Page 20 of Trapped to Tame
‘I shot a deer in the forest and when I went to remove the bolt from its heart, I was the deer and you were cutting my heart from me,’ she said quietly. ‘Sometimes it was the others. What does it mean?’
He looked grim. ‘Don't know,’ he said.
She didn't ask him anything more. She knew when she was being lied to. That was one of the advantages of growing up in the streets. As a child she had learned quickly who would deceive her.
He stayed in the tent with her for a while longer and the atmosphere was tense. Eve was confused by her reaction to him. Was he using fae tricks to make her feel things she didn’t usually feel? She found herself watching him while his back was turned, thinking about how he’d touched her. She’d never enjoyed such things before and a part of her yearned for more. How could she want that from him again? She’d never longed for the Bull’s hands on her. Why was Drax so different?
He ignored her for the most part before leaving the tent, telling her that the others would return soon.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone but was soon bored of waiting for the two other Brothers. She’d rarely left her room except to fight. She wanted to see more of the Camp. Surely, she’d be safe now as a Fourth.
She threw on her still damp boots and ventured from the tent. It was still quite early, and she could hear the sounds of the rings. There wouldn’t be any fights yet, but there would likely be some training.
Eve made her way towards the sounds and found the fighting pits not far away where Priest had beaten her the night before. She eyed the fighters. Some were large men, but not all. There were plenty of combatants on the smaller side practicing with weapons. They were all sizing each other up, probably in preparation for tonight’s fights.
She felt someone behind her and turned to find Priest looking angry.
‘Were you not told to stay in the tent?’ he asked.
‘No,’ she said. ‘I wasn’t.’
A deep, growling noise emanated from his throat, but he was looking past her, and Eve realized that another man had approached.
‘Wasn’t this one meant for the pleasure tents?’ he asked, and she recognized him as the trainer from yestereve.
‘She’s my Fourth now,’ Priest said, his tone threatening.
The trainer looked her over, his unblinking eyes and the expression on his face making Eve shiver. ‘Pity. I like ‘em small.’
His hand darted out and she recoiled, feeling Priest at her back, and deciding that she’d rather have him touching her than this other man.
But Priest moved around her, and the trainer was suddenly on his knees in the dirt before her, howling about his hand which was clearly broken.
Priest’s hand settled around the back of her neck, squeezing slightly as he guided her gently, yet forcefully the short distance back to the tent despite the fact that she was passively going with him.
As soon as they were inside the tent, however, the Brother turned her roughly to face him. Fearing the worst, she lashed out as soon as she was able, catching him in the cheek with a loud crack hard enough to whip his head to the side.
His expression turned even more thunderous but then he grinned nastily, and Eve understood that she’d never seen this man angry; not really.
He made a grab for her, but she danced out of his way, avoiding him easily. He was very quick, but she was smaller, lighter and she made use of that, keeping away from him as he followed her in circles around the tent.
She could escape him for now, flee into the Camp, but she found, as her lips turned up into a grin she couldn’t help, that she was enjoying this. He may not see this as sparring, but all of her losing fights had led to time with the Bull. Knowing that whatever happened, this one would not, Eve found herself reveling in the fight. She might dislike this prick, but he was good, and he could move.
He finally feigned left and caught her and she let out an oomph as she was thrown down to the furs, Priest on top of her, breathing as heavily as she was.
His anger seemed to have been replaced by confusion and, as she felt his cock growing hard between her legs, arousal. She tried not to go rigid beneath him but knew that she had failed when his eyes caught hers and his glamor disappeared. Her breath caught. His violet eyes were feral, and his expression was wild as he leant forward, grinding himself against her.
‘Do you yield?’ he growled.
Before she could even think of an answer, his lips were on hers and she startled. No one had ever done this before. She closed her eyes, a part of her screaming that she should be struggling while another was telling her to acquiesce, to let him do what he willed because, like Drax, he would ensure that she enjoyed it at least a little.
Then he pulled back and sneered. ‘Human females are all the same,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘All it takes is a hard cock between your legs and you mewl like beasts in heat.’
Her eyes widened and then narrowed as she took in his words. He was playing with her, but she didn’t understand why.
She threw her head forwards, her forehead striking his nose hard enough to make her dizzy, but the crunch and his cry of pain made the headache she was going to have worth it as he scrambled to his feet. She did the same, standing toe to toe with him.
‘You ever touch me again and I’ll do worse than break your fucking nose,’ she hissed.
