The Sacrifice (The Covenant)

by Azure Boone

“Fuck,” Micah whispered, his cock filling with pounding desire.

  She walked back to the bed, a look of pure naughty seduction in her eyes. “I think I need to teach you a few lessons.”

  He could only swallow and stare at her, too fucking excited to speak.

  She sat next to him. “What do you think?” She ran a finger slowly over the slit of his cock and Micah rolled his hips with a deep groan.

  “Yes,” he rasped. “Fucking punish me.”

  “Lay down flat on your back.”

  Micah eagerly did as she said. She tied him up to the small bed and he thanked God that it was small enough to tie his legs open too.

  She put her finger to her cheek in thought when she was done. “Hmmm. Now doesn’t this look very familiar.”

  Yes. She knew. She was so damn in tune to his needs. She fixed the pillow under his head so he could see easily. Then she climbed on the bed and knelt between his legs, drawing a ragged breath of excitement from Micah.

  She suddenly became the sultry goddess-of- ecstasy-and-drive-Micah-insane. She drew her pointer finger over the slit of his cock, hissing as she wet the thick ridge of his shaft until he groaned in need. She slid that finger down his cock and slowly over his balls. She locked gazes with him and continued further between his ass cheeks, biting her lip and moaning. The tip of her finger pressed on the forbidden exit and Micah bowed off the bed from the feeling. Foreign and yet so fucking exotic and hot coming from her.

  “Oh baby.” The hot whisper came with a gentle wiggle of her finger right on his butt. “Have you ever been touched here?”

  Never. And now he’d never wanted anything so badly. “God, no.” He groaned the words at seeing she wanted a response.

  The answer seemed to set her on fire and Micah choked on a groan when she dove on his cock with hunger. He thrust his hips, fighting to catch his breath while she sucked him with flawless perfection, whimpering with every plunge and press of his cock against her throat while one hand gripped the base and her other teased at his ass with pokes and prods that made him insane with urges he’d never had. Wanting her to go deeper the most strong and insane urge.

  She let his cock pop out of her mouth. “You like it?”

  He watched her, pulling at the ties on his arms, making the bed metal whine loudly. “Yes, fuck yes.”

  She gave a slow firm lick up his shaft. “I knew you would. And since you’ve been bad…” she crawled over his chest until both her knees were on either side of his head and he stared up at her beautiful sex. He suddenly thanked God for the razor she’d found. She’d put it to very good use and Micah couldn’t wait to feel those soft shaved lips on his. “You won’t get what you want. But what I want. And right now…” she twirled her hips right above his face and Micah leaned for it. She grabbed a hand full of his hair and forced his head back down. “Ah-ah,” she whispered. “When I say.” She slid her fingers over her folds, tormenting him. “Do you understand?”

  Micah panted through his desire, nearly delirious with want. “Yes.”

  She loved playing this role he saw. Which turned him on more. “Now close your mouth. And keep it closed.” He did, and she lowered her secrets to his lips. “Don’t. Move.” She twirled her soft folds on his mouth and Micah groaned in his effort to obey. He kept his eyes open, wanting to see her. She bit her lower lip and rubbed her fingers across her nipples while pressing her soft sex against his lips, forcing him to feel her but not partake. Fucking amazing. He inhaled her scent into him, never loving something so much, never needing something more. He pulled hard on the restraints when keeping his tongue in his mouth and his lips from sliding over hers became impossible.

  She retained a handful of his hair and pulled, thankfully moving his mouth on her. He watched the lines of her body bend like slow flowing liquid then choked on a groan when she slid the length of her slit along his nose then back down to his lips for firm grinding. She repeated the move and flicked her hips when the tip of his nose pressed into her clit.

  She moved back to his lips and he somehow managed to not move them. He waited, no, silently begged while his hips rolled with the desperate need to fuck her with his tongue.

  “Lick it. Right now.” She gritted the words and pulled his hair hard.

  Micah opened and growled in hunger all over her, lapping and sucking with a delirious fervor.

  She bucked on his mouth, moaning and crying out, very soon lost to the feeling. Hunger and maybe anger consumed him when she got off. He gasped and pulled at his restraints, wanting to take her. Make her. She saw it clearly and she loved it. Loved commanding him.

