Page 27 of Chosen
“I…I put the instructions in before we were called away,” Johra wheezed the words out, as he fought to breathe.
I’m not sure what to make of what’s happening. Why is the Sector Leader so upset and what did Johra mean about them being called away?
The Sector Leader releases Johra, who falls to the floor unceremoniously. The smaller man coughs and clutches his neck gasping for air. “My Lord, I’m not sure where the miscommunication lies but I can rectify whatever the issue is. Since we had to be called away so urgently to the 4thregion shortly after your arrival, I left the instructions for your breeder’s care with the steward as is protocol.”
The Sector Leader walks over to the table and picks up my untouched food. “And this? Is this an acceptable meal for anyone in this household to consume?”
Johra slowly rises to his feet. His eyes widen when he notices the contents. “I’m not sure how this has happened but again, I will get to the bottom of this matter.”
“I want you to round up the maids who were responsible for bringing this food, the chef who prepared it, and the steward who was to follow through with my instructions. They are to present themselves in my office within the hour.”
“Of course my Lord.”
“In the meantime, have a proper meal sent to this room, right away. And if something like this is sent to my breeder again, I will hold you personally responsible.”
Johra bows his head. “I will oversee it myself.”
“Make sure that you do.”
Johra quickly exits the room leaving me alone with the Sector Leader.
His eyes are still amber and they’re now focused on me. I take an involuntary step back as a sense of unease creeps into my being. The numb I’d held on to for this long has failed me in his presence.
I don’t understand why he’s able to make me feel this way with a glance. Will he direct his anger on me now that we’re alone or does he want something I’m not sure I’m prepared to give?
His stare sweeps over my form giving none of his thoughts away. Is he disappointed in what he sees? Does he feel disgust when he remembers my disfigured back?
He closes the distance between us and cups my face.
A shiver shimmies up my spine as I once again feel that jolt of electricity I thought I’d imagined the first time he touched me.
I turn my face away from his caress but that doesn’t stop him. He grazes the other side of my face with the back of his knuckles.
“Beautiful,” he whispers softly. “I believed you to be a culmination of my lack of sleep and imagination, but here you are.”
As if an invisible string is pulling me, I raise my head to meet his gaze and find myself trapped in their amber depths. They’re beautiful, like a precious jewel.
When he lowers his head and our lips are dangerously close, I want to pull away from him but one muscular arm pulls me against him.
I whimper as our lips collide and I freeze. My brains screams to resist but my body sends an entirely different signal. I’m not supposed to feel a thing and if I do, it should be fear and terror considering the diabolical treatment I’d received as a companion.
I try to call upon the anger and resentment I should feel toward him for being ignored these past several days while I was fed food not fit for an animal. But none of those feelings come. Instead that unfamiliar heat I’d experienced on the plane returns, claiming my body once again and making it compliant to his touch.
The roughness of his beard isn’t abrasive against my skin as I thought it would be, instead it tickles my skin. Its softness surprises me as well as his lips. They’re tender and gentle.
The kiss is something unexpected. I’m taken back to the days on the commune where I’d shared a few stolen kisses with past boyfriends.
But this isn’t my boyfriend, this is my owner. He’s my Master, who basically holds my life in his hands. This thought is enough to sober me and give me the inspiration I need to fight him off, but as I place my palms against his chest, ready to push him away, I feel the pounding of his heart beneath my fingertips.
It races, matching mine. The thought of resistance immediately flees.
I’m lifted off my feet while our lips remain pressed together. My arms automatically go around his neck as he crushes me against his chest.
The heat that I’d fought so desperately to ignore surges through my body and I find myself giving in to it.
He presses his tongue against my lips, silently demanding entrance and to my shame, I give in to him without a struggle. The kiss grows more forceful with each passing second while he explores every inch of my mouth. He devours me as though he seeks to consume my very soul.
He cups the back of my head and sucks my tongue into his mouth.
