Page 49 of Shadow's Chosen

"You're just drunk. You won't even remember what you saw in morning, let alone anything that happened in the last hour," Nezka said, brushing his threat off. He went to turn toward his bedroom when Jona growled violently.

"No. You'll do it, Red Blade, or I tell Krow you're too arrogant and disrespectful for your own good and wouldn't indulge me. He takes my word seriously. He'll see you pay for it. And her."

With his back turned, Elise couldn't see Nezka's face, but she saw him tense and heard him hiss. When he looked back over, there was murder in his gaze.

"You want to see?" he whispered.

When Jona bowed his head, Elise found herself being swung roughly around and shoved over to the bed. Yelping, she tensed at first, unprepared. He pinned her down hard and tugged open the clasps to her suit, nearly ripping it in half. Breathing heavily, Elise kept up her submissive act, knowing if Jona saw that she wasn't so "tame" after all, he'd suspect Nezka of lying. It happened so quickly regardless that Elise felt she had little time to react before her suit was pulled down to her wrists, exposing her chest. Nezka ripped off her binds and pulled the suit the rest of the way down until it lay around her ankles with her armor pieces scattered across the floor. Her body tensed as she felt him press hard against her back side, deliberately shifting her around in a way that his body blocked most of hers from Jona's sight. She felt him pulling at the clasps of his pants to free himself and she breathed sharply through her teeth. Heat bloomed unexpectedly between her legs, goosebumps spreading across her skin. Heart thumping hard in her chest, she waited for the feel of him inside her. His hand rested firmly on her back as he re-positioned, placing himself against her center. But he didn't slide true. Instead, he slipped himself firmly through the space between her legs, resting himself alongside her core.

"That good enough for you?" Nezka said in a low, seething voice that Elise barely recognized.

Jona grunted. "That's it?"

Nezka slowly rose his hips and pressed himself back down. The heat in her center burned hotter as he rubbed up against her. He was hard as steel but curiously lubricated. She shivered as she felt the odd shape of him slide over her. An ache began to settle over the heat between her thighs, and she was nearly tempted again to move her hips. Nezka rose again, ready to press back down, when a shout came from down the hall. Nezka froze, and Jona turned away to look down the passage.

"What?" he called to someone unseen.

"Need you at the gate," was all Elise could hear.

Jona grumbled. He looked back and shrugged. "I guess you'll have to finish without me. See you tonight, Nez." He smiled and turned away.

Nezka didn't move an inch. The door slid shut, the sound of their breathing all that remained. Elise turned her head and swallowed hard, wondering what Nezka would do. If he continued, she wondered if she would try to stop him or let him carry on.

"Nezka...?" she whispered, unable to see his face.

In an instant, quicker than she'd ever seen him move, he was off her. She twisted around and only for a brief second caught the sight of his male organ before he turned and reclasped his pants. He looked to her with deep concern. “Are you all right?”

Elise blinked. “I...yes.”

Nezka bent his head, studying her intensely.

“I’m okay,” Elise said honestly. Though her body still burned.

Nezka gazed at her for a second more before standing back. He went for his bedroom door, and Elise sat up.

"Nezka," she called.

He stopped but didn't look at her. His hands turned into tight fists. "I need to go and be calm before I kill someone..."

"Don't," Elise said. “Just wait.”

He turned his head away, and his body shook. "I can't," he said so softly she barely heard him. Then he said a little louder, “I should go, or I might compromise everything…” He looked back at her. “If you are hurt…”

" You didn't hurt me." She let out a short, nervous laugh, the heat and liquor making her feel lightheaded. "Although I was afraid for a minute that you—"

"Afraid?" His burning eyes flickered over her body. His expression turned pained. Elise, forgetting her nakedness, flushed, covering her breasts. She was about to say "afraid he would rip her suit in half," but his face stopped her from saying more.

"I have to go," he said again in a tone of anger that she knew wasn't meant for her. Before she could call him back, Nezka flung himself into the other room and shut the door.

Sixteen

Elise sat on her bed, staring around the room, most of the time eyeing Nezka's door. She hadn't slept much at all since their incident, and when she did sleep, her dreams were filled with surreal and erotic scenes, mostly between them. Her body had been so lit up by his touch, by the way he moved against her, that once he left, she was beside herself, the ache eating at her. When she dared to finally venture down between her thighs with her hand, she found herself drenched. She'd had many men in her life, a few exes spread over the years of her training. She wasn't a prude by any means. She even considered herself knowledgeable in more than a few dirty acts. She knew her body well enough, knew how it reacted to certain moves or touches. She thought she knew what she liked, what really set her off. And she certainly didn't think it was otherworldly men.

That is until Nezka...

She laughed softly to herself. That was it. Until Nezka.

Elise closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Come night, she didn't know what to expect. But she didn't know if she could take another repeat of the last few. She didn't think Jona would ask to watch again, but they would need to keep an eye on him and be careful. He was as manipulative as his master.

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