The Two Kings (Afterlife Saga)

by Hudson, Stephanie

  I had a feeling that this strange expedition was coming to an end as Draven’s feelings were easing up on his worries and his grip on my hand had now loosened. I saw feet approach us and felt Draven’s hand leave mine completely and take a new position from behind to rest on the small of my back.

  “Wait!” I let out a small gasp when I didn’t actually hear the words being spoken but heard them being commanded in my head. I automatically did as I was told, because in a place like this, I wouldn’t be as stupid as to be my usual stubborn self. No, for once I knew what was good for me and here I welcomed Draven’s power.

  To be perfectly honest with myself, it was in fact turning me on no end. His demanding and possessive behaviour towards me was sending an uncontrollable need that was causing a pool in between my inner thighs. What was it with this man and the insatiable need he created in me, even at times like this when I should be more concerned about making it out of this Demon pit with my sanity intact?

  How much more could I take of the abnormal before I finally hit my limit and was pushed too far over the edge to ever make my way back? The truth of the matter was I was no longer counting myself as part of the ‘normal’ world that others lived in and the fact that I was more than fine with it all was more than disconcerting.

  “Is everything ready?” Draven’s serious voice asked someone that had stopped in front of us and from the wide, thick biker boots I was seeing I could tell it was a male.

  “My lord.” I saw the man’s feet move back as he offered more of his body on view and I knew this action was caused from him bowing in respect as most of the others had done.

  “Yes, Yes.” Draven said impatiently and the man quickly straightened and carried on answering his ‘Master’.

  “Your usual retreat is ready and Leivic is waiting as you wished.” The man’s voice didn’t sound a confident one and the name Leivic sounded more like lev…le…ich as he began to stutter in his nervousness. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him as it was how I usually felt around my History lecturer Reed.

  “Good!” Draven’s one word compelled the man to bend once more in bowing before walking away backwards. He was also muttering something in a different language but I can imagine it was something in Draven’s favour.

  “Come, my Keira.” He said sternly but in a lighter tone than he had bestowed upon everyone else since being here. I was once again being led forward but this time with him by my side instead of being pulled along like some lost little girl just been found by an official taking me home.

  Umm...Home… that seemed like a million miles away and an age ago! Suddenly I found myself with an overwhelming feeling of homesickness and a need to see English soil once more, but no, instead of that I was here....

  In a Demon’s secret club!

  Chapter 38

  History and Harems

  We didn’t have to go much farther but I knew I would have to pull my hood back to tackle the steps in front of me otherwise I would find myself finding the floor on a more intimate level. I was just about to move it back when one arm wound round my waist like a steel band and I felt myself being raised up. Draven was lifting me up the few steps as though I weighed no more than a kitten. I was about to start protesting at being carried at his side like a small child and say that enough was enough but in the end I didn’t need to. I heard the whoosh of material being moved back and with two more steps I felt Draven stop next to me.

  “Dom my friend, how long as it been?” A laidback and gentle voice spoke, taking the tense fear from my situation. Before Draven answered him he came to stand in front of me and raised his hands to lower my hood back. I looked warily up at him and saw that the short distance through the club had taken its toll on his features.

  He looked tired and tense with worry. Little lines had formed around his eyes that matched the ones on his forehead from where he was still frowning. I knew it wasn’t directed at me because as soon as I smiled up at him he let his eyes turn back from their angry purple to their softer black. The lines disappeared and he even let himself smile before kissing my forehead. I loved the sight of Draven’s eyes getting lost in my own and it took his friend to clear his throat to draw his attention back to his situation.

  “Leivic!” Draven said his name as though he was one of his dearest friends and combined with the embrace, I suspected that here stood one of Draven’s most valued companions. The two men were about the same height but Leivic was of a slightly slimmer build. Both men were, of course, handsome but where Draven’s features were untouched by years of scars, Leivic’s wasn’t.

  I couldn’t help the tactless gasp that escaped my lips and both men turned around to look at me. I wished that I hadn’t done it but the shock of seeing such as handsome face butchered by whatever weapon had nearly split the man in two had me displaying my shock freely. The scar started at the top right side of his head and slashed across his face in a diagonal that left him with a line about half an inch thick of dead tissue, that looked whiter than white against his tanned skin. It missed his silver blue eyes and passed through his nose making it seem to bend further to one side. It cut through half of his lip that pulled it further down to the left and as I followed it I noticed it went from his face and down his neck no doubt finishing on his shoulder. When I met his eyes again I was left feeling ashamed of myself.

  “And this must be the young flower that has captured my friend’s stone heart and turned it into molten lava. I can see why Dom, she holds a rare beauty only equalled to the Gods, you are a lucky man, my friend.” I must have blushed roses at this statement because both men were laughing heartily when they saw my reaction. I didn’t know what to do at that moment so I recalled my mother’s words, “When meeting new people always smile dear, hold out your hand and make eye contact,” which is precisely what I did.

