Page 10 of Claimed by the Savage Dragons
Orin finishes her hair, and I wave him away as I see him begin to take more notice of her body. He isn’t old enough to be as immune to her as I am.
‘See where dinner is,’ I tell him and off he goes like a good young drake.
I let go of her mouth and grab the soap.
‘I’ll do it myself,’ she whispers.
I snort.
‘No, you won’t. You lost that right when you started pulling this nonsense.’
I get close to her face and her flinch after her shenanigans today is gratifying.
‘You promised you’d be good when I let the others live, when I killed those men. You lied and now you’ll pay for it. When you do as I say, you’re rewarded. When you disobey, your rights are removed. Start doing as you’re told, as you promised, and this journey won’t go so badly for you.’
I don’t tell her that once we get into our mountains, she’ll have no rights at all no matter how she acts. It’ll be much the same for her whether she follows the rules, or not. That’s just how it is for her kind there, at the moment anyway. Brax and Drey have been trying to change that since the latter took command, but the idea of humans as lower creatures is deeply entrenched now. Morcai decreed it during his reign, and it was like that for a very long time.
She sits docile as I soap her long hair for the second time. I’m not gentle, but I’m not overly rough either. When I’m finished with her head, I turn my attention to the rest of her and, true to my word, I make her stand up and I scrub every inch ofher. I’d rather not, but I have to follow through otherwise she won’t learn that she needs to obey, and in the mountains, that’s tantamount to a death sentence. If she’s lucky.
My touch is impersonal, and I don’t look at her closely. At least I don’t think I do, but then a certain part of my anatomy begins to make itself known. Luckily, she won’t see because I haven’t tucked my shirt in, but I take a step back abruptly and look past her, thinking about how she smelled earlier today and willing my cock to shrink.
The smell of her. I almost groan. That’s the problem. She smells different now that all the dirt is gone. That underlying scent that I noticed before is more prominent now. It’s the same sweet tang that my nostrils got a hint of in that clearing earlier today. Subconsciously, or not, it’s the reason I chose her. My mouth begins to water, but I don’t want to eat her... well, not all of her anyway.
‘Sit down and soak the rest off you,’ I snap, errantly wondering if her pink cheeks are from the heat of the water or from my hands on her.
I chuck the sponge in the bath, turning away as if I’m not about to grab her, part her thighs, and feast on her cunt.
I haven’t felt like this since... I can’t even remember but it was long ago, when the humans still had the run of the world, when their machines still crowded our skies... when I lived among them.
‘Orin!’
My protégé sticks his head into the room.
‘Give the female privacy to finish but ensure she doesn’t try to run again.’
I leave the room without a backwards look.
There’s a tray with three steaming bowls of stew on the table along with a loaf of bread in the middle.
I snort as I make my way over to it and sit down to eat.
Orin brings out the woman a few minutes later. She’s dry but still naked. When I raise a brow at Orin, he shrugs.
‘Not up to me,’ he mutters as he sits down.
The girl, trying in vain to cover her tits and nethers with her arms, regards me as if I’m in the wrong and I roll my eyes.
‘Eat,’ I say, ‘before it gets cold.’
She sniffles a bit as she edges closer.
‘Sit down!’ I bark and she jumps with a small cry.
I close my eyes and look Heavenward, beseeching the universe for patience.
The girl slides into the seat next to me with a huff.
‘You don’t need to yell at me,’ she says.
