by Azure Boone
“Okay, stop right there,” Micah cut in. “They sinned, why not punish them and be done, why not create another woman instead of damning everybody.”
“I thought the very same thing,” she gasped. “I thought, God, why not start over? Why let this one screw up mess up the whole plan? Then I’m thinking, wait a minute. If this God really did create everything then it’d make a lot of sense to assume he knew what the fuck he was doing, right? Plausible. Very.”
Micah licked his lips, ready to eat her in her chair if she got any fucking sexier. Her passion for god moved through her body like a fire. A fire that Micah wanted to taste and tame. Then conquer.
“Are you read for this?” she said, sitting forward in her chair. “God damned the entire world for the sins of one man so that He could come back later, and…free the entire world by one. Man’s. Righteousness!” She flopped back in her chair with a grin and took another swig. “He’s the fucking bomb if you ask me.”
Micah had to chuckle. She was priceless. And beautiful. “What if I don’t take his Jesus pill?”
She pffed. “That’s fine, your loss, you don’t have to have it.”
“But according to you, if I want heaven, I do. It’s all conditional.”
“Yeah, and? It’s His heaven, His plan, you take the Jesus pill or you don’t go. You don’t like it? Make your own damn Heaven and Earth and show Him how it’s done, otherwise, take the free gift, the free Jesus pill.”
Micah shook his head, needing to steer this in another direction, this angle wasn’t panning out very well and he was getting impatient and agitated with her Theology. “Even the Jesus pill is conditional.”
“Well if you want to say that having to ask for the free gift is conditional, then yeah, be a douche. And yes, you have obligations after you accept the gift to keep it.”
“More conditions.”
“Stop being an ass. And it’s not conditions so much as a formula.”
“Formula.” He couldn’t keep the anger out of his tone, the shit she was saying was all pointless as far as he was concerned.
“Yes, Micah, formula. Everything has order and is bound by laws, even the chaos theory is ordered chaos. Things are what they are, and the plan of redemption comes with its rules and laws, deal with it.”
His cock and jaw hardened with her aggression and Micah nailed her with his gaze. “I envy god. To have your love and devotion…” he gasped a light laugh and stood, needing more air than the fucking planet had to offer. “That’s a real treasure.” One he needed if he were going to save her from torture and death.
“So tell me,” she said. “All that stuff you told me in therapy…was it all bullshit?”
Micah shook his head. “The only part that wasn’t true was me killing my little brother. My parents did that. I only wished I had killed him to keep them from using him. But I got revenge for him. I killed both of them and used their blood as payment to enter this coven. I never agreed with using innocence for power.”
Sarah was quiet for a few seconds before whispering, “And yet… here I am.”
Micah looked at her. “You were to be my last and I always pick women I feel are…”
“Weak?”
“Weak in the way they need in order to be spared.”
“So sorry to disappoint.”
“Me too,” he mumbled, looking out at the ocean, wanting to drown himself in it.
”Well, for what it’s worth sweetheart, I have no regrets. I know how sick that must sound coming from a level headed psychologist, but…I have come to realize one thing where you are concerned.”
Micah turned to look at her.
“I was meant to be here. Right here. Right now.”
“What are you saying? That god destined you to be sacrificed for him?” Fury ignited in his blood.
She shrugged. “Don’t know the details, only know it was meant.”
Micah watched her, relaxing in the moonlight, countenance of an angel. He suddenly wanted to strangle her. Why was she being so obstinate? If her god was so great and loving, then he’d not require this. And if she was so fucking smart, she’d know that. What she was doing was pointless, she didn’t gain, and god didn’t gain a damn thing. Neither did the coven, nobody won. So what if they broke another delusional Christian, what was the fucking point? There was nothing worth what was coming her way. Nothing.
Chapter Eight
Micah gripped the rails with both hands, ready to scream, fighting the desperation slowly eating away at him.
“Mmm,” Sarah sighed. “Such a beautiful night, Micah.”
