Free The Sacrifice (The Covenant) by Azure Boone

decadent candy in her pretty eyes. Every time the woman brought him something, which was every five fucking minutes, it was there in Sarah’s face. Even though he refused the woman’s everything, Sarah was threatened.
    A sick little subconscious game quickly developed. Sarah trying to meet his every need in advance. And the little intimacy he granted Sarah had become a huge rejection session. It didn’t matter how many ways he assured her it was so her body could fucking heal, she grew desperate, trying to out-do him in their foreplay games he allowed, sucking his cock with a frantic hunger. And knowing what she really hungered for had Micah wound up so fucking tight with the need to give it. She needed his dominance. She craved it like a life line. It meant everything to see him come undone all over her, to see Hell bow before her perfect tiny feet.
    And that bastard Shawn. He thought his “cousin status” gave him touching rights with Sarah. From flirty innocent tickling to hugging for any and every goddamn reason. Oh you look tired, let me touch you. Oh you look depressed, let me touch you. Oh you look sad, you look great, oh look I’m horny, let me touch you.
    Micah craved to fucking touch him.
    And then when Micah finally expressed to Sarah how much he hated him touching her? She fucking defended the prick. “And how would you like it if Tabitha touched me like that?” he’d asked.
    Oh, her fury . “Don’t even say her name in the same sentence with you and the word touch, ” had been her sweet response. And really it was so fucking sweet. The illogical jealousy turned Micah on so much he had to go jack off.  
    But if Micah wasn’t mistaken, Dick Head and Twat Face were plotting to divide them. As far as he was concerned, everybody was a suspect in the Devil’s Domain. And both of them had their foot in door of his lair, whether knowingly or not didn’t matter. The devil didn’t need willing participants in his schemes, he was quite fine with manipulating the human nature in abject oblivion.
    Micah got out of the shower and cursed when he couldn’t find his underwear. He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door a crack. He heard Sarah in their room and made a dash for it.
    Their door opened and out walked Tabitha. God. Damn. “What the fuck are you doing in our room?”
    She scanned his body , an appreciative smile curving her lips. “I was delivering something for your girlfriend.” Wearing only half a tank-top, she pouted her bottom lip and jutted her braless tits at him.
    The second bathroom door opened across from them and of course out walked Sarah. Without her arm sling. “Where’s your arm sling?” Micah asked.
    “It feels fine.” The words gritted through hard lips.
    “We got ourselves a group huddle here, or what?” Shawn cock-strutted around the corner then looked at Sarah. “Good, you decided to take it off.” He stroked her arm, looking at it and nodding before chucking her chin with his thumb. “I’m ready for you to taste test the guacamole. I think I did a pretty good job. You feel better?” Micah couldn’t get his eyes off of the bastard’s hands still rubbing on Sarah. And the way she let him.
    Maybe that’s because Sarah was too furious to notice. She eyed Micah and the anger in her blue gaze was so intense it actually made him feel guilty . Amazing since it should be him pissed with her letting that kissing cousin grope her every second of the day.
    Sarah shoved her way through and Micah caught her arm. “I need your help with something.”
    “I don’t want dinner to burn.” She jerked out of his grip and walked off.
    Shawn raised his brows and hands before turning and following her.
    “I can help you.”
    Micah smirked in open disgust at Tabitha’s sultry offer. “No thanks.”
    In the bedroom, he quickly dressed, ready to confront this bullshit. With their lives at stake, he was living a soap opera. Fucking insane. He was ready to leave and go to