to know he was feeding from my breast like a wild beast in need of my blood whilst his hard cock pumped into me, taking my body along with my life’s blood.

Oh yes I came and once it started it didn’t seem as though I would ever stop. Feeling this must have had the same effect on him because he let my abused, bleeding nipple slip from his bloody lips to then arch backwards and roar his release at the Gods. This pushed him deeper than before and I cried again, knowing it was almost too intense for my body to take.

I could feel him pumping his seed inside of me as I rippled and quivered my inner muscles around him. He held me tight in his hold, wrapping both his arms around my torso as far as they would go and resting his head on my shoulder, telling me without words that he never wanted to let me go. It was one of the most incredible sexual experiences of my life so far and that was saying something considering Draven held all the records.

“Are you alright?” he asked me softly after we both seemed to have our breathing back under control and I looked at him to see his demon side must have been sleeping happy as his wings were no longer on show. 

“I don’t think you broke me if that’s what you mean…although you did break my outfit.” I said teasing him, laughing. He raised an eyebrow at me and I kissed his nose making him chuckle. Then without pulling himself from me he pulled me away from the glass and walked me around the frosted wall, still with my legs wrapped around him.

“As much as I love the feel of you inside me and would much rather keep you that way, I think people might notice.” I said laughing at how he didn’t yet want to disconnect from me.

“Do you think I would care if they did or not.” He told me, being deadly serious. I bit my lip, loving that he was never ashamed about how much he loved me and showing it in front of others.

“What are you doing?!” I screeched as I realised why he had walked us back round here. He smirked down at me as he stepped down into the plunge pool, still with me attached and I sucked in a breath as the warm water surrounded us both.

“Getting us warm, you might not have realised it but you were shivering.” He was right, I hadn’t realised it but now I was in I started to feel much better.

“Intense multiple screaming orgasms will do that to a girl.” I told him making him laugh and shake his head at me.

“What?” I asked him as I couldn’t place the look he was giving me.

“I think we should argue more often.” At this I burst out laughing and started splashing him. He grabbed my wrists and flipped the hair out of his eyes, which just ended up making him look even hotter than usual.

“As beautiful as this sex kitten outfit was, I do prefer what is beneath it.” Well I couldn’t complain with that statement, blush yes, complain no. He made quick work of freeing me from my corset, thanks to the use of demonic blades, which I thought was slight overkill on his part but seeing that my rib cage sighed in relief, once again I couldn’t complain.

“It’s not fair, I didn’t get to see
you
strip.” I told him, putting my arms around his shoulders, only now noticing that I still had my gloves on. I was about to take them off when he stopped me.

“No, keep them on” he told me and now I was the one raising my eyebrow at him in question. Then I felt the reason for myself and asked in surprise,

“Again?” He got close to my face and whispered with a bad boy grin,

“Again and again.”          

Chapter 22

Never enough

  I never imagined when Draven and I had our fight some hours before, that I would later find myself having sex in a plunge pool with nothing on but satin gloves, stockings and high heeled shoes. But I was happy to report that this was exactly what happened. Now, I was lying naked in his arms watching the sun come up through the glass doors opposite our bed.

We hadn’t slept but we had talked…
a lot.
And surprisingly, this turned out to be one of the best nights of my life. It wasn’t only down to the amazing and mind blowing sexathon we had both competed in. No, it was also because Draven and I talked about anything and everything. There was nothing serious to deal with as there was no need for apologies. Our actions had said all we needed to say on that matter.

“Did you know I had been drinking?” I asked him out of the blue and when he didn’t answer me straight away I looked up at him to find him smirking down at me.

“Sweetheart.”

“What?” I asked, confused as to why he was looking at me in that way. He smoothed my hair back and to my horror wiped away some of my smudged make up with his thumb.

“I look like a raccoon, don’t I?” He burst out laughing, shaking the bed and then gripped my chin to lift my face up to him.

“You look well used my little sex pet and it’s a look that suits you greatly,” he told me before kissing me sweetly.

“And yes, I knew you had been drinking. No doubt consumed as liquid courage.” I nodded knowing he had me pegged.

“So I take it you enjoyed your gifts?” I asked kind of fishing for compliments…okay, I was
so
fishing for a compliment. But considering this was my first seductive sexy dance, I would have at least liked to have known if I got it right or not. He looked thoughtful for a moment as if he was trying to relive it all and when he grinned his face said it all.

“It was more funny than sexy wasn’t it?” I asked in a quiet disappointed voice.

