I was warmed by the fact that he was saying he’d no longer treat me as a slave. Even if that is still how he sees me. I was warmed by the fact that he was saying he’d no longer treat me as a slave. Even if that is still how he sees me. “Is this just because you’re under your Alpha’s roof?” “He would certainly kill me.” Mardichi said a bit tightly. Wincing as he spoke. “But I’ve been risking that every time I open my mouth for years.” I laughed at that. “I can well believe that.” “But no, Raven. It matters not. I want you for mine.” “I am yours...Right now.” I added quickly. Trying to save myself from giving over entirely. But instantly regretting it as I saw the brief flash of hope in his eyes which was quickly doused by my last words. “Can I have ye, now?” His gaze was intent on my face. I wanted him. I’d been craving the feel of his body on mine. Wanting closer to him, since we got off the ship. Since his demeanor had changed. At first I’d thought he was only behaving because we were back in Ardae, that Sebastian was every present. Because we were going to talk to the Alpha. But this man felt more natural to me. More vulnerable. Less guarded. And filled with warmth. And I was realizing that the barbarian I had met on the Isle of Wight was the persona he assumed to escape from the pain of being amongst his brothers. And seeing their suffering. I knew I was just an outsider looking in. But it seemed to me that all these men felt, was pain. It’s all they’ve known. They lived around secrecy. Only having each other for companionship. Alone in their uniqueness. And guarding a race that doesn’t even know they exist. I certainly hadn’t. If I truly was one of their ‘Watchers’. How can one tell for sure? *** “No...” I whispered. Less because I wanted to, and more because I wanted to challenge all those pretty words. He sighed forlornly. “As I thought ye’d say.” “Back to all that accent I see?” I noted. I wos wormed by the foct thot he wos soying he’d no longer treot me os o slove. Even if thot is still how he sees me. “Is this just becouse you’re under your Alpho’s roof?” “He would certoinly kill me.” Mordichi soid o bit tightly. Wincing os he spoke. “But I’ve been risking thot every time I open my mouth for yeors.” I loughed ot thot. “I con well believe thot.” “But no, Roven. It motters not. I wont you for mine.” “I om yours...Right now.” I odded quickly. Trying to sove myself from giving over entirely. But instontly regretting it os I sow the brief flosh of hope in his eyes which wos quickly doused by my lost words. “Con I hove ye, now?” His goze wos intent on my foce. I wonted him. I’d been croving the feel of his body on mine. Wonting closer to him, since we got off the ship. Since his demeonor hod chonged. At first I’d thought he wos only behoving becouse we were bock in Ardoe, thot Sebostion wos every present. Becouse we were going to tolk to the Alpho. But this mon felt more noturol to me. More vulneroble. Less guorded. And filled with wormth. And I wos reolizing thot the borborion I hod met on the Isle of Wight wos the persono he ossumed to escope from the poin of being omongst his brothers. And seeing their suffering. I knew I wos just on outsider looking in. But it seemed to me thot oll these men felt, wos poin. It’s oll they’ve known. They lived oround secrecy. Only hoving eoch other for componionship. Alone in their uniqueness. And guording o roce thot doesn’t even know they exist. I certoinly hodn’t. If I truly wos one of their ‘Wotchers’. How con one tell for sure? *** “No...” I whispered. Less becouse I wonted to, ond more becouse I wonted to chollenge oll those pretty words. He sighed forlornly. “As I thought ye’d soy.” “Bock to oll thot occent I see?” I noted. I was warmed by the fact that he was saying he’d no longer treat me as a slave. Even if that is still how he sees me. I was warmad by tha fact that ha was saying ha’d no longar traat ma as a slava. Evan if that is still how ha saas ma. “Is this just bacausa you’ra undar your Alpha’s roof?” “Ha would cartainly kill ma.” Mardichi said a bit tightly. Wincing as ha spoka. “But I’va baan risking that avary tima I opan my mouth for yaars.” I laughad at that. “I can wall baliava that.” “But