Call Of The Dark

Lazarus had met the Oracle of Zeph long back when he was unsure about his future. The oracle was a seer and it was said that she was thousands of years old. He wanted to take Maeve with him to visit her.

"Fine then," Magnus said. "I will ask Richard to send her a message to meet us in Zeph."

"You also have to come there, Magnus," Lazarus said. "Both of you are going to be present over there along with Richard."

"But I am not invited to Samhain," Magnus grunted. His cousin, Cain, didn't like him. At all. And it was an open secret. The main reason was Olya, sister of Lord Cain's wife, Naomi.

"You are coming with me and that's it!" Lazarus growled. "I don't think that Cain would raise a finger on you if you are with me."

"I don't trust that man," Magnus said, exhaling a rough breath. "And I am not afraid for myself."

There was an awkward silence in the room. Yul patted his shoulder and said, "I am going to make sure that things stay in control."

"Yes, Yul you better watch Magnus and Cain," Lazarus said instantly. This was the best thing that Yul would do. He was going to watch Emma and him getting close while babysitting Magnus. Great idea. "We will be going two hours before the sunrise. So be ready by then and meet me outside the palace." Saying that he traced back to his room.

His servant had packed everything for him. Satisfied, he traced to Emma's room to inform her that she was going to Samhain with him in two hours. He found her… sleeping soundly. On an instinct, he picked her up and brought her to his room where he made her lie on his bed. Her long blond hair fell on her cheeks.

Once again, he found himself entranced by her. He picked up her hair as his brows bunched up. He played with her silky tresses, wrapping them around his fist, his fingers. When his gaze went to her lips, memories of them wrapped around his shaft made him hard. Before he would do something that would wake her up, he covered her with furs. Then he went out softly padding across his room to order Ginger to pack for her.

"Oh, I have already packed for m'lady," she said with excitement. "And for myself," she added.

When he gave her a questioning look, she said, "Goddess Maeve had informed Lady Emma that she was going to Samhain with you."

As surprise flickered through him, he nodded once. Why would Maeve go and inform her when she was against her going to Samhain? Something didn't add up. He waved Ginger off. He went inside and slipped beside Emma, covering himself with the same fur. He turned to look at her sleeping so peacefully that it calmed him. As if on instinct, her hand stirred and reached him. She clutched his tunic and pulled him towards her. Her strength was so weak that it was a butterfly pulling him. He chuckled and moved towards her. The moment he did that, Emma climbed on top of him. She snuggled in his chest and went off to sleep.

Lazarus coiled his arms around her, covered them both with furs and closed his eyes. He would wake her up in two hours. He couldn't help thinking that they were like two puzzle pieces, fitting so well in each other. His hands slid to her hips which he squeezed a little.

Two hours later, they were standing in the carriageway. Servants with torches in their hands were directing other servants to load the wagons. It was already snowing and there was a possibility of a blizzard. Magnus and Yul too were taking carriages instead of riding on the horses.

Emma was wearing a deep purple gown over which she was wearing a cloak. It was so cold outside that she was shivering and finding it difficult to button up her cloak. Lazarus came to stand in front of her and then with concentration, buttoned up her cloak. He buttoned her up till her neck and then pulled her hood over her head. "It is cold and you need to stay warm."

Emma blushed. Memories of how she woke up flooded her mind. Something hard and hot was poking her belly and she inadvertently took her hand to it to grab it when she heard a painful grunt. She was loving the heat of it. She began caressing it with her hand over her belly when another grunt forced her to open her eyes.

"That is my shaft," he said when she pushed herself up and gazed into his deep red eyes.

"I—I am sorry," she babbled and tried to get down, but he tightened his embrace around her.

"I couldn't sleep the whole night," he said, as his chest vibrated with a delicious rumble.

Emma bit her lip and out of curiosity slid down his body. She lowered his trousers and his erection sprang free. The size of his shaft was… glorious. It was inviting and her belly clenched with liquid heat. She kissed it and then wrapped her tongue around it. Lazarus bucked his hips towards her, wanting to get inside her throat, wanting to possess her. He couldn't last long and came inside her with a guttural roar, his legs clamping around her face lightly.

"Lazarus!" Maeve's voice broke their trance.

He snapped his head towards her. The next instant, he urged Emma to get inside the carriage and shut the door close. Maeve came to him with a scowl. "You should take me to Upper North Jupan. You are doing it wrong."

He tilted his head and said, "Meet me at Zeph tomorrow." And then he sat in the carriage, shutting the door on her face.

She clenched her fists at his rudeness. She wasn't going to meet him at Zeph, but she would meet him at Jupan. She watched the whole caravan leave in front of her. The moment they left she saw Gladys from the corner of her eye. "When are we leaving?" she asked impatiently.

"In an hour."