The Sacrifice (The Covenant)

by Azure Boone

  The amount of force in his words sent tremors through her limbs. “Yes, yes.”

  His eyes raised to hers. “You want that, don’t you.”

  “Yes, I do. I need your cock slamming into me.” Sarah fingered herself with deep jabs and wiggled her other finger over her clit.

  “Oh fuck stop!”

  Sarah froze and Micah climbed out of the tub. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

  The harsh command shot a bolt of desire through her and she dropped down. She grabbed hold of him and sucked him like there was no tomorrows or yesterdays. She grabbed his waist and forced him in and out of her mouth, hitting his cock against the back of throat. She moaned loudly on him when he pulled her hair hard and jerked his cock out of her mouth. He dropped to his knees and kissed her, his tongue in her mouth, hungrier than she’d ever felt him.

  “I need you Sarah.” His voice broke with desperation and sent Sarah into a frenzy of desire and love.

  She pulled him to the small bed. “Lay on your back.” It was her turn to demand and he did as she said.

  She climbed on him, in no mood to tease. She straddled his hips and was suddenly faced with the horror on his abdomen. It wasn’t just the cat scratches, but the word they’d burned into his skin, over his already scarred body.

  He grabbed her hips and moved her into position. “Don’t fucking think about it.” His voice bit with a desperate hunger, snapping her back to reality. But there was no place to put her hands on him. He laced his fingers in hers as though reading her thoughts.

  Their gazes and hands locked, Sarah got back to business, pushing down a tiny bit. She moved up and down in small increments over just the top of his shaft until his head thrashed and his fingers bit into hers.

  She finally plunged down and electric butterflies seized her womb. A deep groan blasted from Micah as his body bowed off the bed, his perfect mouth open in ecstasy. Sarah ground and twirled her hips on him as a ruthless passion snaked around her limbs and commanded she ride him with a ruthless force.

  She let go of one hand and rubbed her clit. “Watch me Micah.” Her words gushed with her cries.

  His head came off the bed and he stared at her hand. “Ffffffuck!” He bucked his hips, ramming that part inside Sarah that melted everything.

  Sarah let her head fall back, her fingers on her clit keeping pace with him until the heat was perfectly hard and ready to burst. “Micah!”

  “Fucking come on me!”

  “Oh God, yes, I’m coming!” Micah gripped her hand hard, matching the orgasm that rocked her body. Sarah shrieked and shuddered, submitting to the glorious white hot that possessed her.

  The next second, Micah had her beneath him, his cock thrusting, his mouth locked to hers, groaning, devouring, hands gripping her shoulders as he drove so very deep, so very absolutely inside her. His orgasm seized him and his mouth opened in hers with that beautiful broken cry. Sarah dug her heels into his body, needing, hungry for that impossible binding, demanding every single bit of it from him.

  “I love you! I love you!” She poured the cry into his mouth, his heart, pulling at his hair, kissing him with all the passion any woman had a right to possess.

  The aftermath of it held a harmonized sound that brought tears to Sarah’s eyes and sobs of joy in her chest. She knew with all her heart and being that it was a sacred sound discovered by few. She never dreamed, never thought to even imagine she could feel what they shared. Limbs still locked tight, they both floated like errant leaves on a liquid hot current. Safe in their own private heaven.

  Chapter Four

  Micah woke at hearing Sarah’s pained whimpers. The second he tried to move, his own body protested.

  “Oh dear God,” she whispered. “I’m so. Sore!”

  He wasn’t sure how long they slept but his body said long enough for the trauma they’d endured to catch up to them. He moved his arm and caressed her face, the simple act drawing a groan of agony. “I’ll cook you breakfast. Or lunch. Or…” he looked around, “maybe dinner, wow.”

  “No! I’ll cook, you’re in no shape to get out of bed!”

  He snorted softly. “And you are?”

  She answered with a tiny moan of defeat. “I’m not as banged up as you.”

