The Pentagram Child: Part 2 (Afterlife Saga Book 5) (35 page)

“Well she does need to lie down for most of it, couldn’t they just say their vows like that as well…or better still during the act?”

“Pip, I think the whole object here was to help her relax ready for
that
lying down part, not to comatose her!” Sophia shouted and I felt her raising my arm up and letting it drop to make her point.

“Ok, so she’s a bit…loose.”

“Pip! Anymore
loose
and she would be dead! And last I heard my brother isn’t into necrophilia!” Sophia shouted and I giggled again.

“Eww. Ok, ok, I get your point, but hey, at least she sounds like she’s enjoying herself.” Sophia just groaned and said,

“Let’s get her dry but be careful, you don’t want to get her all worked up again.”

“Stay away from the girly bits
…
Gotcha!” I felt them lifting me onto what I gathered was Sophia’s bed and tried to move in a way that would help them only I couldn’t feel anything happening. I felt them drying me off and I groaned as that heated feeling started back up again.

“Whoa, I didn’t touch anything I swear!” Pip shouted dropping the towel. I moaned again and shifted on the bed feeling like a cat that needed to be stroked.

“Oh crikey and butter Nora! She looks like’s she going into heat!”

“How much did you give her Winnie?” Sophia demanded and I felt her feeling my forehead.

“Now don’t you Winnie me I…”

“Pipper!”

“Ok, ok so the whole bottle.” Pip said after her scolding and Sophia bellowed,

“WHAT?!”

“Well I was worried about her, she seemed to be really freaking out about the whole thing and…and…” I opened my eyes and said,

“Don’t fight guys, let’s all just have a cuddle.” I reached out to them and saw Sophia holding Pip back from getting to me.

“She’s doesn’t want that type of cuddle, Pip.”

“Oh dear.”

“Don’t you mean oh shit?” Sophia corrected and then got up off the bed and declared,

“There’s only one thing for it…we need cocktails.”

“Holy Shit! What’s in this thing?!” I shouted finally sitting up and leaning back against Sophia’s kick as
s
iron bed that was covered in gothic flowers.

“Uh…it’s probably best you don’t know just drink up and you will be fine.” Sophia said patting me on the leg and I closed my eyes and soaked in the feeling of being touched.

“Ooops, my bad.” Sophia said taking her hand off me so the feeling disappeared.

“Oh God, what’s wrong with me?” I asked feeling so ashamed but literally if one of them wanted to get it on right now and give me my first taste of girl on girl action then I was more than game! No! Damn it, what was wrong with me?! 

“Pip what did you do?” I asked and she blushed fuchsia before she started backing away holding up her hands.

“Our little bundle of colour thought it would be a good idea to loosen you up a bit and relax you before tonight but she didn’t read the label and put the whole lot in. Therefore you’re a bit…”

“Rampant” Pip finished off for Sophia and I closed my eyes and counted to ten…it didn’t work.

“Pip I would get up and try to strangle you but I am afraid if I do that I will end up kissing you and try to get into your pants, so I will just skip it and say…what do we do now?”

“I’d say, bottom’s up!” Pip said and I took the drink in my hand and downed the lot. Then I started screaming again.

“By the Gods!” Sophia rushed over to me and took the glass from my hand before it shattered I was gripping it so hard. My throat felt as though it was on fire!

“Jesus! What was in that thing?!”
I asked in a croaky voice as though I had been kicked in the larynx by a horse.

“Cinnamon.” Pip said and I would have laughed if I’d had the functions left to. Then there was a knock at the door and Sophia and Pip both shouted,

“Shit!”

“Shit!” And then for some reason Pip grabbed the covers and threw them over me as if trying to hide a dead body. I mumbled with my head under the covers,

“Is this really necessary?”

“Coming! Just a minute!” Sophia shouted and came over and pulled the covers back off my face and whispered,

“Don’t say anything, we will deal with this.”
And I got slightly concerned because if I didn’t know these girls any better then I would have thought they were about to kidnap me.