“Sarah…” Micah took a deep breath, fighting for strength to stay calm. “We really need to talk.”
“No. We don’t.” More stubborn oblivion.
His jaw hardened and his patience slipped. He wouldn’t let her do this. He couldn’t. He needed to convince her that she belonged to him, utterly and completely, god did not fit into the equation.
“Listen to me Sarah.”
“What do you want from me, and don’t say my soul, or I’ll vomit all over your feet.”
Micah’s fury took him. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want. Your soul!” he thundered down at her. “If you never wanted to see me again, that’s fine, I don’t care, just so you’re alive! Do you understand me!”
She refused to look at him and it infuriated him.
“Sarah. They will be here in the morning. And when they arrive, it will be too late.”
She jerked her gaze to his, anger making it sparkle in the moonlight. She shot up from her chair and glared up at him.
Without warning, he took her mouth in a ravenous kiss, sinking his fingers in her hair and pulling her head back sharply while yanking at her dress. He ripped the material down over her shoulders and exposed her breasts.
He broke the kiss and she gasped. Micah stared down into her drunken gaze and slid his fingers over her breasts, letting his thumb and pinky graze both nipples.
She moaned, a thick and sultry sound.
He growled and dipped his head, covering one hard peak with a hot suction. She clutched at his head, maybe aiming to pull his hair, only to him she was a graceful feline, pawing and raking his scalp with hungry nails, mewling and wanton.
“Micah.”
The sound of his name that way, drove him to fury. She needed him so desperately and yet refused. Maybe it was time to stop playing nice. And just take what was his. She was his. And he’d just have to prove it to her.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Sarah.”
She responded with a shocked gasp as he lifted her in his arms and carried her inside. He tossed her on the bed and undressed. “Take off your clothes.”
He was pretty sure he saw the shiver in her body, the confusion and worry in her face, the question what is he going to do? He wanted her scared. And at the same time, he was willing to bet that desire dripped between her legs. Timidly, she did as he said until she knelt there in those white lace panties. Perfection. He paced slowly around the bed, wanting a view of her at every glorious angle.
“On your stomach.”
She hesitated.
Micah lunged for her and flipped her over before she could even scream. Gasping into the bed, she clutched a handful of covers, body and thighs quivering. He pressed one hand down hard on the center of her upper back, giving her a clear message. Do as I say, or else.
“Open your legs. Very wide.”
She timidly did as he said, not hesitating.
“Much wider.”
She grunted, opening them as wide as she could. Micah’s cock throbbed painfully. She aroused him unlike any woman ever in his life. He sat there, marveling over the power she had over him without even trying.
“Move your ass. Like you did when you made me suck you.”
She hesitated and he brought his hand down hard on her butt. She screamed, the sound of shock and pain. By her whimpers, he finally had her afraid. She trembled as she rolled her hips and flicked them.
He whispered his hand along her inner thighs, then slid a finger under the thin fabric at her folds. “So wet. This is exactly what you want.”
She gave a desperate moan into the covers, moving her hips still.
Her sweet surrender made him dizzy even as she gripped the covers tighter.
“Lift your ass higher.” She hesitated and he spanked her hard again, making her scream. “Lift it.”
She did, her moaning whimpers a steady stream in his ears.
He ripped away her panties, the thin fabric tearing easily. Reaching under her hips, Micah lifted her off the bed, bringing her ass high into the air. She grunted and gasped, the sound of worry as he stared at her beauty before him. Especially the cute entrance of her ass.
He buried his mouth and nose on her, groaning hungrily as he shoved his tongue inside her secrets, vigorously pulling and pushing her onto his face while pressing his nose right onto her adorable butt. She didn’t like that and squirmed to get away from the new sensation. He slid his tongue up and licked it.
“Micah!” She tried to prevent him, squeezing her bottom tight. He growled at her resistance and bit her butt cheek.