  He groaned again, but this time the sound held the immense satisfaction of having her tucked safely in his arms, her delicious bottom snuggled against his groin, her spine pressing into his torso. She answered with a similar sound that Micah’s cock really liked. “God, I fucked you like an animal while you were injured.”

  She pushed her ass against his endless need and gave another sound that flooded his body with liquid heat. “Yes. Yes you did.” She reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked softly. “Thank you for that.”

  “Oh God.” The words croaked as he rolled his hips hard. “There is no pain in this world your touch can’t heal.”

  Sarah moaned and turned a little, draping a leg over his hip and pressing his cock to her heat.

  The inviting hot silk on his cock flipped the animal switch inside and Micah grabbed her hip, and sheathed himself deep and hard. Her sweet cry and arching body drew his groan. He devoured the sight of her erect nipples and jutting breasts before lowering his gaze to her perfect ass pressing into him. He lifted her leg and opened it wide, his eyes on fire as he watched himself inside her. He rolled his hips and released a shudder at the sight of her essence on his cock.

  He roamed her body with a hungry gaze, wanting the whole picture. His heart constricted at encountering the burned skin where his name had once been. “You’re so beautiful.” He skimmed his fingers over her parted lips, then down her neck. Agony speared him when she fluttered her fingers over her nipple and lowered her other hand to draw circles over her clit. “Fuck, Sarah.”

  She twirled her hips and tortured him with frantic little flicks and needy grunts, bringing a barbaric urge. His orgasm was suddenly there and he gritted his teeth, steeling the wave begging him to give in. He had to see her. See this. Her doing these things on him. Lost in passion and desire with him.

  He bucked his hips once and hit her core. Sarah cried out and arched her body again, straining her legs open wider.

  Micah clenched his eyes and jaw, dropping his head back. Her oh God fuck me brought a fire in him that was insane.

  He tried to focus, but her sweet constant hip twirling and flicking, and that ass grinding on him, slowly shredded his control.

  “Micah!” She wiggled her fingers on her clit faster. “It’s so hot, it’s so hot!”

  With a growl, his fingers bit into her leg and lifted her ass up for deep penetration. He opened his own leg and lifted his hips, giving her what she begged for, unrestrained and wild thrusts.

  “Yes! Yes!” Sarah’s scream accompanied the rapid wiggle of her fingers over her clit and Micah fought off his orgasm, needing her climax. But the sight of her perfect tits bouncing with his every plunge were his undoing.

  His orgasm gripped him and his thrusts turned absolute, deep, and grinding. It triggered Sarah’s end and her body bowed off the bed with her shriek of pleasure. He’d never felt anything like it, the vicious shuddering of her womb stole his mind and breath, marked him so hard, it broke him apart.

  He pulled her in his arms, wanting it to never end, wanting to climb inside her soul and hide in her love forever.

  ***

  Sarah eyed Micah at the little sink, her heart constricting at how slowly he moved. Images of them beating him raked through her brain. They’d hurt him so bad and made her watch before punishing her after. She’d vomited repeatedly until there was nothing but dry heaves and hoarse screams left.

  Fear and terror shuddered through her body at the reality they were in. On the run. From lunatics that would torture then sacrifice them to the devil for power. For power!

  She stared out the little window next to the table. “Soooo. You have any idea where we are?”

  He sat slowly at the tab
le and slid a cup of coffee to her then put his hand over hers, his thumb stroking her palm softly. He nodded at the wall. “According to the notes on that calendar, somewhere near Green Mountain state park.” Micah looked out the window, his green eyes deep and pensive like the forest around them. “The owner comes here in the winter from what I can tell. To trap.”

  Sarah’s gaze lowered over his chest, her stomach knotting at the blood seeping through the bandages. Again. “We need to quit…”

  He looked at her and the direct gaze made her heart skip a beat. He was so damn cute. Even more so with the dark hair along his jaw. He gave her a sexy grin, his eyes dropping to her chest, making the thin t-shirt feel not there under his hot gaze. “We need to quit what?”