  “I’m pleased to meet you Leivic.” I said, having to clear my throat first. He took my hand as though it was made of fine china and lifted it to his scarred lips to kiss. Once seeing his kind eyes it was hard to see his handsome features that were damaged by his mighty scar. There was nothing but benevolence in his manner and his voice filled me with an ease.

  “The pleasure is all mine, I can assure you, I haven’t seen my friend this happy since our battling days.” The thought gave me shivers. ‘Draven the warrior’ fit far too well for me not to get images flashing through my head of him fearlessly cutting through his victims as though nothing could stand in his way, a knife through butter came to mind!

  “You honour us with your presence.” He bowed to me and turned back to Draven who looked full of pride at showing me to his beloved friend.

  “Has she arrived?” Draven asked but Leivic just shook his head and laid a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

  “Have no fear, she will, but while you wait you must relax. Come, everything has been prepared for you.” It was the first time I started to take in my surroundings and noticed that this part of the club was private. Only a few people were back here and the only thing separating the rest of the club from this room was a wall of crimson curtains. They were thick but at the same time could be seen through. Like some magic window that kept distorting and rippling like water but still allowing us to see out into the crowd.

  I suspected that we could see out but they couldn’t see in. The people in this room were what consisted of the VIP and their servants. The raised space was lined with square booths that held large floor cushions which made up sunset coloured beds. Deep reds, vibrant pinks, golden yellows and burnt oranges filled the room with an eastern feel. Smoke coming from hookah pipes clung to the air and mixed with oil lamps smelling of different spices floated to my nostrils.

  Some of the booths had couples doing more than talking and I shamefully looked away at the naked body parts. Others were getting their entertainment from dancing beauties in long flowing skirts and jewelled tops that barely covered their breasts.

  Although while getting through the crowd the music had been
deafening here, just behind the curtained wall, it was only a mild humming. I was almost wishing for it to be just as loud once again because then the sounds of pleasure filled moans wouldn’t have been making me turn scarlet. I turned away from the sound but not quick enough to avoid seeing the four naked bodies entwined together, looking as though they were filmed for a porn channel.

  I heard Draven let out a guttural laugh and as I glanced up at him I noted the amused look on his face, no doubt due to my uncomfortable reactions to this strange place. I was starting to understand that the world of the supernatural was even more sex driven than the human one, if that was possible!

  “Come!” Draven’s voice was a husky command in my ear, making the sexual tension between us close to snapping apart, whiplashing at my senses until his lips claimed mine. I thought this room would have me shying away from such feelings but the tingling in between my legs had me facing the facts.

  No matter where we were or what we were doing, one command in that sexy voice of his was all it took. He curled his fingers around the top of my arm and led me to our own private, cloaked booth. The square of vibrant colour was bigger than the rest and seemed more secure from prying eyes that were to be invading our every move. Sex entwined bodies stopped momentarily as we walked past and one pair of eyes even peered over the nipple they were currently pleasuring.

  Instead of moans of satisfaction there were now murmurs of shock and disbelief. I suddenly felt more exposed than these naked people, as though I was walking myself through a dream or a nightmare…it was so surreal.

  “Ignore them.” I looked up to find that Draven’s eyes were intently worried on my face and before I could utter a word he swung me around so that I was hidden by his body. He then walked me backwards with a carefully placed hand steadying me at the small of my back. Taking one last step was all it took to make me fall backwards onto the bed of pillows. He grabbed my hand before I landed to lower me down gently and then turned back to speak to his friend.

  “Give us a moment alone.” His friend smiled at him and then cocked his head round Draven’s large frame to give me a wink before departing. I couldn’t help smiling at the expression on Leivic’s face, like a mischievous little boy that knew his friend wanted to be naughty!

  “Find something amusing?” Draven’s voice brought me out of my daft grin that I was sporting.

  “I like your friend.” At this he raised one eyebrow and gave me a quizzical stare.

  “What?” I said in defence but this made him growl and I let out a little yelp as he grabbed me under my knees and pulled me under his body.

  “Tough shit… you’re mine!” At this his lips finally claimed mine and the curtained material floated around us, hiding away our heated bodies that were being overwhelmed with the sexual electricity we were producing.

  I wanted to tell him no, wait, slowdown…anything to make him stop so that I could clear my head but the other part of me, my lust, wasn’t agreeing with me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I didn’t want Draven doing this to me but here, surrounded by a room full of horny demons and angels all getting their kicks by watching us!

  I think he could tell what I was thinking because he seemed to be doing all the work. One hand was holding most of his weight above me, while the other was exploring my upper body and quickly unfastening my jacket to make exploring easier. He then abruptly stopped kissing my lips to look at me. I opened my eyes at the movement and found him frowning.

  “Keira?” He said my name as to prompt me into telling him what was wrong but even now, that frown of his sent butterflies cascading to my stomach. Like when you were a child and you had done something naughty in class and been sent to the headmaster’s office about it. It’s the feeling when you’re stood outside his door waiting to be reprimanded. It was like that when Draven looked at me the way he was doing now. Would I ever get used to the masterly figure as my equal? I surely hoped so.

