Page 6 of Own to Obtain

When Kyus put her back to bed and pressed the scented cloth to her face, Shaya deeply breathed in the oils, embracing the calming influence on the greyness within her. As she settled down to sleep, she promised herself that she would make more an effort to speak to Kyus when she woke.

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A strange feeling strange pierced her awareness in her sleep.

The bond in her chest had suddenly appeared, pulsing like a heartbeat. Shaya stilled, trying to figure out why it felt so strange. But when she tried to move, a weight was on top of her, pinning her down. Her wrists were pinned to the bed next to her head, and when her eyes fluttered open, Kardos was looking down at her, fire in his eyes.

Before she could even gasp, his mouth crashed down onto hers, bruising her lips with a fierce consuming kiss that set her body alight. She wriggled under him, the shock of his presence urging her to escape, but as his kiss deepened she stilled. Something was different. His scent wasn’t as strong as it usually was and his touch caused an exquisite rippling sensation on her skin. He seemed slightly hazy, however, as if his physical body couldn’t settle in the space it held above her.

This wasn’t real. Kardos couldn’t really be here. Kyus would have sensed the portal and been in the room already, and the bond was still dulled—she must be dreaming.

Once that realization settled in her, she embraced the feel of him as he claimed her mouth. He tasted the same, the heaviness of his body on hers was the same, only his scent was too faint and she found herself desperately breathing in for more of it.

When he finally rose up, his face was hard and his eyes blazed, but Shaya reveled in it. She couldn’t deny anymore that she loved seeing that side of him, just like on the ship, just like outside the temple. It set her stomach fluttering and her nipples tingling to see that wild, beast-like nature that inhabited him, always just under the surface.

“Where are you?” he thundered. His thick hand forced her legs open, and he ripped off her panties with a snarl.

Shaya jumped, automatically trying to squeeze her legs together while her body writhed with elation at the grit in his voice.

His heavy hand prevented her legs closing, and in a swift move, he drove himself inside her.

Shaya gasped, tears springing to her eyes at the stinging invasion that quickly transmuted to a tingling stretch, sending a swell of pleasure through her. It was strange that she didn’t feel him just between her legs, but also in the bond.

Once he was seated to the root, she relaxed a little, her legs bent and opened wide to accommodate his heavy hips, but he hadn’t relaxed one bit.

“Tell me where you are, Shaya!”

Even with his face contorted in anger, he was so good-looking. Never in her imagination could she have conjured such a perfect-looking man—his turquoise eyes, his sculpted face, the wiry bushiness of his beard, and the bright sunlight of his hair. Now that she’d met him, no one else would ever compare. And now that she’d left, she would only ever have her dreams of him.

“Tell me!” His hand returned to her wrist, pressing her into the bed as his hips jutted forward to reach deeper within her.

Shaya gasped at the depth, but then smiled at his dominating behavior. Even in her dreams he was demanding and prone to punish her in some way, and with her hard nipples aching to be sucked, she couldn’t deny the desire that it inspired.

“Shaya,” he growled, insistently.

She ignored his words, gazing up at him as she examined every inch of his face. “You are so beautiful,” she murmured.

The Alpha froze. “What?”

“You’re such a beautiful man,” she said, almost to herself.

The apparition stilled for a long moment, studying her as he hovered above her. “Have you taken something?” His voice deepened. “Are you well, Shaya?”

Shaya almost giggled. “Am I well?” She didn’t know if she was. She had never experienced the greyness that had dominated her before. She didn’t know how long it would last or what the cause was. But as she stared at dream-Kardos, speared on his length, the grey lifted. Maybe it didn’t exist in the dream. “I don’t know.”

“Shaya.” His voice dropped dangerously low. “I want to know where you’ve gone. Tell me now.”

“What difference does it make?” she whispered.

With a growl, the Alpha pulled out of her and drove back in, rough, blunt, and hard. “You will speak,” he snarled as pulled out and slammed in again. And again. And again. “You will tell me where you are.”

Gusts of air expelled from her lungs as his hips crushed her, leaving her exhaling hoarsely becoming more desperate the harder and faster he rammed. And yet, for all the brutality, a delicious, primal euphoria took hold of her. It captured her senses and tuned her into him, absorbing his beautifully savage attentions. Yes. This was what she needed—to be pinned down, to be secure, to be owned. Her slick came thick and heavy, sloshing out of her at the working of his hips, and she moaned as the euphoria expanded, intensifying every sense until even his scent dominated her once again.

“This disobedience will not be tolerated,” the Alpha growled.

Something jarred in her mind and Shaya’s eyes flicked open. This was a punishment.

“You think you can take such actions and I won’t find you?” His eyes blazing as his skin furiously slapped hers. “I want to know where the fuck you are, and youwilltell me!”

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