Sophia and Pip went over to the door and opened it just enough to put their heads through the crack, then they both said,

“She’s nearly ready!”  
                                 

“She’s nearly ready!”

I would have laughed at their antics if their obvious worry wasn’t making me panic.

“What are we going to do?!” Pip shouted once the door was closed and Sophia tried to calm her down.

“Ok, just breathe and the let’s think a minute.” Pip started taking deep breaths and Sophia backed her up onto the bed counting out these breaths as any minute it sounded like she was going to pass out from hyperventilating. She started getting it under control when she fell on the bed next to me and I turned my head to her and said,

“You good?” To which she just nodded.

“Great, now I hate to ask the obvious, considering I can’t move and stuff, but shouldn’t we be telling Draven and postponing this little soirée?”

“Ooh good word.” Pip said and I rolled my eyes.

“No! We will not be postponing anything! Dom left me in charge of this part of the ritual and I won’t let him down…now let’s get her dressed.” This was not what I wanted to hear.

Halfway through the mission impossible of getting my arms and legs to bend into a dress, I know knew the tortured life of a Barbie. Thankfully though the feeling started to come back to my body and movement became something to celebrate. However, the down side to all of this was that the drink Pip had given me, which I found out was my third, had now started to take effect.

So the good news was that I was about to walk into my wedding using my legs but the bad news was I was doing so shit faced drunk and staggering all over the place. Oh and the side effects still included me to be as randy as a goat on Viagra! Sophia and Pip walked me into the Temple and at the sight of Draven stood there in his masterful looking cloak, my blood started to boil from need.

“It’s working.”
Pip whispered and Sophia nodded smiling at everyone and said through gritted teeth,

“It would work a lot better, Kaz if it didn’t look like you were desperate for the toilet.”
I just giggled and knew she was referring to the fact that just the sight of Draven stood there had me ready to jump on him and squirming with every step.

“Look at it this way, she’s not being shy…at least we accomplished that.”
Pip added and Sophia sighed,

“There is that.”

Oh and this was most definitely true. I looked around and saw everyone as I had that day when first finding the Temple. They were all dressed in robes and the difference in colour was all that distinguished them between the levels of importance as all faces were hidden. I thought this was a bit sad and discriminating but hell what did I know, I was drunk after all!

I looked down and vaguely took in my white dress that was made from the floatiest material I had ever seen. In fact it made me look like I was underwater. It was strapped tight across my breasts like a second skin and it was thin and see-through, showing my erect nipples underneath.

“Isn’t my dress pretty?” I said picking up my skirt and twirling it round my legs like a little girl.

“Uh, yeah…sure.”

“It’s lovely.” Pip said after Sophia tried to get me to leave my skirt alone. I looked back up to Draven and saw him stood waiting for me to reach him by the altar. He was tilting his head to one side as if he was trying to understand what was going on. I was about to wave when Sophia grabbed my hand instead.

“My brother is so going to kill me.”

“Or thank you…have you seen how frisky she is…meow”
Pip said just before we approached Draven.

“Hi handsome!” I said not realising how loud I was and finding it echoing around the Temple.

“Keira?” He asked me and I got up on my tip toes, looked up under his hood and said,

“Can we have sex now?”

“Oh God, we’re doomed.” Pip said at the same time that Sophia groaned.

“Is she drunk?!” Draven demanded and I placed my fingers on his lips, missing the first time and hitting his cheek.

“Ssshh, don’t blame them. I drank too much because I’m nervous and they couldn’t calm me down. I was scared I wouldn’t be good enough for you and that you would think you were making a mistake and well then I drank too much snatching the bottle and downing it and…” I rambled on and on only stopping when Draven put his fingers to my lips this time.

“Ok, Ok, I understand love. Calm down. Let’s just get through this together.” After he said this I could practically hear Pip and Sophia sigh together in utter relief. I giggled and Draven smiled down at me obviously just glad to see me looking happy, even if it was from being a happy drunk. He then tipped my chin up and said,

“And don’t let me hear you saying you think you’re not good enough for me again.” He growled this and I felt like clawing at his robe and asking him to take me back to his place, which was hilarious considering we were at his place and about to get married.