  She bit her lip and flicked her finger at his chest with a small grimace. “You need to heal.”

  He looked down then back up with a semi incredulous chuckle. “I’m healing just fine, thank you.”

  “Micah,” she whined, “that’s not fine, that’s horrible. It hurts me to look at it.”

  “Then don’t look.”

  “Don’t look, how can I not look, it’s staring at me saying you’re killing him.”

  He gave her the biggest smile. “It does feel like I’m dying when you…” his brows furrowed in pain.

  “Stop it,” Sarah whispered, her face burning.

  He chuckled then winced.

  “See? You need to take it easy.”

  “Yes, I agree. But not making love to you would be a major setback to my health.”

  She lowered her gaze with a snort. “I don’t like hurting you.”

  She looked at him and the humor in his face slowly faded into raw emotion. “You’re saving me,” he said. “From the first day I met you, Doc.” He lowered his gaze, the words sounding strangled. “You’re…life for me, and hope.” He looked out the window and his jaw tensed before he stole her breath with a tear filled gaze. “You’re my heaven.”

  Joy and love constricted her chest. “Dear God,” she rasped, wiping tears from her cheeks. “You certainly deserve a little heaven.”

  Sarah jumped at how quickly he stood. He paced back and forth, then raked both hands in his hair.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He stopped at the little sink and braced his palms on the ledge, hanging his head. “What’s wrong,” he barely mumbled. “What’s wrong is me. What’s wrong is you with me.” He gave her only his profile. “What’s wrong is you thinking I could deserve anything good. What’s wrong is you not knowing who and what I am, what I’ve fucking done.” He turned, his face a mask of disgust. “Heaven is the last thing I deserve, Sarah. You. Good. Kindness, compassion. Maybe once upon a time I may have deserved it before I committed my life to Satan, maybe then, yes. I can suspend my own self-loathe for a moment to consider perhaps there was once. Upon. A time. That I might deserve any kind of goodness, but that is long long long fucking gone, like two hundred murders ago gone.”

  Sarah cringed. “But…you said you didn’t hurt innocent.”

  He stared at her like she missed a very glaring piece of information. “Sweetheart.” He shook his head with derisive incredulity. “I’m Number Seven. From the Order Of The Thirteen Angels.” His voice lowered to near pleading-- a what don’t you get begging. “I’ve killed so many people. Innocent?” His head shook with tear filled eyes. “How would I know what the fuck that even is? I’m a devil playing God. I killed wicked people. I turned a blind eye to the slaughter of innocent.” He raised his hands, palms before her. “My hands… and my heart… are drenched in blood.”

  Sarah shook her head. “There’s forgiveness for those who repent, Micah. That’s the point.”

  “The point?” He shook his head, his face crimped with confusion. “The point is me getting away with murder? Is that the point?”

  “It’s not like that. It’s about you learning, it’s about you making your decisions and learning.”

  “Learning what?” he yelled.

  Sarah bolted up. “That you’re not God!” she yelled back. “That is the great lie you’ve been told, isn’t it? That God doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, that if he was such a good God then he wouldn’t do this or that, so go ahead and be god, you do it, you make it all right.” She shook her head, tears falling. “You can’t,” she whispered. “You were not designed to be God. Only He is. But He will not force you to obedience.”

  He stared at her, looking heartbroken. “So he just stands by and watches us fall?”

  She swiped her tears. “He stands by and waits for you to return to Him. Like you are now. It’s just you and Him. Those He gave to take care of you? You’re parents? They failed. They failed Him when they failed you. But you’re a man now. Keeper of your own heart and mind. You can change your destiny.”

  It was like she spoke the most impossible paradox. “How?”

  She went to him and took his hands. “Let Him love you.”

  He closed his eyes with an anything but that reaction.

  “You have to. He can’t change your destiny until you let him change you.”

  “Change me?” The impossibility further confounded him.

  “He can. But you have to open yourself to it. The way you opened yourself to me.”

  Hope filled her at seeing those words find purchase inside him, something he could make sense of. He understood letting her in, he understood her love changing him. Then came the gasp of could it be that simple?

