by Terri Pray
“Yes!”
He thrust against her, his balls slapped against her ass, his cock pressed at her walls, pushing her into a rhythm she couldn't ignore. She didn't want to ignore. This was a part of who she was. Who she would always be now. She had been trained this way. Her body belonged to those who could command her, touch her, use her. Pain and pleasure were a part of her life, she'd never be able to shut that out. No matter what she did or where she tried to hide.
The slave had known that.
The guard had known that.
Davien knew that.
God, Davien. Her Master, her love, the one who owned her soul. She did this for him, to stay alive and whole long enough for Davien to find her. She didn't do it to please Tearlach. None of this was for the beast who now held her. The coward of a man who'd had to snatch her from the fortress, a man too weak to ever command and train a woman himself. No, he had to take others. Never teach himself. He lacked the skill, the patience, the ability to be a master...
Her core rippled, her clit begged for attention. She knew she needed more than he could give her so she let her mind fill in the rest. The touches between her thighs, the knowledge that the one who held her was truly in command. All of the delights she had learned under Davien's control— that's what she needed. What she craved.
Tearlach growled behind her, his erection throbbing, filling her, his breath hot and heavy against the back of her neck.
Davien not Tearlach.
Her master, not the thief.
Images flooded through her mind. The knowledge that he'd find her. His smell, the scent of the boots he wore, the soap he used, the way he touched her. It all flooded through her senses until she no longer cared who it was who took her body, who used it. Her mind held her safe in Davien's arms...
“Come for me!”
She cried out, no longer hearing Tearlach, only Davien. Celeste arched beneath him, writhing, her body helpless in the desire she had for the man she wanted to be with. Davien. Master. Lover. Commander...
“Yes! Mine!” Tearlach snarled, his teeth finding the back of her neck, sinking in, biting, marking her as his seed filled her clenching core.
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“We'll move soon. It will be dark within the next hour and I'll have to check in with the guard to find out what's going on. After that we should be able to continue with our— well your training. Not that you need much. Our little time together has proven that.” Tearlach cupped her chin and looked down into her dazed gaze. “You're mine, aren't you, Celeste.”
“Yes, I'm yours, sir.” No, never. Not even if it was the only way to stay alive. I'm his. I'll always be his, and he's coming for me. You'll see, he's coming for me and you'll regret ever crossing his path...
THE END
-The End-
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