Page 29 of Trapped to Tame
Again, he looked surprised, but he put his hands up in supplication.
‘I was merely trying to calm you,’ he said, his eyes watching her reactions. ‘I won’t do it again, and I won’t forbid you to fight in the rings, but I urge you not to here. We’re too close to where we found you and someone will be looking for you after what you did to your keeper.’
She nodded slowly, the relief that she felt was instant.
‘If you need the release of the fight, we can spar with you. It won’t be the same, but … perhaps it’s something else you need?’
She canted her head at him in question, not sure what he was talking about.
He stepped closer, using one finger to lift her chin. ‘Is it a different sort of release that you crave, female?’ he asked softly, his voice taking on a sensual quality that somehow made her knees feel weak.
She shook her head, her heart beating faster, but she didn’t step away, staring into his eyes as she felt his hand unbuckle her belt.
It fell to the floor with a thud, and he unbuttoned her breeches very slowly, giving her ample time to stop him. This was not like it had been in the Camp and he clearly wanted her to know it. She should step away, break this connection but, for reasons she didn’t understand, she simply watched him, felt what he was doing.
Part of her was afraid from the things the Bull had done. What if he hurt her? Was she strong enough to fight him off?
He pushed her gently to the nearest bed and down upon it, pulling her breeches down as far as he could with her tall boots still on.
She gasped as she felt his hand at the apex of her thighs, his short claws scraping against her mound. His fingers teased her there for a moment before parting her, making her move her knees further apart. And then he bent down and put his tongue on her!
She squeaked in surprise and, though her mind was confused, her body seemed not to be, her hips beginning to move closer, wanting more as he licked her, thrust his tongue in and out of her.
She gave a low whine, her mouth opening on a stuttered breath as he worked her harder, the sounds of him lapping at her making him chuckle where she was mortified. She cried out, pressure building in her that she’d never felt before but grasped for, needing whatever it was. It burst over her in a wave, and she screamed with it, her body going weak. Her back bowed and she shuddered, his ministrations gentling as her hips undulated erratically.
After the feeling had waned, she was left oddly sated, as if she truly had just fought in the rings, she opened her eyes to find him licking his lips. At her confused and shocked expression, his countenance darkened considerably.
‘You said in the Camp that it wasn’t your first time,’ he said accusingly, still holding her.
She was acutely aware that she was still practically beneath this fae with her breeches around her ankles and her core in his face.
‘I didn’t lie,’ she said, the words coming out as a croak.
Eve wondered what the problem was and took a shuddering breath as her nethers clenched again at the thought of what he’d done.
He put her on her feet, made sure she could stand, and she pulled up her breeches, cheeks crimson.
‘Take one of the beds,’ he ordered. ‘You’re tired. Sleep.’
Not understanding what had just happened nor why he was now angry with her, Eve turned without a word and sat on the bed. She took off her beautiful, new boots and put them neatly on the floor beside her, almost afraid someone was going to take them while she slept.
She lay in the bed over the coverlet on her back, staring at the ceiling. She thought that sleep might be long in coming, but it wasn’t, and she dreamed of Drax, of lying in a forest while he cut out her heart.
* * *
Priest
It was latewhen Priest stumbled into their room; a room that smelled of sex. He saw Drax asleep on one of the beds, and his eyes darted around. Where was the female? He spied her on the other bed, the quilt wrapped around her slight frame. She looked so tiny under the covers that he’d almost missed her.
Eyes narrowing, he cast his eyes over to Drax who was still asleep, wondering if his Brother had rutted the female again. He took a deep breath in through his nose and smelled her in the air. Only her. Smirking, he wondered if the little female had pleasured herself while Drax slumbered. His cock sprang to life, and he swallowed a curse. What was it about this woman that made him unable to control himself?
He laid down on the bed next to Drax, kicking his boots off. He'd lost track of Fie during the fights. Gods only knew where his Brother was now; probably in the bed of some willing maid if he knew the younger male.
He was surprised a moment later when said Brother came through the door. He gave Priest a nod, not speaking as he hung up his cloak, poured himself a goblet of wine from the table, and drank it. Priest followed Fie’s eyes as he noted the female in the bed, but he didn't look over at her again as he lay next to her and fell asleep, beginning to snore softly.
Priest’s eyes meandered around the room, finding their way back to Eve and he had to admit that she looked … not quite so murderous in her sleep. He watched her for a time, her lashes fanned against her pale cheeks, which looked a bit fuller. He snorted. Well, she certainly fucking ate enough.
The next morning,they got up early, finding that the female was already dressed and ready to go. She seemed nervous, full of energy and Priest looked to Drax who was watching her from the corner of his eye.
