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Eladehl
Nari and I stormed into the hall, not even waiting for our guardians. We didn't need to. Wraythe and Talin were only seconds behind us, but I was seething. Oryll had clearly figured out that pushing Nari wasn't going to work, so he'd moved on to me. His goal was to make me hurt her, to force her to fail me and drive a wedge between us. I'd rather fail because I didn't touch her than ever hurt one inch of that woman.
Beside me, I could hear Nari growl under her breath. Clearly, she was just as annoyed as I was. But before I could say anything to her, the last person I wanted to see rushed to catch up with us. Tishlie's shoes clacked on the hard floor and the little bimbo headed right to me. Her hand closed on my arm, trying to pull me around, but that didn't work at all like she wanted.
I spun, sure enough, but my hand found her throat and I was stepping into her before my mind even caught up. Tishlie's back hit the wall, her eyes went wide, and then the idiot's pupil's dilated. I had her. She was under my complete control, and the fool was turned on by it.
Then Anver reached our side. "Ela?" he begged, the words soft and gentle.
Fuck, but I didn't want to let her go. I wanted to squeeze a little harder, yet I could almost feel Nari standing right beside me. I could hear Wraythe step closer. I knew that Talin was in my blind spot, waiting to see how this would go. The best I could do was pull in a long, deep breath and keep my hand from tightening any more.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
The girl's chest was heaving, and only part of it was fear. "I won't work with you," she whispered, but there was no strength in her refusal.
My lips just curled, because I was ok with that. Yet before I could say a thing, Nari's lips found the back of my neck, trailing across my skin. Shivers ran down my spine, directing the blood straight to my dick. I wanted to lean into her touch, but I wouldn't let go of Tishlie.
"Harder," Nari whispered against my ear. "She can still talk, so you aren't gripping tight enough."
By Zeal, I loved this woman. My fingers squeezed. Tishlie's hands grabbed my wrist, trying to pull mine from her throat, but she didn't stand a chance. While Nari's mouth toyed with my neck, I watched the pathetic submissive look desperately to her guardian, but Anver simply leaned his shoulder against the wall. He was close enough to stop me, but making no effort to even try.
"Let her breathe," Nari ordered, but her words were such a sweet and sensual whisper.
I grumbled, loving how hard my dick was now, but I did relax my hand a bit. Tishlie immediately sucked in a breath. Her eyes were jumping all over, hoping that one of the many people around her would save her. She just didn't realize that she'd thrown herself to the wolves, and I was very, very hungry.
"Let me hurt her?" I begged Nari.
"No, Ela," she teased. "That's what the session is for." Her fingers trailed down the length of my arm until her hand rested over mine. "So strong. So dangerous." And then she moved closer to Tishlie and I felt the loss of her body against mine almost painfully.
"Nari..." I breathed.
"Shh," she told me, shifting her hand to cup Tishlie's face. It looked like she was seducing the girl, but I knew better. This was a threat, and the most dangerous kind I'd ever seen. Maybe even worse than me. "You and Ciella keep begging to be noticed," Nari told Tishlie. "You want to make sure Ela notices you? Well, guess what? He has. Now you have to deal with what that means." My girl dared to reach back, sliding her hand down my length, and Tishlie's eyes followed. "If you want this, then you'll have to wait for your session. If you want to live through it, then you'd better hope you make me happy, because..." Nari leaned in near the girl's ear. "I'm not a submissive, Tish. I'm the one calling the shots, and he's the one that will make you hurt oh so good."
"Anver?" Tishlie begged.
"They're not hurting you," he assured her. "Besides, you like it."
Talin just chuckled. "I think the little brat just realized that she's in much deeper than she ever imagined. Dunno how to break this to you, Tish. Ela's not a dom. He's a punisher. Better think real hard about your limits for this session."
"Aren't you supposed to stop him?" Tishlie demanded of Wraythe, that hint of entitlement taking over.
My hand tightened even as my best friend scoffed. "Not when you come begging," Wraythe told her.
A strangled sound came from Tishlie's throat. Nari didn't even flinch. She just trailed her finger across the girl's cheek in the most seductive way imaginable. Never before had I desired to see two women together, but watching my lover help me break this idiot? Oh, yeah. This was going to be fun. I'd even fuck the little bitch if it made Nari happy.
But more than any of that was the men around us. Not a single one was worried about me. They weren't faking, and they weren't trying to make me stop. They trusted me, and I could see it on all of them - including Nari. There was no fear. Talin was breathing harder, proving he was turned on. Nari was in full temptress mode. Wraythe had gone still, just like he always did when he got the chance to watch. It was almost like he didn't want to risk distracting me.
And then there was Anver. His brown eyes hung on me even as his body looked so relaxed. There was a hunger in his gaze, almost a longing, but it wasn't the same as most people's. I could always tell what people wanted, but not him. I knew he wanted something, though. The way this man watched me had always felt so fucking good, and I'd missed that. I wanted to grip a little harder and see if it made him happy.
Nari didn't give me the chance. She turned, pulled my mouth to hers, and kissed me hard - then simply walked away. "Let her go, Ela. We have places to be."
My hand released immediately and I turned. Fuck, but I wanted to look back. I wanted to see Tishlie reach up to rub her throat. I wanted to check to see if Anver was watching me, Nari, or his own ward. I wanted to check whether or not Wraythe's dick was hard. I did none of it.
Instead, I followed Nari obediently, just like her little lapdog. Me, the man who everyone was convinced was too dangerous to control. A word from my partner had been just as powerful as the orders of my god! My breath rushed out at the realization, just as I caught her. I should feel emasculated by that. I should feel powerless, or pissed off that she'd stolen my control, yet all I wanted was to make it clear that she'd been right. She knew me. She was my everything.
I grabbed Nari's arm and spun her to a halt, then kissed her. There, in the middle of the hall, with everyone watching - and I didn't care. She'd stepped up, I'd stepped down, and I had no fucking idea how things were supposed to work between us, but they did. They always had, and the only way I could prove it was to kiss her the way she deserved.
Nari melted into me. Her body relaxed, her lips parted, and I let my tongue explore her mouth. I could feel the hard peaks of her nipples against my chest. A whimper slipped from her throat, and I ground my hips into her, making it clear I could feel it too. She pressed a hand against the base of my throat, but my fingers were in her hair, tilting her face the way I wanted, and she let me.