“Hey, look at me.” I raised my eyes to his and he ran the back of his hand down my cheek before saying,

“My first gift was sweet and endearing and I cannot tell you how it warmed my soul to watch. It may have been the cutest dance in history, but I still consider that a gift.” I nodded giving him a small smile as it was a sweet thing to say. I was about to look away again when he gripped my chin again and with slightly more force, raised my head up preventing me from looking away.

“I have not finished.” I couldn’t help but look at him now with wide vulnerable eyes.

“My second gift however was the sexiest fucking thing I have seen in all my years and if you think for one minute I would see it otherwise, then you are a sweet but foolish girl. My first gift may have warmed my soul but my second gift set it on fire! Now do you understand the meaning behind my smile?” I swallowed hard and nodded, giving him a bigger smile this time.

“Good, about bloody time,” he said, faking irritation and I gave him a little growl.

“Now that is cute,” he added flicking my nose and that was when I decided to attack him, showing just how cute I could really be. So I got up on all fours, shook my behind like a cat and pounced on him. I landed on him expelling a little ‘Umpf’ out of him as I straddled his stomach before leaning down to tickle his neck, peppering his skin with little kisses. He didn’t laugh as I was hoping, but instead decided to play cocky bastard by putting his arms behind his head and saying,

“Ah, now this is the life.” I looked up at him and growled again playfully. He rolled a hand at me and said,

“You may continue,” like some pompous royal sultan.

“Uh, I hope you’re not expecting me next to dress in a jangling coin bikini, armed with grapes and a feather fan.” I told him. He grinned but kept his eyes closed as he said,

“Don’t be absurd Keira you would be worshipping me naked.”

“Ha!” I said smacking his chest and he opened one eye and said,

“I could have you imprisoned for such bad behaviour.”

“I think you have shackled me enough for one night, Draven.” I told him crossing my arms over my naked breasts.

“Ahh!” I shouted out as Draven suddenly caught me by surprise and flipped me over so that he was quickly on top. He had both my wrists shackled above my head before I knew it.

“You were saying?”

“I was just saying how much of a cocky bastard you are, so thank you for proving my point.” I replied being cocky myself and he growled playfully down at me, pretending to nip at my nose.

“Aww that’s so cute, you look just like a baby lion cub when you do that.” I mocked and when his eyes flashed purple I knew I was in trouble…
the fun kind.
The next thing I knew I was yanked up and placed over his bent knees with my naked bum high up in the air.

“Oi! Put me down!” I shouted but I only received his laughter in return. I squirmed, trying to wriggle free, but with very little pressure from his hands and I wasn’t going anywhere. This was when he started my torture. I screamed and screamed and then I snorted until my voice grew hoarse.

“Enough! Enough I beg of you!”

“I’m sorry, what was it you thought I looked like again?” Draven said stopping dancing his fingers along my bare sides and the backs of my thighs, which was another ticklish spot of mine.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re not a lion cub you’re a terrifying beast man!” I shouted trying to get him to stop tickling me once and for all.

“And don’t you forget it, little Mrs Draven,” he told me and then he pulled me back up, pushed back my wild hair and added,

“And besides,
it will never be enough.”
Then he kissed the giggles right out of me.

Sometime after this I fell into a deep and exhausted sleep after being up all night with Draven. I never found out if Draven got any sleep, but I knew his body was a lot stronger than mine and he could, in fact, go for days and days without sleep if he chose to. Thankfully for me though he chose not to, as he preferred falling asleep next to me, just as much as I enjoyed falling asleep in his arms.        

So this meant when I finally woke I was disappointed to find he wasn’t next to me. At first I feared he had left me for the day, but in actual fact I quickly learned it was the sound of his voice that had woken me. He was talking to someone on the phone and after rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I started to focus on not just the sight of him but more like ‘who’ he was talking to.

“Yes I understand, it is indeed very last minute and I can appreciate all you are saying.” He listened some more to what was being said and then replied,

“My sister is planning it and if you could have all the names and contact details ready for her I am sure we will have no problem getting everyone there.” Again I watched as he listened, adding only the occasional…’yes’ and ‘but of course’ here and there. He had yet to notice I was awake as he still had his back to me.

“And I will of course be arranging all the transport and accommodation for guests…no, no I assure you that you could not convince me to do otherwise.” He was obviously getting an earful from someone and it was only when he replied with,

“It may seem impulsive giving us no time to plan, but to be honest with you Joyce, I just can’t wait any longer to marry your daughter and each day that passes is always a day too long.” At this I broke out into a huge ‘cat got the cream grin’, knowing my mum wouldn’t have anything more to say against that. In fact, I bet all the teabags in the world that she would be teary right now.

“Yes Joyce, I will of course look after your little girl, she is my life and I would gladly give my own to do so.” He told her and this was when I slipped out of bed, wrapped the sheet around me and walked up to his back to put my arms around him. He put his free hand over where my hands only just met at his belly and he took a deep breath as if trying to inhale the scent of me. 