“Dom, should I start?” Vincent asked over the altar and I looked to see it was actually Draven’s brother that was going to be marrying us.

“Oh cool! Hey Vinny boy, I didn’t know you were into the whole wedding gig...? Are we paying him a good rate?” I asked Draven who along with his brother threw his head back and their combined laughter echoed around the massive space.

“Yes love, we are.” He answered me and I couldn’t tell whether or not he was teasing me.

“Are you ready?” I gulped, looked all around me at everyone stood there waiting but then turned back to the only man that I needed to look at to know my answer,

“I am so very ready to be your wife.”

Chapter 78

Vows

“Under the Holy Moon and on the eve of your Electus’ sacred birth, the Gods deem her worthy of your love and blessed your joining when you asked for her hand. Do yo
u
Enki, Lord of the Earth, Dominic Draven take Catherine Keiran Williams to be your soul’s keeper long beyond your vessel is dust and lost to the sands of time?” Vincent asked loud enough so all could hear.

“Oh that’s lovely.” I commented making Vincent smirk.

“I do.” Draven said also loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Oh good.” I said looking up at him and then mouthed the words,

“Thanks honey.”
Making him beam down at me before he mouthed back,

“You’re welcome.”

“Our King has accepted our sacred vows and gifted his soul to another!” Vincent said making all the people in the room shout out an ancient sounding word I had no clue to its meaning and it thundered around the temple.

“Are you ready Keira?” Vincent whispered to me.

“Yeah totally.”
I whispered back and then shouted,

“I do!” Thinking this was my part of the question to accept. Vincent coughed over his laugh along with everyone else in the room and I looked back to smile at everyone.  Draven chuckled and said,

“In a moment sweetheart.”

“Under the Holy Moon, you stand before our King that the Gods deem worthy of your love and blessed your joining when he asked for your hand. Do you Electus, the Gods’ Chosen One, Catherine Keiran Williams take Enki, Lord of the Earth and the God’s chosen King, Dominic Draven to be your soul’s keeper long beyond your body is dust and lost to the sands of time?” I smiled the biggest grin I ever felt in my life, to the point I could barely see with the tears in my eyes and said,

“I do. Most definitely!” I shouted this last part making everyone laugh and cheer, then continue shouting out this word I still didn’t know when Vincent said,

“Our new Queen has accepted our sacred vows and gifted her soul to another!”

“Can I kiss him yet?” I asked and I heard Pip mutter behind me,

“Oh, she’s going to be doing a lot more than that.” 

“Keira, are you sure you’re ready for this?” Draven asked me and it took me back to our first conversation about this. Denial had been my first reaction and then flat out rejection my second. My last had been worry and that one had stayed with me until this point. Well until the point before Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum had decided to drug my bath water before getting me wasted on some crazy cocktails…but hey, mission accomplished I was definitely relaxed. Which was why I answered Draven honestly,

“Isn’t it obvious, I’m your Electus…I was born ready.” He burst out laughing then pulled me to him, yanked back his hood and kissed me for the first time as my husband. The whole room cheered and stamped their feet like war drums were being sounded. But I didn’t care, I was already getting lost in Draven’s kiss and falling quickly under the night’s spell.

He snaked a hand in my hair and pulled me closer for a deeper kiss, one that made instinct take over. One of my legs lifted up, thanks to the split in my skirt and I hooked it over and around the back of his knee, not quite managing to get it any higher due to the height difference.

He growled low then lifted me up so I could hook both my legs around his waist. Then he walked me backwards and lowered me down onto the altar. It was strange, my reaction to seeing the Temple again, to seeing the altar.  To seeing all of it after what had happened not long ago but none of it felt weird. If anything what was happening now was wiping all of that horror from existence as though it was rewriting history. All the bad things these grand walls had seen meant nothing in the sight of what was happening now and what was happening now was…

Magic.

