She snarls at me, her sharp elbow digging into my side. I grunt in pain.
‘It’s not safe for mein here! Do you really think I believe your lies that I know you? That I’ve simply forgotten? I’m no fool! Did you put something in the meat I was carrying when you stopped me in the street? Were you trying to render me senseless?’ She laughs low. ‘If you want to fuck me, you fae cunts, try! I’ll not lie placid on the bed and let you!’
With that, her head jerks back and cracks into my nose. The crunch of it breaking makes my stomach turn.
‘Fuck!’ I snarl as my eyes swim and I turn my face away in case she tries again.
‘Give her to me,’ Jak commands, and I do.
I can’t get rid of the tiny, wild thing quick enough. Let Jak deal with her if he thinks he can.
I push my nose back into place with a click, drying my tearing eyes with my sleeve so that I can see.
I hear her yelp in pain and Jak winces.
‘Sorry, Bryn. I didn’t mean to.’
She pauses her struggles, looking at him in triumph. There’s a pregnant pause and her eyes widen at him.
Jak simply watches her, his expression commiserating. ‘No, Bryn.’
I don’t understand the exchange but she suddenly lets out a wild laugh and bares her teeth at him, pushing off the ground hard. Somehow, Jak loses his balance and they land on the bed with him under her.
I think she’s trying to get away from him and I make sure I’m close, just in case she succeeds.
But then she lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock, though at the moment, I wish it didn’t, and Jak’s hands that were gripping her hard, relax.
I frown at them, canting my head. And then Bryn’s hips roll and she whimpers a ‘please’.
I turn away in shock though I’m not sure why, feeling as if I’m intruding on a very private interlude. I can’t leave in case this is a trick to make us let our guard down, but neither can I simply watch.
So, I turn the chair toward the fire and make myself listen to the noises of her taking what she needs from Jak.
I’m glad it’s not me having to give in when she’s not herself, and yet a part of me yearns to tear her away from my friend so that I can sink into her instead.
But I don’t.
I sit in the chair and make sure she’s all right. Well, as all right as she can be at the moment. I watch Locke’s chest moving slowly up and down in my periphery, and will him to wake up so that I can knock him senseless again.
He’d better be able to put her mind right, or I’ll kill him here in this room and let the Council believe him lost.
I might still.
Jak
I let Bryn take what she wills of me. I mean, it’s not as if it’s a hardship, letting a beautiful woman fuck me. I’d truly be a loathsome prick if I complained, especially as she can’t help it.
My mind goes back to the cave and I hope that, when this is over and our human has her memories back, she doesn’t think I took advantage of her.
But will she be ours? Was she ever ours?
She was, she is, and she will be, I vow silently, no matter what Morgan and I must do for her to forgive us.
She picks up her pace, her movements frenzied and her sounds animalistic.
‘Bryn,’ I pant, cupping her face. ‘You go too fast. It’ll be over too quickly for you, love.’
But she bats my hands away with a hiss, gripping onto me hard as if she’s afraid I’ll try and dislodge her.