  Sarah nodded. “That’s all it takes.” She kept her voice soothing and soft. “It’s not complicated even though it feels like it is. I promise. It’s not. And I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”

  At those words, Micah crushed her in his embrace, pressing his face to hers. “I can do anything if you’re with me. God, I need you.”

  “He knew that sweetie. That’s why He sent you to me.”

  “Oh fuck,” he gasped, hugging her tighter. “He did?” He sobbed the shocked and broken words in her ear like he wanted so desperately to believe they were true.

  “Yes,” she cried back. “He did. I know this with all my heart. With everything I am. You are my purpose. He had a plan to help you all along, but the timing had to be right.”

  He set her before him, tears streaming, the desperate need for this to be true crimping his handsome face. “How do you know Sarah?”

  “Because when I’m with you, Micah… I feel him here,” she pounded her fist to her chest, “telling me… this daughter. This is what you’re here for. To help my son.”

  Micah stole her breath with his hungry kiss, holding her face tight in his hands, crying in her mouth. “For me?”

  She choked out a sob and nodded, clutching him tight to her. “Just for you!”

  Sarah felt his legs give out and she lowered to her knees with him, holding him. Holding him while he sobbed like a baby in her arms.

  Chapter Five

  Micah didn’t understand a lot of things, but the enigma of Sarah was one mystery he knew he’d never unravel. He’d just stare at it, be baffled and in awe. Clueless and overjoyed. She’d insisted he lay down and rest while she waited on him hand and foot. He complied mostly because she was right. If he was going to protect her, he needed to get as well as he could. It was their third day in the Heaven Shack as he’d come to call it.

  “Smells good,” he whispered, reaching for the bowl of vegetable soup she’d made for him with the left over cat.

  She moved the bowl out of his reach, sitting next to him. She got off to feeding him. And getting her off got him off, so it was a win-win. He just hated how stupid he felt.

  She’d found a little garden out the back door and after much begging, he let her pick from it while he watched with the shot gun, and now he’d get to taste her culinary talents, fully prepared to flat out lie.

  He tasted the bite she filled his mouth with. “Mmmm.”

  She eyed him, skeptical.

  “Not lying. Promise.” And he wasn’t.
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br />   She smiled like she’d won some amazing award and presented him another spoonful. He took it, his eyes lowering to her body, hidden in the long Johns. He thanked God she was okay and looked in such good health. Her wounds were healing well and she had a vibrant color in her cheeks and fucking gorgeous sparkle in her eyes.

  “What?” She bit her lip, looking at him.

  He grinned. “Just thinking how beautiful you are. How… blessed I am.” Now there was a new concept he’d have to get used to. Was sure he’d never.

  But the beautiful smile that won him made him forget everything but her. She fed him until it was all gone then took off his cover. “Oh.” She bit her lip at finding his cock standing tall.

  “Yeah. You feeding me does that.”

  “Does it?” She flashed him a coy look before carefully focusing on his bandage.

  “Yes.” He pushed hair behind her ear. “What’s for dessert?”

  She pulled his bandage down. “Ohhhh it looks so much better.” She carefully peeled it off. “How about we let it get some air for a bit.”

  “Whatever you say, doc.”

  She gave him a naughty glance that made his heart race. “As for dessert. What would you like?”

  Mmm. There was something he really wanted but wasn’t sure how she’d react. “I get to pick?”

  She nodded, biting her lower lip. “My patient can have anything he wants.”

  His cock throbbed at her tone, at her choice of words. Almost like she had a hunch. Did she? She was very perceptive. “Well…” he licked his lips. “…since you’re the doctor. Maybe you should… tell me what I need?”

  She slowly raised her brows with a sexy smile. His cock throbbed painfully as she got off the bed and slowly removed her clothes. “You know…” she went to the wall that held several bandannas and looked over her shoulder at him. “I’ve been thinking you’ve been a very bad patient.” She slowly took down four bandanas.