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Siderus is silent. His violet eyes give me a final once-over before he shrugs his shoulders in mock submission. This isn’t over. I turn to the other Dukes. Each of them, purposely keeping their emotions hidden.
The unspoken questions still radiating from the other Dukes linger over my head, assessing my worth. What am I if not the greatest Warrior on Protheka ? And, if a mere human can cause the grip of my control to loosen, who will stand by my claim to the throne?
My mastery of control has a reputation amongst the ranks of powerful Elves. The King himself is known to seek my counsel when the magic he wields threatens to overturn his logic.
Control. It is my greatest strength, my unwavering ability to compartmentalize my mind, allowing only victory as the outcome of every battle I face.
Until now.
This fragile human woman has undone years of training in a matter of moments. Her vibrant blue eyes and rounded lips haunt the ridged edges of my heart. Already her presence seeks to undo everything I’ve built. Reinforcing my walls, I remind myself of all the reasons she can never be mine.
I stare at her; her unsure gaze shields a shadow of the strength I witnessed when she lunged at the noble. She is perfect in her dazzling imperfection. Something warm begins to thaw the ice inside of me.
No, she can’t be mine. But she will be.
I snap my fingers, uncaring, knowing what comes next. A zagfer appears beside me holding a stone chest. I turn to the manager of Eris House, opening the chest so he can clearly see the lavender gleam of the ipias, the most expensive currency on Protheka, it held.
The manager's eyes grow wide; I have no doubt that he has never come across this much money in all his time on this planet. His eyes turn ravenous as continues to stare. The glutton's shifting beady eyes draws his attention from me to the chest, as if he is afraid it will disappear at any moment.
"This should cover the cost of the Human," I state. "From this moment on, you can consider her contract with Eris House void. She belongs to me."
The zagfer places the chest in the waiting arms of the unsightly manager. Without another word he rushes through the doors with his newest conquest.
I didn't wait to see the expressions of the Duke’s that stood behind me. Nor did I give in to the instinct urging me to check to make sure my prize was following. She is mine now, and there is no turning back.
The thud of my heavy leather boots overshadows the softer padding of my human and slaves. Nevertheless, I could hear her a few steps behind. I release a breath and pick up my pace, allowing the full reach of my legs to carry me through the maze that is the hallways of Eris House. Moving across the long corridors, I take the path leading to the nearest exit, desperate for an escape.
I have no idea what’s next. What will I do with the human? Of course, there is the obvious possibility of keeping her as a bedmate. Even when I am King, it’s not uncommon for me to keep a woman to pleasure me outside of a noble Elven wife.
I thought of my small humans' curves spending their days wrapped in the finest silks, hidden away, awaiting me to ravage the spoils between her thighs. Just as I could feel the warmth of her hand skimming across my hot skin, guilt blankets the satisfaction the image gives me.
The life of a whore holds no joy, no passion, and no safety. Those women eventually become the nameless mothers of bastard children. Thrown further into the fringes of society, and once their suitors have their fill, the child and mother are left to fend for themselves.
Myhuman deserves better. But can I allow myself to give in? The desire for something more causes my blood to rise.
“Wait” my human calls after me.
I ignore her and continue at my pace. I need to keep her at a distance until I can figure out what exactly I am going to do with her.
“Wait” she calls out again, her voice louder.
Her uneven, awkward steps struggle to keep pace behind me. Every slap of her soles against the hard tiles of the hallway causes my heart to clench. I keep moving, unwilling to submit to this female any more than I already have.
“I said stop!” she shouts.
The dominance in her voice brings me to halt. Who does this human think she is speaking to?
I turn to face her, allowing my fury to slip through. She stands unmoving, her hands press firmly to her sides. The blue in her eyes shine brighter, her anger igniting, fueling their storm. Despite being the focus of my ire, she refuses to cast her gaze to the floor.
She is a fighter. A fact that shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. Even through my anger, I could feel my length hardening. My brave, albeit foolish dove. Even aware of what her actions can cost her, she faces me, fully prepared to go toe to toe with a demon.
I’m in front of her in seconds. She gasps, her eyes widen as I engulf her body with my own. Pressing her frame flush to the wall behind her, I barricade all routes of escape with my body. She turns her face from me, the sharp movement causing her soft locks to caress my cheek. Her scent coats my skin, and I cup her cheek roughly, forcing her to face me.
Her lip's part and I resist the urge to kiss her senseless. I refuse to allow this siren to negate the consequences with her seductions. It is time she learns her place.
Tracing a rough finger across the parting between her lips, she shivers beneath my touch.
“Say that again” I challenge.
