just what do you want me to do when I wear this getup? Slink through rooms, jump up and down, and bend over? I thought I was supposed to be your woman.” She shook out the chains that dangled from the bottom of the top's hem and arched a questioning pale white brow. “Solvun?"
"Nobody will toy with you, D'ena. You're my mate. I've marked you. And the others have much to fear after living with me for centuries."
Her face paled as she slowly dropped her hands to her sides, top still dangling from her grip.
Something hit home. Something. But what? “Theone?” I took the two steps to her heaving bare breasts and watched her stare at my chest. “Theone?"
"I don't want to be a cyborg,” she whispered. Her gaze wouldn't move from the floor.
Holiest E'na. I gulped down a breath. Anything to keep my heart from exploding. Centuries of immortality either made you heartless or capable of appreciating those moments when you could look back and remember what made you who you are. Made life worth living. Theone's presence fashioned one of those moments for me. “Nobody does, Theone. Just remember, it's a way of life. You don't have to cast everything you are to the wind. Stay true to yourself.” I had to lift her squared jaw so her gaze found mine.
So much knowledge dwelled in those palest blue eyes. Eyes the color of M'yote's hair. I'd never look into her eyes and not think of my brother. And not know how much he sacrificed to save my hide for the greater good of our kingdom. So little remained of the Prall people. Just desperate immortal warriors who wanted nothing but to correct the damage done to their world. And if M'yote was forced to cleanse the !Dakos world, the !Dakos would get their own breed-able females to keep on their home world. Who knows what the !Dakos would evolve into given no reason to leave the isolation on their planet? And this little D'ena was going to help me reclaim the kingship and save my people. Somehow. “Time and sleep will confirm my words, Theone,” I whispered. “You're too strong-willed to give up. Give it time."
She broke the magical moment by sliding her gaze down, lifting the shirt, and wriggling it into place over her head. “You're making me wear this. Just remember, nobody touches me, Solvun."
"Understood.” I reached for the chains, securing each into place with a click, two in the front equidistantly spaced from her sweet dent of a navel, and the final chain along her spine.
The only other lock to engage was the one beneath her chin. I tilted my head to humor her in finding her gaze.
She tugged at the black leather section embracing her breasts and smirked. “This clothing is barely functional."
She had no idea how she'd appreciate the fact no other male could worm his way into her pants and mark her with nanites. “You'll see its usefulness in time.” I disengaged the cuff ring at her neck and tossed it onto the cuffs on the bed.
She was better off able to kick to protect herself. And nobody could get her clothes off. Nobody. My fingerprint was the only key that opened the lock. Mine .
As was her sacred womb.
Mine and M'yote's.
"So how do I relieve myself when the need arises?” Her brow arched again.
Did I even have to answer?
The King had to be the biggest chauvinist pig I'd ever met. Theone tried to act normal. To pretend he wasn't winning this little power play. But who still wore chains? I'd said no chains. Right? Men.
Hell, he'd made me kneel before his goddess and pity his people's plight only to go and lie. The best one I ran across waited back on Luvk. And where was I? Chained up, incapable of peeing without permission. I should piss my pants all damned day long.
Solvun dressed and walked to the door. “Stay here, Theone. Only my fingerprint opens the door. You're safer here."
What a bunch of lovely declarations. Do what I want! You're screwed! But I'm doing it for your own good! Men. If they're so brilliant, why was I sent in to affect their escapes?
"Nobody will toy with you, D'ena. You're my mate. I've marked you. And the others have much to fear after living with me for centuries."
Her face paled as she slowly dropped her hands to her sides, top still dangling from her grip.
Something hit home. Something. But what? “Theone?” I took the two steps to her heaving bare breasts and watched her stare at my chest. “Theone?"
"I don't want to be a cyborg,” she whispered. Her gaze wouldn't move from the floor.
Holiest E'na. I gulped down a breath. Anything to keep my heart from exploding. Centuries of immortality either made you heartless or capable of appreciating those moments when you could look back and remember what made you who you are. Made life worth living. Theone's presence fashioned one of those moments for me. “Nobody does, Theone. Just remember, it's a way of life. You don't have to cast everything you are to the wind. Stay true to yourself.” I had to lift her squared jaw so her gaze found mine.
So much knowledge dwelled in those palest blue eyes. Eyes the color of M'yote's hair. I'd never look into her eyes and not think of my brother. And not know how much he sacrificed to save my hide for the greater good of our kingdom. So little remained of the Prall people. Just desperate immortal warriors who wanted nothing but to correct the damage done to their world. And if M'yote was forced to cleanse the !Dakos world, the !Dakos would get their own breed-able females to keep on their home world. Who knows what the !Dakos would evolve into given no reason to leave the isolation on their planet? And this little D'ena was going to help me reclaim the kingship and save my people. Somehow. “Time and sleep will confirm my words, Theone,” I whispered. “You're too strong-willed to give up. Give it time."
She broke the magical moment by sliding her gaze down, lifting the shirt, and wriggling it into place over her head. “You're making me wear this. Just remember, nobody touches me, Solvun."
"Understood.” I reached for the chains, securing each into place with a click, two in the front equidistantly spaced from her sweet dent of a navel, and the final chain along her spine.
The only other lock to engage was the one beneath her chin. I tilted my head to humor her in finding her gaze.
She tugged at the black leather section embracing her breasts and smirked. “This clothing is barely functional."
She had no idea how she'd appreciate the fact no other male could worm his way into her pants and mark her with nanites. “You'll see its usefulness in time.” I disengaged the cuff ring at her neck and tossed it onto the cuffs on the bed.
She was better off able to kick to protect herself. And nobody could get her clothes off. Nobody. My fingerprint was the only key that opened the lock. Mine .
As was her sacred womb.
Mine and M'yote's.
"So how do I relieve myself when the need arises?” Her brow arched again.
Did I even have to answer?
The King had to be the biggest chauvinist pig I'd ever met. Theone tried to act normal. To pretend he wasn't winning this little power play. But who still wore chains? I'd said no chains. Right? Men.
Hell, he'd made me kneel before his goddess and pity his people's plight only to go and lie. The best one I ran across waited back on Luvk. And where was I? Chained up, incapable of peeing without permission. I should piss my pants all damned day long.
Solvun dressed and walked to the door. “Stay here, Theone. Only my fingerprint opens the door. You're safer here."
What a bunch of lovely declarations. Do what I want! You're screwed! But I'm doing it for your own good! Men. If they're so brilliant, why was I sent in to affect their escapes?
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