Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Take your new toy and meet me at home." Blaze said, and I knew he wasn't asking. "Yes, daddy." Haven said. She knelt down and held her arms out over my plaything's body. Her eyes turned completely white and there was a black shimmery substance suddenly surrounding her in a whirlwind. "Per manum meam, et mortui resurgent." She chanted in Latin. I believe she said, ‘by my hand, the dead shall rise.’ 

I watched as my plaything started to stir. She got up, cracked her neck back in place and shot me a fiery glare. She looked the same but somehow different. She looked much darker than before. 

Her makeup was different too. It was smokey and black now, matching Havens. She also had a dark demeanor about her, you could feel it. Her attitude had changed, and her confidence was boosted. It was like being resurrected brought out a whole new side, a darker side of her… And apparently, I was majorly attracted to that.

I also noticed my mark was still glistening on the side of her face. So, it does remain in death, I thought. Well one thing was for sure, my plaything was multitudes sexier like this and it had me wondering if she could still deepthroat my cock. A thought that I was torn from when Havens angelic voice called out to my plaything. 

"Come here kitty." She said, and my plaything turned and walked straight towards her. Haven grabbed my plaything by the hand and they both turned and looked my way, shooting me one last glance. I could tell my mark was still working even in the afterlife because of the look of longing my plaything gave me as she was pulled the opposite direction. 

I locked eyes with Haven again and she winked at me, causing me to suck a sharp, unnoticeable breath in. She was doing all of this right under her father's nose, and he hadn't even noticed. “I wonder what else she would do without him knowing.” Axel smirked in my mind. This caused me to chuckle internally and I instantly imagined her pretty little body in my bed. 

"We will try your alliance, Reaver." Blaze boomed, throwing me out of my fantasy. "You will leave the ones your kind kills here, on my land. We will send our soldiers to retrieve them, however many there are. I expect protection on our lands as if they were your own in return. Should a war arise, you have my alliance and an unlimited army of the dead." Blaze spat. 

It seemed as if he didn't want to agree but was forced to. I wondered what could have the power to force him… Or who? But I pushed the thought from my mind. "Thank you. I will return in one week to discuss the placement of our soldiers." I said with a bow, then I materialized back to my car. 

On the drive back home, I couldn't seem to get Haven out of my mind. Oh, the things I could do to her perfect little body. What fucking game was she playing at anyways? She had no fucking idea what she just started… And little did she know, I always get what I want. Axel smirked at my thoughts. He was just as intrigued as I was. 

I called a coven meeting when I returned to discuss the terms of our new treaty with my Priests. It was understood that we were to position soldiers at each perimeter point around the Necromancers land. 

We would add their lands into our regular patrols and switch out men regularly like we do on our own lands. They were in no way to interact with the Necromancers except when they gave updates upon shift change. 

I informed them of the new policy regarding the dead. We would send any dead not of our own with the patrols when they switched out. They would leave them in the specified spot on the Necromancers land. We would start our patrols in a week. I would meet with Blaze again at that time and finalize the details. 

“I expect you all to relay this message. I don’t want to hear any backtalk regarding the new policy for the dead. Understood?” I snarled. I was met with nods of understanding. 

“In our next coven meeting in two weeks, I will check up on how well things are going.” I said back. Then I materialized back to my home to get some sleep. It was going to be a long fucking week. 

I found myself back on the Necromancers land. This time I was concealed in a group of trees off to the side of the clearing we had originally met in. I was led here by Haven. She was wearing a tight red dress that matched her hair perfectly. It was short and accentuated her curves in the perfect way. Once we were far enough into the trees, she stopped and faced me. Her hand was still in mine and Axel was going wild at her touch. 

“I want you to mark me.” She purred softly and pressed her lips to mine. She tasted like peppermint and red velvet. A feral hunger washed over me. I reciprocated her kiss forcing my tongue into her mouth. After a moment I pulled away and paused for a moment to take in her beauty. I smiled at the feeling of her perfect body in my arms.

“What about your father? The mark will not fade and cannot be covered by magic.” I informed her. “So? What about him? I want you, and I want to be yours. I don’t care what he thinks.”  She said back, sticking her bottom lip out in a small pout just enough to drive me crazy. 

The issue was if I did anything to the Necromancer King's daughter and he found out, our whole entire treaty would fall… Was it worth losing literally everything we had worked for? I locked eyes with Haven, I could see desire, lust, and love swimming in her green eyes. She then grabbed my hand and placed it on the side of her face, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. She was practically begging for me to mark her. But I didn’t want to mark her. Not really. 

“We could have so much more fun if you weren’t marked, beautiful.” I purred in her ear and then took her earlobe into my mouth. She squirmed in my arms at my advance, then pulled away. “No, I want the mark. Please? Pretty, pretty, please?” She begged and she bit her bottom lip a little. That small action stirred up something carnal in me. “Ok darling, I'll mark you, but after we play a little.” I said back. 

I pulled her close into my chest and slipped my hand under her dress between her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties. I started to rub on her clit, but she grabbed my hand and stopped me. “The mark…” She said, and this time she was serious. I exhaled in annoyance. If I mark her then I won’t be able to have sex with her, or I will be completing the mating process… I wasn’t about that life. I had never completed the mating process with anyone I had marked before, and I sure as hell didn't plan to start now. 

“Don’t you want me baby?” Haven purred. Her voice sounded like velvet in my ears. “You know I do.” I growled. “Then why won't you give me what I want?” She pouted. “I… I just...” I tried to explain my situation without sounding like a complete tool, but I was interrupted. Haven suddenly raised her arms palms up facing the ground. “Per manum meam, et mortui resurgent." She chanted. Her eyes went completely white, and the shimmery black substance flowed over her red locks in a whirlwind. 

I stepped back in shock as an army of the dead began clawing their way from the earth beneath us. “Darling, what are you doing?” I asked cautiously, so as to not piss her off worse. “I will get what I want from you Raphael.” She spat. She was fucking serious about this mark, goddamn. I took a deep breath in and contemplated if I could just materialize out of here. 

“Don’t even think about it, Reaver. Your magic is worthless here. You’re in the Land of the Dead!” She spewed. I was so fucked. Haven suddenly closed the gap between us. “If I can’t have you, no one will!” she snarled, and snapped my neck. 

I shot out of bed covered in sweat. Holy shit, I was dreaming, and not even dreamwalking. I took a few deep breaths in trying to contemplate what I had just witnessed. I know it was just a dream, but it felt more like a damn warning... 

One, that, against every instinct that was screaming for me to listen, I fully planned to ignore...