  Fuck, he loved her commanding him.

  “I’m going to fuck you. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes.” The word gushed with need.

  She got between his legs and grabbed hold of his cock. She stared at him while stroking along his shaft, one hand on the base, the other sliding firmly up and down, swirling her palm over the wet top, making him bow off the bed.

  She bit her lip and hissed as she flicked her middle finger over the slit and Micah growled with need. He grunted when he her finger reached his ass, the wet tip pressing. “This? This what you want?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  “Mmmm.” She bit her lower lip and pressed the tip of her finger inside him. Micah thrashed his head at the amazing feeling. She began jacking him off again, leaning to lick the slit on his cock. Micah yanked on the ties, wanting to ram it into her mouth, make her take it.

  She moaned in excitement at seeing it. “You want to make me baby?”

  He arched his back and thrashed again when she sank her finger deeper. “Fuck I do!”

  She gave a whimper of pity then gave the head a rapid and vigorous sucking, working her finger deeper inside him.

  The trauma gripped him and he let out a roar. “God, suck my cock! Fuck me!”

  She wrapped her hand hard on the base of his shaft and devastated him with a hot tight suction up and down over the thick head while moving her finger in and out of his ass. He came off the bed as he climaxed so fucking hard. He was vaguely aware that he broke his restraints and slammed Sarah to the mattress, pinned her arms above her head with one hand, and held her throat with the other. Then he fucked her with a ruthless absolution until she screamed with it. Until she came undone with it. Until she shattered with it. Until he made her utterly and selfishly and wholly his. All his and only ever fucking his. Ever.

  “Shit!” Sarah cried right after.

  Micah pulled her back into his arms when she tried to scramble up to inspect his wounds. Still winded, he kissed her forehead. “I’m okay.” He wasn’t, but he was. His cuts had opened and he didn’t care. At the moment.

  “It’s not fine! Micah, you’re bleeding.”

  He forced her worried head back to his shoulder and held it. “Shhhh. Please don’t ruin the best time of my life.”

  She stilled and turned her head up with a sweet moan.

  He rolled his eyes. “And don’t ruin it with pitiful sounds either.”

  “It’s not pity it’s…”

  “Pity.”

  “Amazement.”

  “Pitiful amazement.”

  “Noooo.” She nipped his still raging pulse at the base of his neck softly. “Just… amazed…”

  “Pity.”

  She snickered and bit his shoulder, sending Micah’s heart rate into an immediate frenzy. “God. Woman.”

  “Mmmm.” She slid her foot along his leg. “You didn’t know the good doctor knew how to be bad, did you.”

  Micah grabbed her jaw and turned it to him, needing to kiss her, no, taste her. “You were so wicked.” He grinned on her mouth at how funny that concept was with her. “My little naughty butterfly.”

  She smiled back. “I did good, didn’t I?” She pecked softly at his lips. “I’ve been fantasizing about it since I tied you up.”

  “Dear God,” he groaned, sliding his hand possessively over the curve of her spine, then ass. “Tha
t was certainly new for me.”

  “And the… butt thing wasn’t too ew?”

  He choked on incredulity. “If you’d asked me yesterday if I liked that, I would have laughed.”

  “I didn’t think I did either until you did it. Now, I love the feeling. Well the combination. It’s not the same unless you’re… doing other things to me.”

  “Yes.” Micah’s cock was already hard again. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

  “I feel that.” She smiled and put her hand on his butt and pressed them closer.

  “You are surprisingly strong.” He hooked his leg over hip and drew her close, pushing his cock into her stomach. She grabbed his hair and the memory of her grinding her sweet pussy on his face hit his body like a tidal wave of insanity. He rolled onto her and saw the fear in her gaze. “Did I hurt you when I…”

  Her brow furrowed. “No, no. I loved it.” She lowered her gaze. “Can we please see about your wounds?”

  God, he loved her. She wasn’t afraid of him. Only of hurting him. Micah tended her sweet lips with delicate kisses. She was so very precious. Innocent. Perfect. And he could hardly believe she was his. “You win doc.”

