Blood of the Infinity War (Afterlife saga Book 8)

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by Stephanie Hudson


  “By the Gods woman, you are entertaining!” he told me once he calmed enough to speak through his laughter. It was at this point where shame started to sink in and my embarrassment morphed into annoyance.

  “Look, let’s just forget I said anything,” I told him sternly and then shifted to step out of the pool without looking at him. The next thing I knew he was grabbing me from behind, chuckling as if this was the most fun he’d had in years.

  “Oh, but that would be difficult indeed, as it is not something I am likely to ever forget or even allow to happen as it felt gifted from the Heavens, for I don’t remember a time I have ever laughed so hard.” I had to admit hearing this did have my confidence doing a little happy dance in my head and giving my inner vixen a high five, taking one for the team. Then Draven pulled me tighter to him and pushed all my hair back from my forehead so that he could look at me from the side.

  “You are such light in the darkness, that even the most mundane of things seems like a reason for waking with the rising sun,” he said as he walked me back into the pool, with his arms still around me. Well after saying all that then how could I ever find myself mad with him for laughing. He had such a way with words that I would find myself lucky to have any bottom lip left by the end of my time here.

  “But in answer to your very generous request, then the pleasure would be all mine to allow such.” he told me, resuming his earlier position, and handing me a different cloth this time, as I understood he wouldn’t want to smell of roses, like I did. No, this cloth smelled all male, a mixture of cloves, wood, citrus and even a hint of mint.

  “Umm, alright, but could I ask for another request to be granted?” I asked, swallowing hard at the sight of all those delicious looking muscles that I would soon get to touch, although something I didn’t think I could do if he didn’t grant me my next wish.

  “It seems I am incapable of denying you anything Little Lamb, so I can see this time to be no different…ask of me what you desire,” he said and then nodded for me to do so.

  “Can you close your eyes?” I asked making him do the very opposite. He gave me a puzzled look and it was almost as if he thought I was tricking him. What did he think I would do, wait for him to close his eyes and then leg it?!

  “You do not wish for me to look at you?” he asked as this was an utterly foreign concept for him. So, I decided to be honest and told him.

  “You make me nervous.” Oh, and boy did he like this reply, so much so it wasn’t just his purple eyes that told me, he voiced it as well.

  “Good, for hearing such pleases me greatly.”

  “Why?” I asked, shocked by his bold statement, one that should have sounded more like a confession if you asked me.

  “Because it is not simply the taste in which the flavours of your body gift me, in both your blood or in your sweet release that I am addicted too…” Oh God, if he didn’t stop soon he would be ‘Gifted’ with that release again! But of course, he didn’t stop.

  “…No, but it is also in watching you and discovering all the hidden treasures that you grant me without knowing, most of which occur thanks to ‘me making you nervous’. For I relish the sight of each blush like the blooming of a flower across your delicate pale skin. A sight that after today, will forevermore make me want to bite you and taste for myself the very lifeforce of where such an addiction stems, one the likes of no other.” After this I couldn’t help my reaction as I threw away all caution by jumping on him. Then I buried my head in his chest and let out a groan, wondering what on earth was I going to do with this man!

  His body froze under what must have seemed like a strange reaction and he whispered my name in unsure tones.

  “Nāzanin? Are you well?” I actually laughed and then grumbled into his chest a muffled,

  “No.” Then I raised my face to his, no longer caring about punishing my bottom lip and said,

  “You will make my cheeks melt from the bone and my heart burst if you keep saying things to me as sweet and beautiful as that,” I told him honestly and the smile he gave me was unlike any other. He looked so touched by my reaction to his words that he looked close to biting his own lip.

  “Then I will continue to do so, for I want your heart full of the love I wish to bestow on you.” At this I let my head fall to his chest and mumbled a,

  “You did it again!” This time making him laugh and my whole body shook because of it.

  “So, does this mean I get my wish?” I asked still not looking up at him, but instead pulling back a little and running my fingertip in between his pecks, before grazing it lightly over his dark, small nipple. The little rumble I heard made me smile before I looked up at him, giving him what I hoped was ‘Puppy dog eyes’. This time it made him groan.

  “It is a hard wish to grant, for I am selfish and usually take what I want, but on this occasion, then yes, for the pleasure I receive with your touch will make up for the loss,” he said, taking hold of my chin and giving it a playful shake before he eased back for me to start. I watched him rest his head against the stone lip surrounding the pool and he closed his eyes as I had asked of him. Then he stretched out his arms along the sides and I had to lick my lips at the sight. I even saw him smirk a little when I released a sigh at the image he created. He looked like a borrowed toy I wanted to play with and never give back.

  “I await you touch, little one,” he reminded me after a moment of just basking in the sight of his God like body. He was perfection.

