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Chapter 8 Broken Defiance

  • He thrust against my hand a few more times and I learned the motion he was teaching me. Withdrawing my finger, a bit then letting him push it back in with his momentum.
  • One of his callused palms skid up between us and folded over my breast. Feeling it bobbing in his hand as he pressed forward and back against me.
  • Teaching my finger to fill me and withdraw.
  • Like he’s going to do to me. I was suddenly very sure of it.
  • I was wrong about him not wanting my body. I’d hoped to merely be his slave.
  • “You will be.” He said against the shell of my ear. “For my flesh and your own.”
  • ***
  • I glared at him, but the motions of his body were unrelenting. Rocking the table beneath me as his thighs lightly brushed it.
  • My back surged up and pressed my tits against him. A small instinctive sound of pleasure gurgled up my throat.
  • Feeding his intent and making him move more harshly. His brows lifted and his eyes widened as he watched me riding the wild waves pulsing through me.
  • “Ahh.” I moaned as my body tightened and my knees rose to pinch his hips between them as I vibrated against him and pressed further down against my own hand.
  • “Good.” He pushed off the table and took a step back. Lightly rubbing beneath the laces of his breeches. “Enough teasing for now.”
  • I blew a relieved breath. Happy to have a reprieve.
  • “Don’t get your hopes up.” His blue eyes narrowed on me. “It’s temporary.”
  • I climbed off the table. Sweeping my legs under me and shocked when they shuddered weakly, and I thought I’d fall. I had to keep one hand on the table to ensure I was held up.
  • I looked around the floor, searching for some bit of my clothing.
  • “No need.” He said dismissively as he turned and adjusted his cloak. Looking through the pockets for something. “You won’t be wearing any for a long while.”
  • ***
  • I shot him a horrified look.
  • “Go to the corner and step into the tub.” Without looking up to meet my study, he pointed to a far corner near the bed. A huge meatal bin stood there.
  • I tried to cover my body with my hands as best as I was able. I walked unsteadily to the corner and peered into the bin. It’s clean.
  • But it was dry as a bone.
  • What’s he expecting me to do in here? There’s no water. I was aware I was still covered in mud and filth over my face and my hair was matted with it until its soft brown shade was nearly black.
  • “Get in.” He called gruffly. As if losing patience with me. As he pulled bits of metal from his cloak and filtered through them.
  • What is that? I was looking at him instead of obeying.
  • Which was apparently a mistake.
  • He turned slowly to peer at me and before I registered, he was moving, he appeared several feet closer in a puff of black smoke. Then disappeared and appeared several feet closer on the opposite side of the room. Then even closer before he was suddenly standing over me.
  • “What’d I command you to do, she-wolf?”
  • “Jade.” I corrected. Glaring fiercely up at him. Willing to be as unmoving as him.
  • ***
  • “In!” He demanded. His lip curling in a snarl and his eyes flaring yellow.
  • Clearly not caring this moment what the hell my name is.
  • My eyes heated to yellow in retaliation. The she-wolf rolling deep beneath my skin, ready to defend herself. I felt my back ripple slightly and bits of fur peel apart pores along my shoulder and upper arm as I was perilously close to changing.
  • I inhaled through my nose, trying to hide the fact that I was fighting to control my wolf. If he really is a wolf and I change into mine he’ll respond in kind, to mount me.
  • It was something my aunt had frequently warned me of.
  • Especially this close to the mating moon. 
  • The nature of males became far more aggressive and predatory.
  • And Warlord certainly seems to be exhibiting those symptoms.
  • Becoming a wolf now would send my scent wafting through this castle and summon any wolf or half-wolf within miles.
  • Hoping to mate.
  • ***
  • Assessing the impudent expression on my face, his posture suddenly changed.
  • “Fine.” He shrugged and stepped back with slow grin. “Have it your way, she-wolf.”
  • What’s that mean?
  • Despite his words I was very sure that I wasn’t going to like whatever is coming.
  • He’s dangerously powerful.
  • ***
  • He stared at a spot above the bin and water began to pour from that spot in a fountain of water.
  • I stared in shock. There’s nothing there.
  • I twisted to examine the spot where the water emerged. Spinning a full circle and stepping around the bin to assess it from a different angle. But no matter where I moved, it didn’t change the fact that there was nothing generating the water.
  • My gaze slipped back over to Warlord who stood unmoving. Watching me in that predatory way he did, which required no movement of his. Just a slightly lowered head and hooded eyes.
  • “Get in.” He said the words so quietly I barely heard them over the fall of water.
  • When I reached into it, it was freezing.
  • I gasped and snatched my hand back. “I’m not getting in there.”
  • “Yes, you are.” He hissed. “I don’t think you understand the way of this little game yet…”
  • “Get in…” He used that far off echoing voice that made me feel sleepy and lightheaded.