Page 21 of Savage Behavior

“Kneel to the order of the sons of Knight.” In a domino effect, all the men kneeled, and every woman paired with him placed her hand on his shoulder. Derek approached me, and I didn’t know why I hadn’t noticed his outfit sooner. It was a black-on-black velvet suit with a solid black mask. I turned to stare at everyone in the audience, who were all wearing red. Two women approached me, and Derek stepped up, holding up one hand that stopped them in their tracks.

“I will undress her; my hands will be the only ones to touch her.” he kneeled before me, his hands running down my leg as he removed my heels. I stepped down and lifted my other foot so he could continue. Still on his knees, he removed my thigh highs, rolling them down my calves. It shouldn’t turn me on, but my breath hitched, and he noticed, looking up at me, my king, kneeling before me, his queen. His eyes were full of fire and lust. I licked my lips, and he smirked. “I can’t wait to take you,” he spoke loud enough for my ears only. He stood up, lifting my dress along the way. I raised my hands, submitting to him, trusting him. My breasts were on full display as he leaned in to kiss them, removing my thong. He was smooth as fuck right now, I would give him that. He stood straight up and snapped his fingers, and the two women from earlier handed him a sheer robe; I was not sure why, but my heart began to race as he placed it on me. The chanting started again. Quietly, this time, the booming voice spoke again.

“See the girl” like soldiers. Every head turned. “Praise her, as our son claims her, the president knight, Derek, a god among men.

“We praise her,” they replied in unison.

“Midnight is here. May the cleansing begin.” I looked up at Derek, his hand held out as if to lead me somewhere. His eyes darted to the tub, and I followed suit. When we reached the tub, he paused and began to remove every article of his clothing. A bit of rage run through me, and I tightened my fists. I didn’t want anyone to see him. He belonged to me, mine. “It’s okay, trouble; no one has ever had me like you, and no one ever will.” Some of the tension eased, and I breathed, trying to relax. The woman rushed up, removed our clothing from the heaps on the floor, and handed Derek a glass pitcher.

I finally glanced into the tub and saw the most enchanting concoction. Dried flowers and milk? It was beautiful. He stepped in before me and reached for my hand once more. I stepped in, and he ordered me to sit. I obeyed, surprising even myself. He filled the pitcher to the brim and began to speak.

“Every flower surrounding us has a purpose, intending to cleanse away any negativity and trauma, replacing those things with love, luck, peace, healing, fertility, and strength. As I cleanse you, I claim you. Your heart, your soul, are mine forever.” His words pulled at my heartstrings, my eyes watering as emotions flooded my chest. His eyes piercing as he looked into mine, “Close your eyes.” I felt the warm mixture wash over me as he poured it. My nipples hardened, and I clenched my thighs. I didn’t know why something so simple seemed so sexual. It had to be because it was him, my caveman. “I cleanse you,” he stated firmly.

“He has cleansed her” reverberated through the air.

“She is cleansed,” our audience repeated.

“ Now, open your eyes.”

Chapter 17

Ryder

The Claiming

We stood up in unison, “Brittany Neveah Bueno, tonight, I claim you here before the sons of Knight. To be mine.” My maid handed me one of Britt’s daggers. I had to sneak it out of her room the night we spent together so I could have it for this exact reason. There were some things I had incorporated tonight that were my own. Out of the ordinary from other claiming ceremonies. So, instead of a Knight’s dagger, I was using hers, it was meaningful to her. I wanted her to keep her power; she had fought for it her whole life, and I must ensure she always felt she had it.

I showed her the dagger, and she bit her lip; I brought it to my palm and slit the skin, she rushed to place her hand in mine, palm up, and I slid the blade softly across her palm. She already had a scar there, and I know from the other night that she and Krista made a promise like sisters. I thought it was ironic that we do that here as a blood bond, a soul tie. It was as if God created them just for my brother and me. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Their loyalty and strength were exactly what it took to be a Knight’s queen. We held our palms up to the crowd, blood dripping down the length of our arms, and without words, we both placed our blood on the other’s lips. I moved my hands from her lips to my cock and then placed my hand over her heart. She moved her fingers from my lips and slowly grazed them down her neck, between her tits, and down past her belly button and rubbed her pussy with it. Then she brought her fingers back to my lips, where I sucked the wetness from the tips.

“May she be claimed,” the elder’s voice roared. Ripping through the silence. She grabbed my cock, pumping her tiny hand a few times before stepping toward me. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she kissed me. I moved her up a little by her plump ass and removed one hand to line myself up with her pussy. I slid my cock through her perfect lips before plunging inside her. She threw her head back as my cock deepened. Her tight walls clenched. “Fuck caveman,” she moaned.

I couldn’t speak; I had to keep myself together because right now, I just wanted to fill her tight little pussy with my cum. I had taken time to learn how to prolong my release but fuck. Her pussy felt like heaven. Nothing could have prepared me for this.

“She is claimed,” the elder announced.

“She is claimed,” the crowd repeated as they watched me take my wife.

“Damn, baby, you feel so fucking good,” I grunted, thrusting in and out of her, “you’re mine, forever, my fucking wife.”

She chanted yes, over and over her walls gripping my cock, and then I couldn’t take it. I came so fucking hard, and she knew it, her troublesome gaze taunting me as she flexed around me, intentionally slowly grinding her pussy as I filled it with my seed. She ran her hand through my hair as I removed myself and placed her on her feet. “ I’m yours, caveman, only yours.” I leaned in and kissed her. “Yes, and I belong to you,” she nodded. “I didn’t need a savior, yet here you stand, my knight.” I smiled; none of this felt real. It all happened so quickly, but that’s how the men in my life were.

We dressed in private, and I made my wife cum all over my face as I ate her pretty pussy until she couldn’t take it.

“Fuck, caveman, fuck, fuck, fuck” I nibbled on her clit and sucked it into my mouth as her legs shook on my shoulders. “That’s right, Trouble, I own this pussy, and I’m going to taste it whenever I like.”

“Oh fuck, yes,” she thrust herself into my face grinding and moaning in pleasure.

“I am yours, take me, have me, taste me, but please, caveman, please fuck me.”

I gently removed her weak legs from my shoulders, and she turned over; seeing her on her hands and knees for me did something to me. The sight of her perky ass up in the air and her long hair in a mess around her face as she looked back at me. She bit her plump lips, and I caved. Fucking her senseless, filling every hole she begged me to, and then when it was finally time to rest, I fingered her, pushing all my cum back inside her, and she drifted to sleep, moaning gently as I did.

Epilogue

Britt

11 months later.

Our life had been hectic. Derek had more time to focus on stuff outside the knights since he wasn’t the watcher anymore and had moved up to the president. He and Ryder had been playing football for the school, and my man was actually good. I’ve had to fuck up a couple of cheerleaders, but thankfully, I haven’t needed to kill one.

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