She gave a sharp cry. “Micah, please!”
“Please,” he muttered right on her. “Please what? This?”
He pushed his tongue into the insanely tight hole and groaned at how perfect she was. That was heaven. His heaven.
It only took her a few seconds to realize how good it felt. He moaned, a knowing sound right on her as he felt and heard the change in her. Yes.
He returned to devouring her Eden until she cried out and trembled from the intense assault. Like an electrical storm, he worked her over, delicate and teasing one moment, intense and ruthless the next. He forced her to that edge where she didn’t care about anything but having what he gave.
“Yes, God, yes.” She lifted higher for it, squirmed for the fiery flicks of his tongue. “Micah, Micah, I’m—”
He gasped and pulled away. “No you’re not.” The whisper, though commanded, came out hoarse.
Sarah clutched the covers as he lowered her body. She sucked in her breath when he pressed the broad tip of himself at her entrance. “Lift your ass for it. I’m going to fuck you this way. Deep. And hard.”
As if his words stroked her very core, her body clenched the tip of his cock. He grit his teeth and dug his fingers into her waist, waiting for the climatic wave to recede.
He smacked her ass and she jumped, again clamping down on him. He throbbed in her opening and raked his fingers over the burning tender skin he’d just spanked. She undulated her hips even as she gave worried moans. Micah stroked his fingers along her spine, slow and hard, warning of what was about to come.
She shuddered and he stared at the red skin on her butt unable to resist gliding silky fingers over it.
“Micah.”
The passion in her voice sent his emotions on a spinning wheel. He went from angered, to confused, to heartbroken, then to furious.
He dug his nails into her soft waist and jerked her onto him. Pain and pleasure filled her sharp cry. Micah fought his orgasm, his breaths and groans labored as he teetered on the edge, desperate to plunge into her sweet body without stopping. Not yet, not fucking yet.
He snaked his hand up along her spine and then into her hair before making a tight fist. He pulled her head back just a little. Enough to send her the message that she was his. To do as he pleased. To dominate. To own. Soul or not, he owned her.
“Yes,” she gasped, bowing under his will.
His head spun a little. “Spread your arms wide.”
She stretched her arms out on the bed. Micah fell forward, his hands binding her arms in the crucifix position. With his cock buried inside her, he placed his mouth at her ear. “Tell me,” he whispered, moving in a deep grinding motion inside her silky fire. She gasped, her perfect butt pushing hard against him. He flicked his hips in dominant response, hitting her core, loving the way she cried out when he did that. Micah nibbled at the shell of her ear. “Tell me, Sarah. Tell me what I need to hear.” His voice trembled as her impossible heat sucked him, draining his restraint. He pulled out to put distance but the way she lifted her ass and moaned, made him forget everything.
He plunged back in and immediately lost control. Looking down between them, he watched her perfect butt as he moved with a reckless abandon, her screams only fueling him. They were filled with his name and he realized he’d never be the same because of it, she was altering his body, his mind, his world, his universe.
“Tell me!” he roared. His orgasm claimed him and he thrust into her wildly.
“I love you!” She screamed the words at the top of her lungs and Micah’s entire world came apart around him.
Collapsing onto her, he buried his face on her shoulder unable to keep the sobs from taking him. She loved him. That was her answer, the only thing she knew, all that mattered. She loved him.
“I love you,” she wailed, into the covers. “I love you.”
Chapter Nine
“What are you doing?” Sarah sat up in bed, wondering how long she’d slept. She looked over his shoulder.
“Looking for something.” He turned the pages of a huge book, scanning.
“What are you looking for?”
“Exceptions to the Sifting rules. Anything that I can use to stop this since you’re too fucking dense to renounce.”
The bite in his tone didn’t bother her. She understood. She traced along his scars on his back and he sighed. “Please don’t. You’re not helping.”
She stopped. “Okay. What can I do?”
“Besides renounce? Well, not making me want to fuck you while we only have hours before your death would be helpful.”