  He groaned as he rolled off. His desire for her was lethal. To him mostly. He’d fuck them both into the grave if it had its way.

  Micah mourned as she got up and grabbed the long johns. “Can’t you stay naked?”

  She paused briefly, seriously considering. “I don’t think so, sir. I’d have to tie you up.” His cock jumped at the idea and she winced. “Sorry.” She bit her lower lip with a sweet smile. “You really like that, don’t you.”

  “Now that’s a piss poor term for what that does to me.” He angled his head, watching her succulent ass disappear beneath the obnoxiously huge material.

  She put her hands on her hips and stared at him with no top. She meant to be funny with how high she’d pulled up the pants. But those perfect tits hammered his groin with a decadent fury.

  She covered them with both hands and he rolled his gaze up to hers, ready to take control. She gasped and pointed a warning finger at him. “Please. Let me see to your wounds and I promise to do whatever you want after.”

  Micah grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, opening his legs. “You promise?”

  “I—”

  Panic seized Micah and he flew off the bed, shoving Sarah behind the small couch as he reached the shotgun next to the table. The door burst open and Micah blew a hole through the first dark figure. “Run!” Micah turned the gun into a bat and swung at the next threat, praying Sarah did as he said. Praying there weren’t many of them. He counted four Hell Hounds. A scouting party. Hope fueled him.

  Two down.

  Micah grappled with one and execution instincts took him. He maneuvered him into a choke hold and dug his fingers into his trachea, setting off a series of panicked thrashing. He locked his legs and stole his knife then plunged it into his heart.

  Sarah’s scream slammed him with terror. He spun to the last Hell Hound holding a knife at her throat. Micah held his enemies blade, rising slowly. Take her alive. That was the directive or she’d be dead.

  It would be the first and only time he was grateful for their sick sacrifice rituals.

  He slowly moved to the right and his enemy turned with her. She was his shield now. The hound knew his seconds were numbered. He knew he was dead, his every breath a countdown to zero. That’s what you did when you stood in opposition to The Executioner. “Don’t bother praying.”

  The man shoved Sarah toward him and ran. Micah threw his blade and the bastard grunted and stumbled, reaching for the knife buried in his spinal cord.

  Sarah squealed and covered her mouth.

  “The death was clean. Not cruel.” Much to Micah’s disappointment.

  She grabbed him. “We need to leave. They’re going to come, get dressed! Hurry!”

  He kissed her. “Those are my lines, sweetheart.”

  “Oh God, Micah, hurry.”

  They both saddled up then Micah stripped the men, bagged all their weapons, and disabled their tracking gear. He looked at the bodies, and a fit of rage took him. Sarah screamed as he diabolically carved them up with the knife. When he was done, he straightened, winded.

  “Why?” The word sobbed out as she looked at the carnage.

  “The crucifix in their chests tells them I’ve seriously defected.” He heaved and looked around. “Their un-clean deaths say I’m still The Executioner. And I’m very fucking pissed.”

  Micah grabbed her hand and hurried away from the cabin, zigzagging in the woods. Using the compass, they ran in a general south westerly direction. They needed to go where it was warm. It was the end of summer, and getting caught in that part of the country in winter would be tragic.

  Chapter Six

  “Oh God, stop.”

  Micah turned at Sarah’s weak plea and looked all around. Dread kept his adrenalin at peak levels. All he had to do was imagine what happened if they got caught. If they were sacrificed, the torture would be the worst part. He’d kill her first. He dropped the bag and held her, looking around, panting for wind. “We can’t stop. We have to keep moving.”

  “Don’t you think…” she coughed into his chest, “that we lost them?”

  “I think they’re hot on our asses, that’s what I think. I think any moment the trees or the ground will open up and all hell will rain down on us and they’re going to take your life in a horrific way.”

  She whimpered and gripped his shirt. “Don’t let them Micah.”

  He looked into her upturned face and swallowed agony only able to nod. He stooped and grabbed the bag and pushed on. On and on and on until Sarah collapsed from fatigue. Fuck, they had little food and water. He needed to ration carefully.

