Page 46 of Bonded By Savages

“We shifted to escape. We got you in the end. But we lost him. He melted before my eyes,” says Tarak, lost in a memory, and I look down, uneasy.

So that’s how his battle-brother died.

Not cut down in combat, but against an enemy he couldn’t see.

“The void took him. Only Obsidian can guide,” snarls Damian. “And he will. The universe needs Orb-Shifting to protect humanity from the Scorp, from Toads, from slavers like the fucker who took you.” The white-hot rage boils up in him. A glass shatters in his hand, fresh red fruit juice dripping down from his wrist like blood.

“Are you okay?” I ask, but neither of them answer. Their auras are distant, remembering the moment they lost their battle-brother.

Tarak coughs. He reaches down, grabbing a cloth bag, and tosses it to me. I catch it, opening it. There are leather sandals. “Matil got these from the market for you.”

I put them on, tightening the straps. “Just my size.”

“She has an eye for these things,” he says, changing the subject.

When they speak of their dead battle-brother, I don’t know how we’re going to have a future. There’s this wound in them that can never be healed. Some part of me thinks I can fill the void. That if they had a family, maybe then they’d care about something more than vengeance.

When I feel the hot anger surging up in Damian’s aura, I’m not so sure.

I take another bite of the buttered bread with smoked fish, then put it down, not full, but knowing my fragile stomach can’t handle much more. I’m getting healthier, but I’m not yet recovered—and I have the Bond, making me stronger.

“This was perfect. I just worry about those five…they must be scared.”

Damian’s aura hardens. “We’ll go to them now.” I stand, and Damian grabs my wrist, pulling me onto his lap. I can feel his thick, soft member underneath me, and it twitches against my body, so I stay perfectly still. He reaches into a pocket in his robe, and pulls out a long, thin, gleaming silver chain. It’s as thin as my finger.

“I would be honored to walk into the city with you bound to my wrist,” he growls, his cock hardening underneath me, and my breath catches.

He’s not insisting, though I don’t know what will happen if I refuse.

I want to say yes. Part of me thinks it’s to play the part of his perfect little toy…

The other part of me is imagining Aurelians staring at me, wanting a woman like me, a Bonded Mate. How proud I could be to be leashed to such a powerful specimen. There’s goodness in him yet, even when the white-hot rage threatens to overwhelm his being.

And that goodness is getting stronger with me. When we spend time together, that goodness grows. Maybe he’ll never be the man I felt in the vision again. Maybe some wounds don’t heal.

But I can try.

The pleasure dress shimmers to life, teasing my body, as if it can read my thoughts. I wiggle ever so slightly, grinding my ass against his thickening cock, and he groans in need. I look up, straight into those deep purple eyes, almost defiant.

“Yes, sir,” I say, and suppress a moan as I imagine being paraded around, nearly naked, my sheer dress showing off my body to the entire city.

A body owned by my two masters.

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Athena

He attaches the leash to his wrist, then slowly brings it to my throat. His huge fingers gently stroke my smooth skin, and Tarak is staring, his aura burning with the embers of need as he watches me. Damian slides his hand open around my throat, able to circle it easily, and my breath catches.

Then he latches it to the ring in the collar, and I’m linked to him publicly, as publicly as the color of his eyes that proclaim to the world that he has Bonded me to him.

He leans in and kisses my ear. “I haven’t forgotten your promised punishment, my Mate… and I think we’re both going to enjoy it.”

I can’t hold back the moan as I imagine him flipping me over his lap, his huge hand coming down hard, so hard I can’t detach myself anymore. He would force me to live the moment, he would smell the scent of my lust, see the glistening of my pussy begging for his harsh discipline.

The Bondthrumsin my mind, and Tarak stands. His black robes are tented outwards obscenely by the thick rod of his cock. “We have business,” he growls, fighting for control, and Damian stands, lifting me up like a toy and placing me on trembling legs.

Damian walks, and I am forced to follow. The leash is roughly as long as my own height, so I have to keep close to the huge man at all times.

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