The Primitive King ~ ON HOLD ~

TWENTY-ONE

ALVARA

Bakra, Cuby, Jopu, and Shiv all had their eyes glued to my working hands as they hovered over my shoulder. I knew with the explosive material, all it needed was a drop of insect saliva to combust. They were clearly fascinated and a bit alarmed at the danger levels, and whether that would equate to an ass-beating from their clan leader or not. 

They were willing accomplices, and they'd all gone out together for the materials I'd needed.

I found a pair of gloves to keep the sticky orange substance off of my skin and wrote out several equations according to the thickness of the metal I was working with, as well as the temperature point for this type of metal. Luckily, the metals used in the league were few and I was well aware of what a weapon of this caliber could handle.

It took several hours but finally, I managed to fix the pieces of metal together permanently. Cheers erupted from the weary audience, but I wasn't going to assume our success just yet.

"Okay, now for us to test this without alerting anyone we need either a large distraction or somewhere where the sound won't echo too far.." I stated, understanding that this may be the most difficult part of our endeavor.

Bakra looked deep in thought, and everyone seemed to be just as stumped. I was worried about this and realized that we may have to include Iden before I wanted to.

Almost as if my thoughts conjured him into existence, he stalked through the clearing and found us huddled in a circle. Each of his men looked guilty like they'd been doing worse things than what we'd actually been caught doing. Hopefully, knowing his best friend, his best fighter, and his mother's man was amongst the group, he'd assume the best.

"Iden, we were just uh- " He ignored Bakra's attempts at explaining and shoved through the group to see me sitting with a confusing mix of objects in front of me. I can imagine that this looked odd.

He grabbed my wrist and rather harshly tugged me away from the group, dragging me the short distance to his home. My anger mounted as his belligerent attempts to claim me became apparent. How dare he try to act as though I were his? After casting me aside like I was nothing!

Once we entered the door, he had the audacity to pin me against the wall with his larger frame and lock my head in his hands to devour my mouth. The shock of it wore off quickly and I struggled and squirmed against his attempts. My body was warming, and this could very quickly turn into angry makeup sex if I wasn't careful. I bit his lip to let him know I was not happy with him at all.

He growled through the kiss, but it only seemed to encourage his beast. His large hands became rough and insistent as they slid up from my waist to cup my pebbled breast. I'd never been handled like this, and I hated that I could feel my panties dampening in earnest. My toes were barely touching the floor, he had me utterly immobilized.

His fingers sharply pinched the budding tip of my breast, and I gasped as I felt myself clench in response. It hurt, but then warmth and a tingly sensation spread all the way to the tips of my toes. My eyes glazed over, and before I could think twice I crushed him to me and gave him a punishing kiss of my own. Our tongues battled for dominance, and all of my passion and hunger were poured into my actions. He momentarily stilled, and thankfully I was mentally clear enough to take my opportunity.