  Micah put her against a tree after checking the area. He still felt like it’d be just his luck that they were bit by a snake or some other random shit while running from the Hell Hounds. He put the water to her cracked lips and she drank without opening her eyes. He got the thermos of left over cat soup and made her drink a little of it.

  He sat next to her and pulled her into his arms so she could rest. Fifteen minutes. Night was coming. He needed to find some place to hide.

  Micah fought the exhaustion pulling at his eyelids. If he fell asleep, he’d never wake up in fifteen minutes. Sarah was out cold in a deep sleep already and he stroked her head, thanking her God. He still couldn’t see Him as his. Didn’t feel right in the least.

  Micah thought back to the first time he’d met Sarah in the hospital. He’d played the lunatic quite well. It was the first time he’d attempted anything like it, but everything about the thirteenth wife had to be unique. At least to him. It was a kind of celebration to be done with the tradition he’d grown weary of. They’d all succumbed to him so easily before her. Just as she had. Only with her, she was a little too smart. He’d wanted a challenge for a change. Not just an emotional female with flashing sexual buttons he pressed to make her his robot. All of them had been so predictable and easy. And the depth of their faith was never deeper than his coin or cock could purchase.

  Micah thought about Shelly. No, Sheila. Wife number seven. The only girl out of the twelve before Sarah that hadn’t worked out. They’d moved her to a psych ward when she’d fallen into depression. Micah never thought much about it before. Why had she fallen into despair? What was she so troubled about? Was it the whole rejecting her faith?

  Something told him yes. That’s exactly what it was. She tried to go back and the demons tormented her.

  Micah had thought it good in a way that his seventh wife was a bad egg in the end. The irony fit his life. The remaining of the wives lived happily married with kids somewhere. He knew that because if they defected he’d have been required to execute them. That was his duty as Husband of the Wives in their little Order.

  If he made it through all of this, he needed to check on that poor girl.

  He shook his head in
wonder. Why hadn’t he ever once considered the purpose of it all? More power, yes, but why hadn’t he considered the implications of their actions, their coven’s principal? To find Christians and get them to renounce their God that he’d been told was just another power Player. If he was so harmless, why did they go through such great lengths to get humans from Him?

  Micah checked his watch and kissed Sarah’s temple. “Wake up sleepy head. I love you,” he whispered, pressing kisses along her cheek next.

  “You need to sleep,” she moaned.

  “I will. Soon.” He helped her up. “It’s going to get dark soon, we’ll go a little more and find someplace to sleep.”

  She stumbled forward. “Good. The trees are looking a lot like five star hotels.”

  Micah shouldered the bag, his kitty cuts oozing with the movement. Terror zapped his spine as a blast of wind from an arrow streaked across his cheek. Micah jerked Sarah into a full run, heading for the sound of the water he’d heard for the past hour. Dread slammed him when he reached a cliff. He looked all around for a place to hide, searching over the ledge.

  “You can’t escape the Hunter, brother.”

  Micah jerked right. Scythe was in the trees. Hiding. Son-of-a-bitch. An arrow jetted toward him and Micah roared in pain when it slammed into his shoulder. Sarah screamed, looking around for the bastard. Fuck, this was it. He wasn’t going to let him take her. Micah yanked the arrow out, fear sending his adrenaline into overdrive.

  “Sarah,” Micah whispered.

  She looked at him, her eyes frantic. “Tell me what to do, tell me!”

  “I can’t let them take you. They’ll make you suffer and die very slowly.” Micah roared as another arrow tore through his leg. He was maiming him.

  Sarah screamed and cried, wrapping her arms around him to protect him.

  “Sarah, I love you.” Micah unsheathed his knife. “I’m going to do it quick baby. You won’t hurt. I promise.”

  “Micah!” she screamed. “I don’t want to die!”

  He clenched his eyes. “I can’t fucking let them take you.”

  Sarah ran toward the trees with a shriek of agony. “You can’t have him!” She spun around and stared at Micah, her eyes wide and wild with desperation. Micah’s heart accelerated at seeing her intent. She ran at him and the notion of plunging to their death together gave him a near rabid joy. He opened his arms, eager for the slam of her body into his.