  “It’s just…” Was all I could manage in my shyest voice. This made his frown crumble and a soft smile replace it. He then let his body relax to the side of me and I wondered if his arm ached at all from holding all his weight on it for so long? It sure didn’t seem like it. He ran soft fingers across my cheek and smiled at me.

  “Keira, there is no need to be embarrassed. I wouldn’t allow anyone to see us. I would never share you with anyone which includes seeing you like this. Hell if I could get away with hiding you away forever, for my eyes only, I would but I fear you would think it a little barbaric.” I laughed.

  “A little?” I mocked making him just shrug.

  “If I had found you in a different time I might have been able to get away with it, but now…in these modern times, I doubt harems would be acceptable.” I could tell he was teasing me but I still reacted the way he wanted me to. I let out a screech of disbelief and punched him on the arm that probably felt like I was gently lifting lint from his sleeve. He laughed and I tried to keep the anger on my face.

  “Harem is it! Well, you’re welcome to it, just don’t expect me to be there lined up with the other desperate mistresses waiting for a turn at a royal roll in the sack!” I was fuming after I had finished my little speech and Draven knew why!

  “Desperate?” He said raising an eyebrow with an amused look in his deep eyes. This time I was the one to just shrug my shoulders not wanting to give him more fuel to play with.

  “Royal roll in the…Sack was it?” He was clearly enjoying himself and I rolled my eyes and moved to get up, trying to put some distance between us and his wandering hands, that he hadn’t removed from my body this entire conversation.

  I know I was acting a bit spoilt but I couldn’t help the green eyed monster that was seeping its way into my brain’s functions. I couldn’t get the pictures of beautiful women all lay around waiting to pleasure Draven. Aurora being head of the pack!

  I shifted and tried to sit up but Draven was quick and much stronger than I. His arm flashed across my body and forced me back down with little effort. He then moved his body on top of me and pinned my arms above my head.

  “And where do you think you’re going little one?” He was still smiling and I was still showing my anger despite what being pinned down by the worlds sexiest man was doing to my nether regions. I started to wriggle and when his manhood pressed closer to me I stopped, realising what my movements where causing. My frown was quickly replaced with surprise and a bitten lip. He took note of what my teeth were doing to my lips and his eyes flashed purple with hunger.

  “That looks tasty… here let me help you with that,” and then he dived into my lips so quickly his words died on my skin. He took my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it up before running his teeth over the inside, making them quiver and turn hypersensitive.

  He released my wrists but began desperately searching out the skin underneath my sweater dress. He growled when unconsciously my hips raised and met his groin in eager response. His reaction led him to lay more of his weight upon me and he forced his tongue into my mouth to claim more of me. His kiss kept getting deeper until my chest heaved and I was soon panting for air. He felt my body arching and instantly calmed his responses. That was the first time I had seen Draven lose his control if only for one second and it had me wondering what sex would be like if he ever did lose complete control?

  I could see his jaw tensing and his eyes closed like he was fighting the demon inside of him. His hands were shaking over my body and then they tensed into tight fists taking handfuls of my clothes into them. He looked like he was close to losing his inner battle and would soon rip them to shreds. Part of me wished he would!

  “Draven,” I asked nervously and my voice seemed to have a soothing effect as he released my clothes and began to breathe again unlike before when he had been holding his breath for the longest time. He opened his eyes which were now back to their endless, black pools of emotion. He could see that once again I was back to biting my lip and his lips curved into a devilish grin.


  “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you, or I might not be able to control myself next time.” I let my lip slip from my grip before he leaned down to kiss me again, this time gently as though he might break me.

  “I take it I am forgiven?” He asked into my skin as he had moved to kissing me on my neck. When I started to shake my head he pulled away from me making me instantly feel cold without his touch.

  “No? Well did I mention that in this Harem you would be the only one there to…how did you put it…roll in my royal sack?” Now he was mocking me.

  “Did you ever have a Harem?” I asked but I couldn’t help the emotional flush that flooded my cheeks. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know, well that’s not entirely true, I did want to know but only if it was the answer that I wanted.

  It wasn’t.

  “Long ago, yes.” He waited for my reaction and smiled an evil bad boy grin when he got it. I tried to look away but he hooked a finger under my chin to force me to look back at him. He had one eyebrow raised and from the looks of things he was enjoying every minute of my mental torture.

  “You know, the jealously you display towards me is intoxicating. It drives me crazy to know that your possessive nature towards me grants me my own. It gives me great comfort to know I do not stand alone in feeling like you belong to me and I to you.” This statement couldn’t help but make me smile, which in turn spread to his lips also.

  “I have to admit, I do enjoy watching your reaction to jealousy.” He said as he casually leaned his weight on one bent arm as the other was preoccupied with running up and down my side. I decided to play him at his own game, although the saying ‘playing with fire’ came to mind, after all his temper was far worse than my own. It still didn’t stop me though.