Page 36 of Bonded By Savages

“I got everything you asked for, my lords. It was good to stretch my legs. A beautiful day,” she says, smiling. “And I hope you don’t mind—I picked up some seeds, for winter vegetables.”

Damian walks down the stairs, freshly showered, his grey T-shirt sticking to his body. He must have thrown it on, still damp, when he heard our servant returning. “The dresses? You got them without problem?”

“Of course.” She hands him the satchel, and he opens it roughly, pulling out a long green dress. He treats it like it’s made of tissue paper, holding it up and watching the light flow through it.

The both of us are imagining Athena in it, her body on display.

I cock my head. There’s laughter from the kitchen. Damian turns, but I grab his wrist.“She’s happy. Give her a moment.”

He nods but grits his teeth. Neither of us like the constant tension and stress she has when she is with us. We want to pierce through it, but for now, we wait.

Damian looks down, his eyes narrowing. “What’s this?” He pulls a glass jar from the satchel.

“A salve. Athena has pale skin, but she couldn’t resist the sun. I’m worried she burned after being cooped up for so long. Oh. It’s honey based.”

“Honey? Why do you mention this?”

“Oh, no reason,” she says, and I don’t understand the sly look in her eyes for a moment…then I do. I can’t help but imagine working the salve into her pinkish skin, healing her…then running my tongue up and down her perfect body.

“Good job, Matil. Next time you go to the market, buy something for yourself.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re dismissed,” he orders, and the two of us stand in the entrance hall, listening to the musical laughter of Athena and Matil. The smell of warm, fresh baked bread wafts through the house, and Damian growls.

We march together into the kitchen, where Athena is sitting on a barstool at the black marble counter, looking into the huge open kitchen. A tall iron pot is on the stove, flames darting upwards from the burners. The manor is powered by a single small Orb, just enough to keep everything in working order without being able to power weapons or shields. I took a long look at the control panels and output when we first moved in. I thought it was because we were safe on Obsidious, and there was no need to waste Orbs on personal defense when the skies are protected by thousands of Reavers and Orb-Disruptors that would stop any Aurelian suicidal enough to try and shift from getting within a system of us.

Now I wonder if the Priests don’t want even their trusted men, the ones who gained at least one honor, to be safe against them.

The kitchen is on the side of the mansion next to her gardens, and the big open windows show the lush green grass and the imposing walls protecting us. I liked the open windows with wooden shutters. Now I imagine a sniper on the wall, his rifle inwards, taking us out from the hundreds of unprotected angles.

Athena’s bare feet dangle off the floor as she chews, slowly, on a piece of bread with butter.

“How is your stomach?” I bark out, a little too brusque. It’s hard to soften my tongue when it’s my Mate’s health. Her skin has a reddish glow to it, especially the back of her neck.

“Fine, fine.” She gulps when she sees the satchel in Damian’s hands, her cheeks turning pinkish as she looks away. “Shall I go change?” Her voice is barely a whisper.

I walk behind her as she sits on the stool and run my hand gently down her neck. She winces. “You’re burnt.”

“It’s not Matil’s fault. She warned me.”

I breathe in, smelling her clean hair, and I can’t resist. I kiss her lightly on the top of her head, and she doesn’t pull back. Her scent is nervous, but I can taste the tendrils of arousal. “Go change. We’ll meet you upstairs.”

“Yes, sir,” she says, and my cock throbs. She stands and takes the satchel from Damian. Both of our eyes are locked on her body as she walks up the main stairs, and I can’t stop myself from following, as if my body is controlled by her.

15

Athena

Frissons of anticipation run up and down my spine. I dart into the main bedroom, breathing quickly, and strip off the plain brown clothes.

Then I open the satchel and pull out a green dress. It’s so smooth under my fingers, tickling my fingertips, and I sit on the bed, transfixed by the gorgeous dress. It’s a light green, like new buds in spring. I put it over my lap and run my fingers up and down it, marveling at how it feels against my skin.

I gulp, remembering how Damian had me just like this, over his lap, touching my body as if it was a wonder.

I stand and pull the dress on. It is sleeveless, going just above my knees, and it seems to ripple and hug my body with each tiny movement I make. I try to stand perfectly still, but it shimmers, like a thousand lips kissing me up and down my body.

It’s sheer. I can see my body displayed in the mirror. It gently tickles my nipples, which harden under the dress. I let out a moan as I imagine the two huge warriors seeing me like this. I take a step back, and it seems to cling against my near naked pussy, gently stroking me between my legs, when there’s a hard knock at the door.

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