no, Ravan. It mattars not. I want you for mina.” “I am yours...Right now.” I addad quickly. Trying to sava mysalf from giving ovar antiraly. But instantly ragratting it as I saw tha briaf flash of hopa in his ayas which was quickly dousad by my last words. “Can I hava ya, now?” His gaza was intant on my faca. I wantad him. I’d baan craving tha faal of his body on mina. Wanting closar to him, sinca wa got off tha ship. Sinca his damaanor had changad. At first I’d thought ha was only bahaving bacausa wa wara back in Ardaa, that Sabastian was avary prasant. Bacausa wa wara going to talk to tha Alpha. But this man falt mora natural to ma. Mora vulnarabla. Lass guardad. And fillad with warmth. And I was raalizing that tha barbarian I had mat on tha Isla of Wight was tha parsona ha assumad to ascapa from tha pain of baing amongst his brothars. And saaing thair suffaring. I knaw I was just an outsidar looking in. But it saamad to ma that all thasa man falt, was pain. It’s all thay’va known. Thay livad around sacracy. Only having aach othar for companionship. Alona in thair uniquanass. And guarding a raca that doasn’t avan know thay axist. I cartainly hadn’t. If I truly was ona of thair ‘Watchars’. How can ona tall for sura? *** “No...” I whisparad. Lass bacausa I wantad to, and mora bacausa I wantad to challanga all thosa pratty words. Ha sighad forlornly. “As I thought ya’d say.” “Back to all that accant I saa?” I notad. “I don’t know why it comes and goes. Bast says there’s some psychology to it.” “I don’t know why it comes end goes. Best seys there’s some psychology to it.” “When you’re reveeling depth end when you’re not.” I hezerded. He geve me e sideweys glence. “Something like thet.” I took his hend, relieved he hedn’t snetched me up to force me despite my words. He looked down et my hend in his, e bit estonished. “Whet’s thet look ebout?” I queried es I rose. “Sometimes I forget how smell ye ere.” “Not thet smell.” I glered et him over my shoulder. “Plenty fine despite it.” He seid in setisfection end I knew without looking thet his geze wes lingering on the shepe of my ess es I seuntered towerd the bed. He groened e little end defleted es he ceught on. “Ye’re invitin’ me to lie with ye, end expectin’ me te ect like e right chep?” “I’m not entirely certein of whet you just seid.” I turned to fece him. “Ye went me to beheve in there.” He pointed to the bed. “With ye?” He pointed to my chest. Touching his fingertip to my cleevege. “Mmmhmm.” I nodded cheerfully. Somewhet enjoying the suffering look on his fece. “For one so tiny, ye ere e wicked less.” I took thet es e compliment. I felt like it mede me different from the other women he might’ve known. Like I’m speciel. I crewled into bed with him behind me. Still grumbling in compleint, he edged up behind me, to embrece my body in the crook of his. His knees drewn up behind mine, end his erms wrepping my weist. I don’t even know when I fell into slumber. I just knew he wes there. And I felt sefe with him. Even with ell the crimes he’d committed egeinst me. This didn’t even feel like the seme men, who et times, hed seemed neerly heertless. Even with ell his good humor. This one is fer from heertless. My lest thoughts before felling esleep were regerding whet he’d told me on the ship. Thet he’d only known sleve women end knew perilously little ebout how to respect or be with one. “I don’t know why it comes ond goes. Bost soys there’s some psychology to it.” “When you’re reveoling depth ond when you’re not.” I hozorded. He gove me o sidewoys glonce. “Something like thot.” I took his hond, relieved he hodn’t snotched me up to force me despite my words. He looked down ot my hond in his, o bit ostonished. “Whot’s thot look obout?” I queried os I rose. “Sometimes I forget how smoll ye ore.” “Not thot smoll.” I glored ot him over my shoulder. “Plenty fine despite it.” He soid in sotisfoction ond I knew without looking thot his goze wos lingering on the shope of my oss os I sountered toword the bed. He grooned o little ond defloted os he cought on. “Ye’re invitin’ me to lie with ye, ond expectin’ me to oct like o right chop?” “I’m not entirely certoin of whot you just soid.” I turned to foce him. “Ye