  So, taking his impatience into account I shifted over, placing each knee next to his thigh, once again straddling him. Then, not liking the idea of him being uncomfortable, I made the decision to do something about it first. I placed a hand on his shoulder to steady myself and reached over to where I could see folded fabrics waiting for our use for drying no doubt. I grabbed the top one and pulled back to see he had his eyes open, staring down at where one of my breasts was level with his lips. I cleared my throat and said,

  “Tut, tut, Arsaces, you’re not playing by my rules,” I teased and he laughed once and said,

  “No, but I find I am enjoying the game greatly, along with the bountiful view.” I laughed once and then I lowered myself down slightly, so that it no longer looked as though I was silently begging him to take my nipple into his mouth and ‘play with me’ in the best way possible. No, instead of teasing him with my feminine body parts, I reached around to his neck and applied a little pressure, making him open his eyes.

  “For your head,” I told him softly and once again it seemed as if I had surprised him. Seriously, had no one ever tried to take care for him before?

  “You worry for my comfort, sweetest one?” he asked, this time calling me the very meaning of the name he had gifted me.

  “But of course, now do as your told. Lift your head, close your eyes and let me tend to you this time.” I told him ending my demands on a whisper. From the looks of things, I doubted very much that he had ever taken orders from a woman before…or anyone for that matter. Which was why he raised a single eyebrow at me now, one I laughed at and then added a hopefully seductive,

  “Please” to it, in hopes it would help ease his mighty royal ego. However, he seemed to be teasing me with his actions as he simply answered,

  “I live only to serve you, my demanding little lamb.” Thankfully he missed the blush of this statement, because he did as he was told and closed his eyes. And so, the joy of my chosen task began, and it felt heavenly. Although from the sounds of things I wasn’t the only one who relished in the feel of what I was doing. Every now and then he would make a little rumbling noise, especially as I shifted my weight across a certain ‘hard’ area of his. But my favourite part about it was not only did I get to touch him freely and explore his body from an ancient time. But I also got to look upon him without that intense gaze staring back at me.

  I could simply take in every hard line of muscle as I ran the wet cloth over each part of his solid torso. One that no doubt had been worked hard fi
ghting in battle and didn’t he just have the body for such things…my, oh my. I felt like whistling as I quickly became fascinated with washing his rock-hard abs. In fact, I must have been getting carried away with this area because the next thing I knew he was clearing his throat and my head snapped up to see that it seemed as if he had been watching me for some time longer than I hoped.

  “You cheated,” I told him making him shrug his shoulders and then he grabbed me to him, so that he could speak next to my ear in a rumbling voice, thick with need,

  “I never spoke of playing fair.” Then he locked a fist in my hair and silently demanded a kiss from me, one I was oh so ready to give him.

  After this mind consuming kiss of his, he decided enough was enough and he guided me out of the pool so that he could first dry me before drying himself. I was half tempted to ask him why he still had his trousers on but my look must have given my silent question a voice.

  “It is safer to trap temptation than to tempt it and with you naked in my arms, then I feared that temptation to be too much to leave in the hands of chance and rightly so, all things considered.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked timidly, as I clutched the long strip of fabric to my bare body.

  “What I mean, my beauty, is that my cock has been as hard as my blade since first getting a mere glimpse of that silky pale skin of yours and the first time I take you and brand myself to your soul, well…it won’t be in a place where I wash away the death I brought forth this day or any other,” he said casting an arm out to the pool of water we just shared our time in. And regarding what he just said, well…okay, what does a girl say to that I wondered? I mean Jesus, just hearing Draven saying the word ‘cock’ had me near begging for it, bath or no bath, battle or no battle!

  “But I must say, keep looking at me in that lustful way, sweet girl and I fear my restraint will take my reasons and swiftly put an end to such sentiments or gentle notions.” Right, well now I completely understood the ‘bathing in trousers’ thing and I had to say, that even now, it didn’t look that ‘trapped’ as it was, so maybe not pushing him too much was a wiser decision. He cleared his throat once again to gain my attention as I had shamefully been staring at his erection. My head snapped up as if attached to a coil of wire and the look he gave me turned me crimson in a heartbeat.

  “Umm…I guess that includes not looking at…um… it …I will just, turn this way and give you some privacy,” I told him in a high-pitched voice turning around, this action once again, caused a raucous laughter from him.

  “Upon my mighty Gods, give me the strength that is needed not to take her right here and now!” I heard him say and I looked back over my shoulder to see him with his head up, looking at the domed ceiling. I couldn’t help but love the idea that he was finding it so much of a challenge trying not to have sex with me. Well if this was the case then my mission would be over before I knew it. Of course, then came the really hard part and that would be trying to escape my new lover…who also just happened to be my husband but just didn’t know it.

  Seriously though, I think if I ever sat down with a shrink and talked about my current issues, they would probably be the ones to find themselves needing therapy. Either that or I would find myself in a loony bin quicker than I could say Jiminy Cricket! Well, at least if that ever happened I knew a pretty scary bunch of people who could bust me out of the joint.

  That was if Draven ever forgave me for all of this when I got home. I had to admit, it was a depressing thought if he didn’t, not considering it seemed my fate had been sealed, starting with a considerably shorter life span. Of course, during all this mental turmoil, I had noticed that two things had happened. The first being that Draven had already dried and dressed, in the loosest sense of the word, as it was simply a loose pair of trousers that tied at one side. The second was that he was now watching me and he looked to be trying to see if it was possible to break into my mind and steal away my thoughts for himself.