“Alright Joyce, I will let her know. See you in a few days,” he said before ending the call with my mother.

“How did you know I was going to ask you to do that?” I asked him and he huffed a laugh, saying,

“I didn’t know.” I let him go and walked round his large frame to face him.

“Then how?”

“Your dreams told me.” I frowned for a minute not understanding until he elaborated,

“You were talking in your sleep, sweetheart.”

“Ah.” I didn’t say anything more but now the new worry was what else had I said and what’s more, what if I did it again?!

“Don’t worry, little dove of mine, your words were sweet and comforting,” he said obviously reading the wrong fears from my expression.

“How so?” I couldn’t help but ask. He gave me soft dark eyes, a half smile and gently tucked my hair behind my ear as he said,

“Because I like knowing when you dream of me.” Then he tapped my lips once with his index finger before walking away from me, leaving me embarrassed and wondering what I had said while dreaming.

After this Draven excused himself to go and speak with Sophia about travel arrangements. I kind of felt a bit guilty leaving all this wedding stuff to other people to deal with, but I was sure glad they didn’t seem to mind as I don’t think I would have known where to start.

I hadn’t even seen my dress yet, but considering that everything Sophia had ever dressed me in I had loved, then I didn’t think there was much chance of me being disappointed. Speaking of clothes, I had no idea how I was going to tell her that the outfit she had put me in last night didn’t really make it through the Draven test and now lay somewhere in his gym, mainly in pieces. At least the dress must have survived. In fact, it might be better for all future outfits if I did the striptease first, that would save a fortune on clothes shopping.

I decided whilst Draven was gone I would grab a hot shower and get ready for the day…or at least the half of it I had left. We were all leaving early the next day for England and the day after, my sister, Frank and Ella would be joining the wedding party.

I had asked Draven if there was any word from Vincent and Ari but he just shook his head, looking disappointed. I was getting worried as no-one had heard anything from them. I knew Ari was on her own mission to discover who she really was and Vincent had told her about the Oracle and how she might have some answers for her. Well, if she would just come home, then I might be able to help in that department, considering I was one of the only few who knew where Pythia was.

But this wasn’t my only concern. As heartbreaking as it sounded, I feared that through Vincent, she had heard that Katie was gone and this was why she hadn’t yet come home. It pained me to even think this way, but what else could I do. I was left with the memories of a having a sister who wasn’t my own but just because I knew this, it didn’t mean that the love I felt for her simply disappeared.

As far as my heart was concerned, she was my sister and I missed her. Now all I needed was the opportunity to tell her this but even then, I wasn’t sure how she would take it. In her eyes she had lost everything and was walking in the shadows of someone she couldn’t reach. To not know who you really were was something I had only had a taste of, so I knew what it could do to a person’s mind and it was a dark place to live.

I knew how lucky I was to wake up from Katie’s life and find myself with a mother, father and a sister who all loved me unconditionally. To have a lifetime of happy memories and not the feeling of being ripped away from life and forced to live one of oppression, control and the threats from a cruel hand. I didn’t want that for Ari. I wanted her to find her own happy ending and if that meant another family was out there waiting for her somewhere, then I hoped she found it. But I wanted her to know that she would always have family here, in Afterlife with me…that was, if she wanted it.

But again, I would actually have to see her in person to tell her these things. Which got me thinking, why exactly did the Oracle tell me that Ari was needed on this journey to the past? Because if everything was happening for a reason, then that meant Ari’s path was set, just like the rest of us. This then begged the question as to why…
why Ari?

There must be something the Oracle knew about her that no one else did and it wasn’t just that she was Vincent’s chosen. No, she was needed for this prophecy to work the way we planned but the question was once more, why Ari?

It was maddening, having all these questions rattling around in my head with no way to find the answers…but wait, why couldn’t I get the answers, for I knew where the Oracle was, therefore all I needed to do was go and ask her.

Which was exactly what I did.

After my shower of course. 

Once ready and looking less ‘sex pet’, I left a note for Draven as well as telling Ragnar, who was posted outside our door, that I would be back soon. He didn’t look happy about it so of course he rang Draven to confirm this was okay. In the end I grabbed the phone off him, realising my note was a wasted effort.

“Let me drive you.” Draven tried to convince me and I had to think of something fast.

“It’s fine, I wanted to spend a little time with Libby anyway and she wants to ask me about a dress she’s seen online and I have some stuff I want to pick up before we leave tomorrow.” He didn’t sound happy and I couldn’t blame him as it didn’t sound as convincing as I had hoped.