Forsaken & Claimed

Chapter 17

Pandora

"For running," I asked.

"And?"

The leather makes a slight pinching sound from his grip straggling it. I searched my mind for a transparent answer that eluded me. What else could I have done? I didn't kill anyone. The swift snap of leather cutting the silence breaks my rambling thoughts, making me flinch. A tingle spreads all over my body as he towers over me.

"When that soldier asked you who your masters were, why did you hesitate," he asked.

"I'm not owned by anyone."

He drops the belt and grabs my shirt with both hands. Our bodies pressed together; his heart knocks against my body. Electricity sparks through my nerves, our energy and tension push and pulls against each other.

"In this situation, I will have to disagree," he said.

His hands slide down my shoulders bare shoulders. Stealing my breath along the way, stroking the quiet fire in me. He continues to glide them down my back, tracing my spine into my pants. Unrushed, he reaches the curve of my backside. His strong hands palm my cheeks; long digits begin to tease me.

Clenching his shirt is all I could do to keep from sinking to the floor. A hand goes for my pebbled nipple. He rolls it between his fingers, a moan breaks from my throat. His thumb moves to my throbbing bud, making slow circles, causing my body to shudder. The feeling of something cold around my neck and a quiet clicking sound made my eyes shoot open. A collar; the circular slot on it is no longer empty but filled with a blank coin.

"What the fuck is this," I asked, tugging at it.

"That plate represents your willingness to submit; after tonight, it will bear our symbol. Marking you officially as ours," he said.

"Take it off me, now," I said, slamming my hand onto the counter.

"It's only revealed when you are in an aroused state. When you fail to answer that question by law, they are allowed to do what's necessary to find out."

"Did you not hear me?"

"Don't give a reason for another to touch you as we do," his grip tightened, "For if you do, that last punishment will be like a walk through the square compared to what will happen."

His eyes had a mixture of concern, jealousy, and darkness. It was like I was talking to a brick wall. We were having two different conversations.

"It's our life mission now to take care of your every need and well-being."

His eyes never waver, but his grip softened. I brushed his hands off me, ready to bang my head into a wall.

"Hurry and get cleaned up. We need to be leaving soon. We'll have to explain what to expect and how you are expected to act on the way there," he said as they exit the bathroom.

I have no control. Could I get out of this? My hands begin to tremble as my self-doubt crept into my veins. My chest feels as if it's being landed on by a helix craft. They reenter talking amongst themselves and tossing clothes to the floor, but I could not hear their words over the roaring sounds of my breathing and thumping heart. The large bathroom begins to feel so small and starts to spin. I eased myself to the ground with my hands, squeezing the counter tight. I look at my toes, trying to find the footing for my mind.

I'm losing it. I'm breaking. Why? I take a deep breath and slap myself hard. The sound rings out through the bathroom, causing them to go silent and turn their attention to me.

Look at me buckling under this; Vicky would lecture me. I begin to disrobe the little clothing I had left and stepped into the waterfall-like shower. There are different kinds of soaps to wash with. I pick up each one and inhale each of its scents; I settle on the lavender mix with vanilla. It made my pulse race and send a warm feeling over my body. I lather up, washing away all my wayward feelings that did not align with the persona I showed the world.

"Are you ready yet," a deep voice asked, throwing me from my thoughts.

I looked up and lost my breath again. The three of them stood at the door, donning a large white fur collar with a red cape that barely touched the floor. Under their cloaks was a light armor that hugged every curve of their well-defined muscles in their chest, stomach, and arms. Their pants and belts hung just below that delicious V, hugging them just right. It led to boots with a matching fur trim gripping their muscular calves. My mouth went dry, and my body starts to hum.

I turned around, trying to hide my burning cheeks; Casimir's cocky chuckle bounced off the walls.

"Do you like what you see?"

Yes, thousand times yes.

"Not really; what am I wearing," I grab a towel to dry off.

"Should I punish that lying tongue of yours?" he asked, coming closer to me.

He carried a faint scent. Lemon and orange blossom? He smells crisp like I could bite him and feel the fruit juices flow into my mouth.

"You'll wear this."

He holds his hand over his shoulder as Ares passes him some delicate and colorful pieces. He hands it to me and tilts his head to the side.

"Well, thanks," I said, pushing at his chest, trying to guide them out of the bathroom, but he doesn't budge. His eyes look as hungry as mine feel.

"Slide it slow, over your body," he said, sending a shiver up my spine and stroking fire between my thighs. I can feel his chest rise and fall under my hands.

"Would you like me to assist you?"

******

Casimir

We lock eyes as she slides the thin material over her body and in place. I pulled out the hair that got caught inside the top. The little halter top cradles her breast like a hammock, and her tiny waist flares out just a bit with her small perky ass.

I don't think she realizes yet that her vibrations are telegraphing her inner feelings. I know she wants me to touch her, be inside of her. No matter the lies she tells herself. We know her true desires.

I can't help but grin; who would've thought she would get hot for a man in uniform and--Fruit? My cock begins to strain against my pants. I want to rip those clothes off of her and throw her to the floor, fucking her tiny hole mercilessly until I'm spent and tired.

Fuck it.

I smash my mouth into her hard. She likes it. I can feel it pulsing through my body. I can feel her moaning like a wild animal into my mouth.

"Save it for later," Owen said, laughing hard.

We all can feel what she's too scared to admit. We felt that dread and fear when she sat clinging to the counter—a leader with a dirty submission secret. I see why she wouldn't want it public knowledge, even more so when her true lineage came to light. Her smoldering eyes are enough to drive any man wild. We're going to have to do a lot of fighting, but it'll be well worth it.

"Do we need to cuff you, or will you be a good little warrior," I asked.

"I'll be good," she said, biting her lower lip.

"I don't believe you."

I feel a firm grip on my shoulder, Owen. I look to see me pressing her hard against the wall. Her dainty hands grip my cape tight, breathing rigid. I leave out the bathroom.

We have to finish this tonight, especially after the scene she caused in the halls. Though I will admit, it was fun to chase her. The word has probably reached the whole city by now—a rare female warrior brimming with power and unfulfilled sexual desire that is as deep as the sea. Hell, I would challenge who I had to just for a chance to claim and tame her for ourselves.

We exited our quarters and joined the small crowd heading towards the elevator. We're going to have to get through the feast with Alpha sniffing around. I will have to keep my eyes on her tonight and make sure she stays out of trouble. I wonder how she'll do in front of a crowd; most females don't do particularly well. She will have to endure a public punishment and claiming all in the same night. We will have to work hard in consoling her later. My jaw tensed at the thought of what's to come.