Sacrifice of the Septimus: Part 1 (Afterlife saga Book 7) (5 page)

Chapter 5

Parts of You

“Oh God please! Please, please, please don’t stop!”

“I told you that you would beg me, my beautiful wife. Now tell me, who is this God you speak of in
our
bed…think carefully now.” His stern voice in my ear wasn’t the only warning I received as his movements mimicked his entrancing threat.

“You!” I shouted mindlessly shaking my head back and forth, far past the point of desperation.

“Me?” Christ in Heaven, how did he sound so bloody calm, when I was falling apart beneath him.

“Yes! You! You!” He chuckled and if I had been sound of mind I would have hit him!

“Are you trying to tell me…
that I am your God, Keira?”
  He whispered this last part in fake disbelief and I growled, or at least I tried, fearing it was more of a groan of pleasure than the annoyance I was going for.

“YES!” I screamed my answer and then ended up screaming again as he finally let me come.

“Good girl, now say it aloud and I will let you come again.” I would have agreed to turning vegetarian and living on tofu for the rest of my life, had he asked it of me, with the promise he just made.

“You’re my God Draven, please let me come again.” I pleaded and opened my eyes just long enough to see the pleasure this brought him before he made good on his promise and then I was a gonner. I simply remember screaming his name over and over, getting mixed up between the God in him I worshipped and the man in him I loved. Then I passed out to the sound of a demon roaring his release to the world above and beyond.

“Come on sweetheart, wake now.” I murmured something like ‘sod off’ in my deep and blissful slumber, hoping this would work but when his laughter started vibrating the bed, I knew my peace was over.

“Is that any way to speak to your God?” he mocked and I felt my face get hot as the memory hit me. I groaned, this time getting it right and rolled sideways dragging the covers over my head.

“I was drugged.”

“Oh really?” Draven asked, continuing with the mocking tone. I nodded under the covers, making a big black lump that was my head bob up and down.

“You know it’s blasphemy to lie to a God,” he reminded me and I smiled to myself.

“So I have heard. I would ask you if you knew any priests that I could confess to but I am not sure you will like me telling them what you just did to me…
my lord.”
I added this bit for good measure and giggled when the covers were suddenly whipped off me.

“Hey! Get your own cocoon, this one’s full!” I cried out trying to grab the covers back off him.

“Oh but I have one better than that!” he said and the next thing I knew I was completely encased in feathers. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quite sassy enough to come up with a comment after this, other than simply staring in amazement and mouth open in wonder…but I don’t think I could class that as a comeback.

“You were saying?” He asked cockily.

“Okay Heavenly Father, you win.” Okay, so I wasn’t completely without a comeback.

“Bless you my child, for I am very happy you have sinned with me,” he said rolling us both so that I was resting on top of him. I laughed at his reply and for one perfect moment forgot everything else in the world other than the sight of happiness in his eyes.

“God I love you.” I told him as I lowered my lips to his for a sweet, heavenly kiss, one created by the Gods indeed.

“As I love you, my Goddess.”

It wasn’t long after the kissing had finished that I pulled back to look at him better and told him my thoughts,

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“I do seem to recall us having sex before Keira, quite a few times in fact,” he teased.

“Yes but no offence Draven, it usually comes after your business is concluded, not before.” I knew when his eyes gave me that soft tender look that he understood what I was trying to say.

“I nearly lost you,” he said framing my face with both hands and suddenly I wanted to cry. I couldn’t help it. Just hearing the pain that he clearly tried to bury under the mountains of hurt, hurt built that simply loving each other had caused, well that was never going to be an easy thing to take.

“I know but…” I started to say but when he started shaking his head I stopped.

“There is no but to be found in this, Keira. You were lost to me and I was facing a lifetime living with the woman I loved… one that unknowingly became my enemy.” I frowned down at him before shifting to move off him and his wings uncurled and let me. I sat back on my knees, pulling the quilt up to cover me.

“That stung.” I told him quickly hating where this conversation was taking us to.

“It wasn’t meant to.” He told me honestly.

“You have to understand what I faced. You weren’t just lost to me because you were simply taken and I could fight to get you back. I was fighting someone I loved Keira, I was fighting you.” He said pushing up with his wings as he took my hands in his. Like this with his bare torso and wings looking lighter in the daylight he looked like a fallen Angel pleading for forgiveness for his sins.

“I understand.”

“No, you couldn’t possibly. And I don’t blame you for it, if anything I commend you for even trying.”

“Draven.”

“When you first walked back into my club I thought I was dreaming, by the Gods how I had dreamt of that very sight! But then to find it was real was like a gift from the Heavens.” I bit my lip as I listened to what I knew Draven now needed. He had no doubt kept in his feelings in for so long, that to finally be given the opportunity to release all those building emotions was the closure he needed to move on. Yes, I had been me for the last week and I knew now that Draven had no doubt given me the time I needed to deal with things. Well now it was
his
time and I was going to give it to him.

“I knew you were coming back to me as I had been told this. But know that waiting for it was like waiting to be reconnected back with the other half of your soul, one waiting to meet you in your own Afterlife.” He said this as if it was still happening and I squeezed his hands, trying to reassure him that I was still here. 

