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CHAPTER4
Alena
Tor glared over my head at Black, who had entered with me and was still standing in the room, as I looked at the floor.
“You can go any time,” Tor said, finally.
Black stepped closer to me, and put his hands on my shoulders. “I’m just making sure – at Cap’s request,brother -that you understand what the rules are.”
I lifted my head slowly, just enough to look at Tor, my heart pounding. He was staring back at Black, and the tension between them was so thick I really did feel like I could reach up and grasp it in my hands. His eyes narrowed. “I ain’t fucking stupid, Black,” he growled.
He reached for me, his hand shooting out to grasp my shoulder, but Black’s fingers closed slowly and calmly on my skin and he didn’t relinquish me.
Tor tipped his head to the side. A sneer developed on his lips. “You making some kind of claim, cowboy?”
Black didn’t say anything.
I didn’t know what comments like this meant, and I didn’t understand the extreme tension they caused. “Making a claim” was something they talked about a lot, but only in code, and without trying to explain it to me. Not even when they were most talkative, most willing to divulge information: after they came, next to me on the bed.
How muchmoreof a claim anyone could make on me, I also did not understand.
“Didn’t think so,” Tor snarled, after giving Black a moment to answer. He pulled me toward him. I stumbled a little, because Black didn’t immediately let me go.
Tor pulled me close to him after I stumbled into him, and pushed his fingers into my hair to control my head, gripping my skull, pressing me to his chest. “Bye, bye, then, Black,” he growled. “I have shit to do.”
There was more tension, while Tor’s other hand moved to my breast, pushing into my robe, seeking out my left nipple to squeeze it. I swallowed the pain, tensing up and closing my eyes, trying to keep my lips motionless, not to squeal. My nipples were already sore, from Tor, and it was hard to feign neutrality.
“Remember,” Black said. “You return her just as you got her.”
A sound like a growl and a chuckle rumbled in Tor’s chest. He pushed one shoulder of my robe away and grinned before biting gently into my shoulder. No doubt, knowing Tor, he looked Black in the eye while he did this.
His teeth didn’t sink hard enough, or deep enough, to leave a mark. It was all just show, but it still scared me, because Tor had become less and less predictable, and more aggressive, with each passing day. I didn’t knowwhatto do about it, because Tor never crossed the line and drew blood, or came in my pussy.
“I got it,” Tor said, snickering. “Now get out. Cuttin’ into my time.”
Black was leaving, I could tell without looking up, because Tor was turning, pulling me with him, his arm around me like we were a couple from an old, old Earth film. I heard the door open, and then close.
Tor pushed me onto the bed, grasping my robe as he did so, so it was yanked down and fell open. I tried to stop myself from falling onto the bed, but failed, and then, I was suddenly frightened. Tor had a particularly violent look in his eye, like he was angry.
I scrambled backward. This was an instinct, not something I thought of. I don’t know where I thought I was going.
Oddly, Tor just stood at the foot of the bed, watching me. His amusement had faded – unlike Black, he did not stay humorous for long. Raw hunger had climbed into his expression and his eyes were devouring me.
“Tor,” I said, when I reached the headboard and regained my sensibilities. I could not escape him, but I kept pushing with my feet, because my body was not receiving the message, and still wanted to flee. “Please, please tell me what I did to you,” I whispered, trying to speak loudly and clearly.
He had been methodically removing his clothing while I spoke, never taking his eyes off me. He pulled his shirt off now, and tossed it aside. Tor’s body was thick with muscles, compacted into a smaller frame. Attractive to me, but less so than Black or Rhys.
His chin jerked slightly to the right, and his eyes narrowed. It was almost as if he didn’t understand what I was saying, like I had asked him a stupid question.
He climbed onto the bed, one knee at a time, until he could reach my right ankle. His hand swiped out and caught it, and he jerked me toward him on the bed. His eyes went to my pussy, and he held one ankle while his other hand dropped between my legs, exploring my tender pussy lips, a snarl curling his mouth when he felt how wet I was.
“First you can show me how sorry you are,” he said, deadly serious. “For being a little whore.”
My mouth fell open a little.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,little girl. And I’m going to make you come. Even though it looks like maybe you already did.” He lifted his eyes to look at me, and I saw Tor’s usual kind of rage lurking in them.
No man had ever looked at me like that. No men in ATDC ever looked atanyonelike that. Jealousy was an emotion wereadabout if we studied pre-civilization literature. It was just a word to me before I met these men.
