Page 4 of Blood Sacrifice

He found a cave for us to spend the day in, out of sight from prying eyes, water from the creek close by to allow us to wash and drink.

“There’s a settlement not far from here,” Salvator said. “We should reach it in a few hours when the sun goes down.”

“They’ll be looking for us,” I replied. “What if they find us before then?”

“I’ve been carrying you, so they’ll only detect my footprints and scent.” He stared at me with dark, unfathomable eyes. “You can escape this war, Lunabelle.”

“We can escape this war,” I replied, and Salvator glanced away to look out of the cave.

“He holds the chains that bind my people,” he finally said. “Our families are at risk, even the pups. We need to end this once and for all before any more lives are enslaved.”

I moved across the cave, my arms circling around his waist from behind as I pressed my forehead between his shoulderblades. “I can’t do this alone,” I whispered. “I’m not strong enough.”

We sat in silence with our arms around each other until I slept for a while, waking when I felt Salvator move me, wrapping me in his arms and lying curved around me from behind. My heart bled emotional tears at the thought of losing him, but I knew the truth of his words. Balor had tied all of us in knots and bound us to him in different ways.

I woke just as the sun began to fade and dusk settled across the land. Salvator’s hand tightened on my stomach, and I knew we were both dreading the new part of our journey. I rolled in his arms, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“If life was fair, we could run away together and find somewhere that witches and wolves were allowed to be together,” I said.

“If life was fair, that place would already exist,” he replied.

I leaned back to look up into his face, and my heart clenched in my chest as I tried to memorise every one of his features. He pushed my hair back, his head lowering until his lips found mine.

“You’ll always belong to me,” he said against my mouth. “Even if I can’t claim you, you’re mine.”

A bite from him would be a death sentence to me. It was forbidden for us to be together, against the law for us to even touch. That didn’t stop us being drawn to each other when darkness descended. Our priests were the only ones who were allowed to breed with us, and mother priestess had gathered herbs to help prevent pregnancy in those forced into Balor’s bed. They tended to return with vacant expressions in their eyes and bruises on their skin.

She left the herbal tincture for anyone else who needed it, without any questions being asked. Mother priestess was often summoned to the bed chamber of the emperor, proving thatnone of us were allowed to choose our own lovers, and were forced into the beds of powerful men for their own pleasure.

My nails dug into his shoulders as I drew him closer to me. “I’ve always belonged to you.” It was true, he had been a part of my life from my first memories of childhood. He had been my dark protector every time I needed someone, the man who had stolen my heart.

Salvator’s body covered mine, his weight holding me captive as our lips spoke words of love to one another. I never wanted to let him go, but each of us had a role in this war, and his was that of a guardian to the innocent. My hands traced over his body, trying to memorise every muscle, every firm section of flesh.

He kissed every piece of me, worshipping me with his hands, his lips leaving a sacred prayer on my skin, an invisible mark on me. When he reached the delicate area between my legs, his tongue teased and tormented that sensitive nub until my back arched and I almost pulled the thick hair from his head.

His long, thick cock speared deep into me, his gaze locked on mine to read every emotion on my face. It was forbidden, punishable by death, and yet this was what I craved more than anything in the world. Slow and hard, Salvator thrust in and dragged out of my core, never once breaking the connection of our eyes.

My hands cupped his ass, pulling him closer to savour every piece of him as his hips ground into mine on every upstroke. It felt like forever, our two bodies moving as one before he thickened inside me and we came together in a mass of undulating limbs, and screams of ecstasy.

I stared at the ceiling of the cave, Salvator’s head on my shoulder, the graze of his canines on my skin. There was nothing I wanted more than for him to bite and claim me. My fingerstraced lazy patterns on his back with him still embedded deep in me.

I couldn’t leave, there was no way I would be able to exist without him.

“Stay with me,” I pleaded, hoping he would change his mind.

Salvator raised his head, pain in his eyes as he stared down at me. “There is nothing I want more, but we both know two of us together is a bigger target.” He braced himself onto his arms. “I can survive this war if I know you are out there waiting for me.”

I pushed his shoulders, forcing him onto his back as I straddled his hips. “Promise me you’ll find me,” I said, lowering my head to his.

“Always.”

He was hard again, and I rode him, my hands braced on his shoulders. Salvator sat up, his hands cupping my ass to help maintain my rhythm, his lips seeking mine. All our chakras were aligned, our bodies two parts of the one whole. My core was on fire from the friction of his cock rubbing that sweet spot inside that made me squirm with short thrusts. I was panting, perspiration coating my skin, my hair stuck to my back.

“I can’t,” I muttered, my legs tightening at his hips. “Please.”

He rolled me onto my back, forcing my body up with hard thrusts that robbed me of breath. I felt his canines at my throat and canted my head to the side in silent invitation, but his soft lips were the only response I received.

Pressure built deep in my stomach, the fire there burning brightly to ignite my entire system. It was too much, and I struggled to cope with the strength of emotions tumbling through me. Salvator grabbed my hips, his pelvis moving inrapid thrusts until I shattered into a million pieces of pleasure that left me trembling and my limbs weak.

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