  “I… don’t have anything to wear?” I told him, hopefully letting him know this was the only thing on my mind. Okay, so with the look he gave me it didn’t look likely, but a girl could hope.

  “Then I am blessed indeed, come,” he said walking past me and left me still stood there clutching the material in front of me as if this would help.

  “Dr…” I stopped myself instantly from shouting the wrong name aloud but it had already been enough as he quickly came to a standstill. So, I continued out in a rush,

  “Don’t…don’t you think I might catch my death without clothes to cover my cold body?” I asked hoping this was enough to mask the mistake I nearly made…one I had already made once before. In the end, I realised that neither of these were the right thing to say, as I forgot another fundamental rule around Draven, and that was any mention or hint at my death…ever.

  “Catch your death! Do you really think I would allow such a thing!” he snapped and I reached out to him and said,

  “Arsaces, I didn’t mean…”

  “Never speak to me of your death again, even in jest…do you understand?!” he interrupted angrily and I dropped my outstretched arm with exasperation. I suddenly wanted to cry, I was so tired of carrying such emotions around with me, knowing how close to the mark my comment about death really would be. And the worst of it was that I was about to trick him into giving me that very death.

  It felt like the most heinous act that a person in love could commit to the keeper of her heart but what other choice was there for me. I did all of this not only to save those that I loved. My family. My friends. And most of all, the man that I loved. The very man who stood opposite me now, demanding that I never die…not to mention a little thing called the entire human race!

  So, with nothing else to do in this lonely, ancient land, I walked over to where he had discarded my long, wet tunic and picked it up. Then I wrung it out with my hands and pulled it over my body, to the sound of Draven’s displeasure. Then I stormed back over to where he stood, silently fuming at my actions and I walked past him, without a word. I was surprised that he didn’t make a move to stop me. I think I even reached the end of the tunnel before I heard the roar of anger, one that made me jump.

  “Damn demanding men!” I growled as I stormed through the bedroom and was just walking past the bed when suddenly I was taken off my feet and tackled to the bed.

  “Get off me!” I screamed trying to fight them off as my hair had fallen in front of my face as I shook my head.

  “Calm yourself woman!” Draven growled at me and as soon as I heard his voice I stilled.

  “Arsaces?” Of course, saying his name like this was too late as the door burst open and in ran four soldiers coming to my aid. Oops and in the articulate words of one funny green haired Imp…my bad.

  Draven was currently on top of me and had me pinned to the bed by shackling my wrists. His head snapped to the men and he snarled looking like a lion about to strike.

  “LEAVE OR DIE!” He bellowed at the men and they took the threat as serious as a heart attack. I wasn’t sure if one of them hadn’t soiled himself whilst running for the door. It was only when Draven heard the door slamming that he stopped growling. And that’s when things got too much for me and all this craziness warped into one giant mess and came out of me not as expected. So, instead of bursting into uncontrollable tears, I burst into uncontrollable laughter.

  I just couldn’t help it. The sight of those poor men’s faces when finding their King trying to wrestle with a wet soggy woman on his bed and god only knows what terrible things they thought. But I doubt that any thought was how the King’s new concubine had been having a hissy fit over not being given dry clothes to wear. For starters, I doubt a man like Draven, being King and handsome would have had to have forced anyone into his bed!

  “Nāzanin?” Draven said my name, no doubt in question to my sanity.

  “I am sorry, just…just give me…me a minute.” I told him in between laughing and finding it difficult to try an
d form words.

  “You find this funny?” he asked incredulously. This question managed to sober me somewhat, enough to at least try and keep a straight face and say,

  “Umm…no?” I said questioning it and hoping at any minute he too would break out into at least a smile.

  “This is not funny,” he told me sternly and I rolled my lips and shook my head, trying to be serious as well, telling him I agreed. He didn’t look convinced at my attempt. Finally, I could see he was close to breaking his steely reserve and any minute I would get my way…I would get a smile.

  “Nāzanin,” he said my name as a warning but there was little strength behind it, so I decided to test my theory by raising myself up a little so that I could whisper over his lips,

  “It was a little funny.” Then I made my own little growly noise and playfully licked his nose. Well seriously anyone would have believed I had done something as shocking as paint his face as a fairy princess in his sleep. He shifted back as if I had stung him and the smile I gave him was in reaction to the priceless look he was giving me. He was stunned. Then he did something that was so out of character I was the one left speechless.

  “You want to see something funny, my little captive?”

  He leaned down close and whispered my only warning…

  “I will show you something funny.”

  Arsaces

  Chapter 6

  Gift from the Gods

  By the Gods above and below, I felt as though I would soon burst like the turbulent sandstorms that cut across my land, with too many emotions to handle all at once. For she was the very meaning of heavenly perfection and I found myself questioning how the Gods could have known where my true tastes in women lay?

 

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