“I didn’t want to believe what I had been told and until you shouted your other name out to me in this very room, I
didn’t
believe it.” As he reminded me of a time that was not my own, the memory belonging to her came flooding back to me. It was when I, as Katie, had her first real encounter with Draven and I almost felt sorry for me. I remembered the first time I had done it all that time ago and how nervous I had been back then. How intimidating I found him, I almost laughed out loud. But this got me thinking. It was almost as if our two histories were destined to play out as they first did. I too had faced an impossible reality and was forced to believe I was someone else to be with the man of my dreams…

The Chosen One.

This title I had struggled with from the very beginning and being faced with a man like Draven telling you who you were didn’t make it easier but harder…much harder. So to wake up and be told you were his wife, just as I had been told I was his Chosen One, was as much incredible as it was implausible.

“It was so hard as I could see you. I could hear you. I could feel you in my arms. I could still connect our bodies together as one but…” He swallowed hard and looked down at our joined hands before continuing what I knew was excruciatingly hard for him,

“I could never reach you.” My heart was crying out for the break in his voice but I knew there was nothing I could do but be here for him to pass his burden over, giving me half the weight of it to carry. 

“I thought in time…I thought…” Another deep breath taken and he finally came to the root of his anguish,

“I thought by being with me…I thought that if I did everything as I did before…the way I loved you, the way I made love to you…I thought it would be enough to bring you home. I thought I would have been enough to bring you back but I wasn’t…

“I failed you.” Hearing this, my breathing hitched and my heart stopped for one heart breaking moment. My hands slipped from his to cover the gasp that escaped only a second too late. He continued to look down and I knew he couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Draven look at me.” I told him after seconds were too long to let go by without him knowing the truth.

“Look at me.” I asked again when he didn’t move and I wanted to reach out and brush back the hair that was covering his face. In the end I didn’t get the chance as he finally raised his head. If I thought his words were heart breaking, then seeing the tears in his eyes refusing to fall was searing me to my core.

“No. No Draven. You didn’t fail me.” He heard my words but tore his face away in what looked like disgust at himself. I reached out my hand, placing it on his cheek to bring him back to me.

“Bill was the one who brought you back Keira, I just made you decide on whether to take it or not.”

“Yes but Bill didn’t give me my memories. He didn’t make me love you…you did that.
You
gave me that life.
You
gave me the memories that I was searching for, not Bill.
You
made me
your
Keira and it was
your
voice in the dark that was slowly leading me home. Don’t you see, that wasn’t Katie who made that decision to take that coin, it was mine. Mine Draven. Do you hear me?” I shouted until his eyes refocused on me and that dark distance he was staring into was coming to the end.

“I heard your voice and it brought me home…I found my way home…and I ran.
I ran to you, Dominic Draven.”
This was when his tears fell and they were the tears of my Guardian Angel so I reached out to him, bracing my hands on his shoulders and tasted them from his skin. I kissed each one away. He closed his eyes against the surge of emotions and I only managed to get a few stolen tender moments to soothe away his pain before I was in his arms and encased within his wings.

“You soothe my soul and tend to my heart like no other,” he told me, obviously being able to read my last few thoughts. He held my head to his shoulder in an embrace and I could hear the steady beat of the heart he spoke of. It brought me peace.

“That’s the way it should be.” I told him and he pulled me back gently to look down at me. He rubbed away the tears I hadn’t even realised I had been crying and tasted them off his thumb.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” The way he said this sounded as though he had just worked this out. As though he was so used to being the one who provided the help and comfort in times such as this that it hadn’t occurred to him that it was my role as well. If it had been any other time I would have rolled my eyes at him, smacked him on the shoulder and shouted ‘of course it is you big oaf’ in frustration. But instead I let him pull me close and kiss me like no other man could. Then I did something I had never done before. I pushed him back so that he landed on his back with his wings spread out, spilling over the sides of the bed, they were that huge. Then I pulled the covers off the both of us, baring both our bodies to the light of day before lowering myself onto him, joining my body with his.

His head arched back as he slipped inside and I too cried out my rapture at feeling him buried deep within me. I gazed down at the euphoric sight beneath me of the dark angel getting lost in my body and I couldn’t help but smile. It was another memory I would forever keep with me and once again it was one he had given me. Just another reason to love him even more, if that was even something possible.

I started to move up and down the length of him, trying to take all of him deep inside me, as much of him as I could. I wanted it all but was cursing myself that I wasn’t made big enough.

“Easy.”
He whispered to me placing his large hands on my hips, obviously knowing what I was trying to do.

“I want all of you.” I told him and this time it was he who I found biting his lip. He suddenly ceased my movements, gripped me tightly and sat up so our faces were mere centimetres apart. Then he whispered over my lips, barely just touching them,

“You have every part of me, Keira.”

I don’t know why but when he said this something clicked in my mind and I found what he said wasn’t quite true. I don’t know why I had never thought of it until now but suddenly it was all I could think about as we made tender love to each other. Oh it was beautiful and gentle and wonderful in a way that words just couldn’t get right. And instead of what it had been shortly before it was just the opposite. There was no screaming or pleading for more. There was no teasing or holding back what our bodies were designed to do. There were just two people in love, coming together in the most beautiful way only those two souls could experience.

We came together, shuddering in each other’s arms not long after the kiss that started it all. Usually when Draven had me in his bed it was something he took time in, savouring it as if never wanting it to end. However, this time wasn’t about any of that and deep down it wasn’t even about the pleasure gained. It was as simple as needing to breathe. Something we both needed at the time to soothe both our souls and making love in a way that spoke only to the depths of those souls.