She got on her knees and rubbed his shoulders. He turned in the bed and looked at her. “What the fuck are you not getting?”
She huffed and plopped down on the bed. “Sorry, just trying to make you feel better.”
“Me feel better, you’re the one that is going to die here, at what point will you begin to fucking care?”
“I do care, I’m just…”
“Just what?”
“Not scared,” she hollered back at him. “Sue me!”
He tossed the book on the floor and paced, raking his hand in his thick hair. “Maybe you’ll care when they start torturing you, maybe then you’ll realize I was right to be freaking out, is that…is that how you plan to go about this?”
She got out the bed and picked up the big book. “Okay fine, how about I help you look?” She began scanning the pages. “Oh wow, is this Latin?”
“Yes,” he mumbled, his voice hollow.
She looked up at him. “I…I don’t know a whole lot of Latin.” She put the book aside, staring at his chest. He put his hands on his hips and sighed. She raised her gaze to find his head lowered and shaking. “What?”
“You,” he whispered.
“Me…what?”
He looked at her, his gaze on fire with something that made Sarah tingle. Whatever it was it was intense. She loved him intense.
“Just look at you.”
“Okay, enough with the derogative tone.”
He responded with raised brows and an incredulous laugh.
“Oh what the fuck, Micah, are we going to fight right up until my death, or what?”
“Stop talking that way,” he pointed at her, warning.
“Well stop being…”
“Terrified out of my mind? Wondering why the hell you aren’t?”
She flopped down on the bed, frustrated. And guilty. “Sorry, I’m just… what do you want me to do, I…just want you right now.”
He was suddenly at the bed. Then on the bed, his entire body poised over hers. Her legs opened in natural response and her hands took off on their own, hungrily stroking his silky skin, liking the feel of his scars under her fingers. He leaned and kissed her. “You,” he breathed, nipping softly at her lips, “are an anomaly to me.” H
e gasped and took her mouth with dominance.
The assault on her senses made her forget everything but him. Just what she wanted. She stroked along his chest, her fingers fluttering over his scarred abs. “I need you, Micah,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body into his. Okay, she was terrified, but didn’t want to voice it. She kissed him hungrily, the only communication she cared to use.
Micah gasped and rolled off of her, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Sarah, please. We don’t have time.”
She arched her back, fluttering her fingertips back and forth over her breasts, moaning, enticing. He looked back, his handsome face harshened with the promise of unrestrained desire. “I want you deep inside me, please.” Her hips undulated with a very real and licking heat. A maddening heat that made her desperate for him. She wanted him to suck her right where it was hot, wanted his perfect full mouth on her. She envisioned the amazing way it had looked when he ate her in the tub, rocking her hips faster and faster until he sucked and licked the orgasm right from her.
She felt his hand slowly making its way up her dress, his eyes never moving from her breasts. “Don’t stop,” he rasped. At encountering her naked parts, he groaned, a sound of pure agony. With the most delicate touch, he teased at her sensitive folds just enough to drive her mad. She thrust her hips up for more pressure. Determined to drive him crazy back, she pulled the dress down over her breasts. The material being a little tight, forced her mounds to jut up.
At seeing it, he hissed, his dark brows drawn hard as she very slowly teased at her tips, strumming all her fingers over them.
He stood quickly and removed his pants, his gaze never leaving her hands and breasts. Mmm. She liked this power. Arching her back she let her eyes flutter shut.
“Sarah.” It was a desperate plea, an endless longing. It was Micah needing her.
Emboldened, she opened her legs wide and pulled her knees back. His torment doubled when she swirled her finger over that boiling bud. He suddenly loomed over her again, his beautiful naked body between her legs. Yes.
Reaching down, he very gently rubbed himself along her privates, making her crazy with want. She slid her hands along his sides and back, biting her lip in hunger at feeling the hard ripple of muscle beneath that silky skin. Glorious. That’s what he was.