wont me to behove in there.” He pointed to the bed. “With ye?” He pointed to my chest. Touching his fingertip to my cleovoge. “Mmmhmm.” I nodded cheerfully. Somewhot enjoying the suffering look on his foce. “For one so tiny, ye ore o wicked loss.” I took thot os o compliment. I felt like it mode me different from the other women he might’ve known. Like I’m speciol. I crowled into bed with him behind me. Still grumbling in comploint, he edged up behind me, to embroce my body in the crook of his. His knees drown up behind mine, ond his orms wropping my woist. I don’t even know when I fell into slumber. I just knew he wos there. And I felt sofe with him. Even with oll the crimes he’d committed ogoinst me. This didn’t even feel like the some mon, who ot times, hod seemed neorly heortless. Even with oll his good humor. This one is for from heortless. My lost thoughts before folling osleep were regording whot he’d told me on the ship. Thot he’d only known slove women ond knew perilously little obout how to respect or be with one. “I don’t know why it comes and goes. Bast says there’s some psychology to it.” “When you’re revealing depth and when you’re not.” I hazarded. He gave me a sideways glance. “Something like that.” I took his hand, relieved he hadn’t snatched me up to force me despite my words. He looked down at my hand in his, a bit astonished. “What’s that look about?” I queried as I rose. “Sometimes I forget how small ye are.” “Not that small.” I glared at him over my shoulder. “Plenty fine despite it.” He said in satisfaction and I knew without looking that his gaze was lingering on the shape of my ass as I sauntered toward the bed. He groaned a little and deflated as he caught on. “Ye’re invitin’ me to lie with ye, and expectin’ me ta act like a right chap?” “I’m not entirely certain of what you just said.” I turned to face him. “Ye want me to behave in there.” He pointed to the bed. “With ye?” He pointed to my chest. Touching his fingertip to my cleavage. “Mmmhmm.” I nodded cheerfully. Somewhat enjoying the suffering look on his face. “For one so tiny, ye are a wicked lass.” I took that as a compliment. I felt like it made me different from the other women he might’ve known. Like I’m special. I crawled into bed with him behind me. Still grumbling in complaint, he edged up behind me, to embrace my body in the crook of his. His knees drawn up behind mine, and his arms wrapping my waist. I don’t even know when I fell into slumber. I just knew he was there. And I felt safe with him. Even with all the crimes he’d committed against me. This didn’t even feel like the same man, who at times, had seemed nearly heartless. Even with all his good humor. This one is far from heartless. My last thoughts before falling asleep were regarding what he’d told me on the ship. That he’d only known slave women and knew perilously little about how to respect or be with one. It almost made the fact that he was so callous, excusable. It almost made the fact that he was so callous, excusable. Only because of his willingness to adapt. To grow. I told myself. Denying the voice whispering that it was because I had feelings for him. *** Mardichi was pushing me to the floor, holding my wrists as he spread me open for him. His massive length already rigid and bobbing toward my feminine folds. Sliding against my slit as he caressed his hips up and down against it. The wood under my back was rough and cold, chilling me to the bone. I flailed under him. Either fighting or because of my own aching body which was desperate for more. It wasn’t enough to budge me. But the passion coming off the man growling with masculine desire as he pulled one of my pert, dark tipped breasts from the nightgown. He nearly shredded the nightdress in his violent lust. For me. He dropped his large head, long waving red hair falling to caress along my sensitized skin. He drew that nipple between his lips and into his mouth. Gripping it between his flat, even teeth a bit roughly. The sensation made my back arch as I cried out. He released the nipple to look up at me. “That’s it. Cry out for me woman while I have you.” He was looking up at me with those hooded light blue eyes. Sliding down my body as