Page 15 of Jagged Honor

Though they didn’t stop or take me back to him, to my surprise, the females gentled their grip on my arms as the male roared a series of sharp, heated commands.

Just like on the boat, as I absorbed his tone and their abrupt obedience, I forgot he was chained up like a prisoner—or a criminal…but he was still clearly not happy with them and so I was more confused than ever before.

In the end, he couldn’t stop them from separating us, especially when several males gripped him by his chains and drug him away from me.

I was carriedaway from the boat, across at least a mile of solid ice, past dozens and dozens of clustered huts andigloos—go figure—and then unceremoniously carted through the enormous cave opening that seemed even more cavernous up close.

All the while catching the eyes of nearly every cat person along the way, which wasa lot. But no one stopped us.

No one stepped in to help me or at least try and communicate with me.

Not like the male that had been chained up.

I tried to track him as they carried us both from the boat, but he was taken deep into the village while I was tripping through a crowded cave.

For its size, I wouldn’t have expected it to be so crowded by the size of the entrance, but once inside, I was overwhelmed by the number of passageways and smaller dens.

Any stalagmites that may have been there had been smoothed away, revealing a glittery rock that looked like it would feel like silk.

I spied little groups of cat-people in the dens, some working, others lounging, but couldn’t decide if they were used as homes or more of gathering areas—I stopped concerning myself with the dens pretty quickly when I was pulled into a pitch-black tunnel.

There were torches on the walls, and I’d seen them lit through other passageways but not this one. This one was kept so dark that once we were a few feet inside, I couldn’t see more than a foot or two, and then I couldn’t seeanything.

I was trembling by the time we came to a stop, now wanting to hold onto the two females escorting me rather than run away from them. I didn’t know what to expect.

I knew asking wouldn’t get me anywhere with them, so I was braced for anything.

When we came to a stop in what felt like a tight, cold space, I held my breath.

I heard a sharp hissing sound, and then the room was illuminated by a small flame that whooshed across several torches along two walls.

I blinked a few times, taking in the small room, but that was all I had time for before the two females abruptly released me and shoved me forward a few steps.

I turned in confusion as they immediately left and then gaped as a heavy metal cage door was thrown closed behind them.

I could only stand there as a lock was clamped on the door, trapping me inside.

Sucking in a sharp burst of air, I shook my head. I guess I was a prisoner after all.

Chapter5

DROGANN

Furious,though Drogann knew he had no right to be, he gritted his teeth as his brethren led him by chains to meet with the council.

Instinct was churning under his skin, instincts he had not felt before but recognized immediately.

The strange female was unlike anything he’d ever encountered before, but she was undeniably female and unquestionably beautiful.

Furless and so soft, she made his cock hard just looking at her. It took a lifetime of discipline to resist tossing her down and mounting her at first sight.

Drogann longed to bury himself between her supple thighs, taste the mouthwatering scent of her cunt, and claim her before his clan so no male could look upon her without fear of his claws. But that would have to wait.

He had to deal with something far less pleasant first.

The council was waiting for his arrival while his sentinels escorted him through a cluster of domiciles chosen on the outskirts of the encampment.

Drogann’s arrival was not exactly clandestine but meeting here would at least ensure his brother could not hear what was spoken of this day.

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