Because as soon a Draven put his hands over my body everything else just disappeared, until we became the only two people there. I heard my clothes tear and for once cared little for the dress. He then pushed off his robe revealing his glorious naked body beneath and I gasped at the sight of such power. His wings unfolded and stretched out as the material fell to the floor. We became two naked lovers ready to consummate our marriage in not just the sight of the Gods but also in sight of all of these people.

He came back to me and I raised myself up and pushed myself against him, desperate to feel him inside me. The need was burning me up inside so quickly it was burning the drugs and the alcohol clean from my system and Draven knew this too.

“That’s it, come back to me.” He said leaning down and kissing my neck, working his lips up to my ear and then following the line of my chin. He ran his nose along the curves of my face, up my cheeks and down the side of my nose before placing his lips once more to mine. I opened my lips and drank him in, feeling the taste of him bursting on my tongue like ambrosia. It was like a battle to see who could get the most and when I moaned in his mouth he tore it from mine to find my neck to bite. Only instead he just held himself at my throat and I turned my head to show my King, my submission.

His wings shuddered as they cast our ready bodies in shadow and he ignited into purple flames.

Then my King roared out his own vow,

“I make you my Queen!” Then he thrust into me at the same time sinking his extended fangs into my neck and sucking the essence out of me. I came instantly and I was still screaming my release as the next one started to build. He pushed into me again and again, touching every nerve and even the ones I didn’t know I had. He grabbed both my hands in one hand and forced them back above my head. Then he pulled his lips that were covered in my blood from my neck and started kissing my breasts. His eyes were the deepest colour of purple I had seen on him yet and the hunger in them was almost frightening.

He took in the sight of my breasts covered in my own blood and the strengthening I felt from him inside me told me he very much liked what he saw. He thrust quicker and bent his head to lick up the bloody kisses he had left and then decided licking wasn’t enough. I cried out again as he bit into me for a second time and I pushed myself firmer into his greedy mouth.

He lapped me up as if he couldn’t get enough of me and the pain of his bite was giving me such a rush I felt drunk from him alone this time. I pushed against his restraining hand trying in vain to rake my nails down his back, touch him, bite him, anything just so I could feel his skin on my fingertips.

“Draven, Draven, Draven.” I said his name over and over as a plea for more.

“Tell me my Queen, what do you want?” He growled out the question and I pushed against his hands again.

“You want to feel me.” He said rolling his hips and making me cry out as he touched that part inside me that felt like such a weakness it should have been criminal.

“Can you feel me?” He asked torturing me and I growled back, this tim
e
pushing against his length and clenching my core around him.

“Ahh!” He groaned and I smiled up at him doing it again.

“Behave or do you wish to unman me in front of my people?” He asked teasing making me try my luck and doing it again.

“Very well, my Queen, have it your way.” And then he really let me have it and he held nothing back. He hammered into me and made me come over and over again until I was begging him for his own release. It was as though I had two forces inside of me fighting against each other. The sensitive parts of my womanhood were crying out as they couldn’t take any more orgasms and the force and power it took away from me every time I came around his strength inside me. But then I never wanted this to stop as I became addicted to the euphoria like I needed it to live. Almost as if feeling that if he stopped I would fall and shatter into a million pieces…but that one death would have been the sweetest of all ends.

“I can’t…” He started to say and I looked up to see him getting lost in the high too.

“I need…By the Gods Woman! I need you to bite me quick, I need to complete the ritual, now…GODS NOW!” Draven said getting panicked as he couldn’t hold it off any longer and I loved that I could do that to him. So I said,

“As my King commands.” And then I rose up using the last of my strength and I bit into his neck. The second I felt his blood bathe my tongue every muscle in my body tensed and my senses soared the waves of ecstasy as we came together.

Draven collapsed on top of me and barely had enough strength to hold his weight from crushing me and I too had no energy to try and move him. We’d just completed the ritual in front of the Gods and now we were one.

Now we were married and I was…

Mrs Draven.