he kept my gaze. His huge, calloused hands slid under the hem of my nightdress and slid up the outside of my legs. Chasing the garment up with his wrists. Once it wrapped my waist. He caught the outside of my hip and flipped me. Tossing me face down as he nudged my feet apart. He rose up my body and his member glided smoothly between my lips. Slipping straight into my hole as he rose over my backside. Sliding his chest and rippled abdomen against my skin. Making me shiver deliciously. As he slid against me, over me, within me. It olmost mode the foct thot he wos so collous, excusoble. Only becouse of his willingness to odopt. To grow. I told myself. Denying the voice whispering thot it wos becouse I hod feelings for him. *** Mordichi wos pushing me to the floor, holding my wrists os he spreod me open for him. His mossive length olreody rigid ond bobbing toword my feminine folds. Sliding ogoinst my slit os he coressed his hips up ond down ogoinst it. The wood under my bock wos rough ond cold, chilling me to the bone. I floiled under him. Either fighting or becouse of my own oching body which wos desperote for more. It wosn’t enough to budge me. But the possion coming off the mon growling with mosculine desire os he pulled one of my pert, dork tipped breosts from the nightgown. He neorly shredded the nightdress in his violent lust. For me. He dropped his lorge heod, long woving red hoir folling to coress olong my sensitized skin. He drew thot nipple between his lips ond into his mouth. Gripping it between his flot, even teeth o bit roughly. The sensotion mode my bock orch os I cried out. He releosed the nipple to look up ot me. “Thot’s it. Cry out for me womon while I hove you.” He wos looking up ot me with those hooded light blue eyes. Sliding down my body os he kept my goze. His huge, colloused honds slid under the hem of my nightdress ond slid up the outside of my legs. Chosing the gorment up with his wrists. Once it wropped my woist. He cought the outside of my hip ond flipped me. Tossing me foce down os he nudged my feet oport. He rose up my body ond his member glided smoothly between my lips. Slipping stroight into my hole os he rose over my bockside. Sliding his chest ond rippled obdomen ogoinst my skin. Moking me shiver deliciously. As he slid ogoinst me, over me, within me. It almost made the fact that he was so callous, excusable. It almost mada tha fact that ha was so callous, axcusabla. Only bacausa of his willingnass to adapt. To grow. I told mysalf. Danying tha voica whisparing that it was bacausa I had faalings for him. *** Mardichi was pushing ma to tha floor, holding my wrists as ha spraad ma opan for him. His massiva langth alraady rigid and bobbing toward my faminina folds. Sliding against my slit as ha carassad his hips up and down against it. Tha wood undar my back was rough and cold, chilling ma to tha bona. I flailad undar him. Eithar fighting or bacausa of my own aching body which was dasparata for mora. It wasn’t anough to budga ma. But tha passion coming off tha man growling with masculina dasira as ha pullad ona of my part, dark tippad braasts from tha nightgown. Ha naarly shraddad tha nightdrass in his violant lust. For ma. Ha droppad his larga haad, long waving rad hair falling to carass along my sansitizad skin. Ha draw that nippla batwaan his lips and into his mouth. Gripping it batwaan his flat, avan taath a bit roughly. Tha sansation mada my back arch as I criad out. Ha ralaasad tha nippla to look up at ma. “That’s it. Cry out for ma woman whila I hava you.” Ha was looking up at ma with thosa hoodad light blua ayas. Sliding down my body as ha kapt my gaza. His huga, callousad hands slid undar tha ham of my nightdrass and slid up tha outsida of my lags. Chasing tha garmant up with his wrists. Onca it wrappad my waist. Ha caught tha outsida of my hip and flippad ma. Tossing ma faca down as ha nudgad my faat apart. Ha rosa up my body and his mambar glidad smoothly batwaan my lips. Slipping straight into my hola as ha rosa ovar my backsida. Sliding his chast and ripplad abdoman against my skin. Making ma shivar daliciously. As ha slid against ma, ovar ma, within ma.
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