Page 46 of Quest for her Knights
We just wanted to be loved for who wereallyare.
Ranger and Draven drop into armchairs across from me, and Blaze sits beside me, sandwiching me between him and Arrow. I sit back so I can see them all, my eyes bouncing between each of theirs as I feel some strange tension fill the air.
Ranger leans forward, his elbows resting on his outstretched knees, as he watches me with an intense stare.
“What?” I ask before nervously biting my lip.
I see him watch the movement as he takes a deep breath and asks, “What’s a dom?”
My whole body freezes. No, not freezes, it does the opposite. Heat rushes through me, and I swear I must look like a tomato as I stare at him in shock, wondering how I can get out of answering this.
“Princess?” he prods after a minute when I just stare at him, unable to form words.Why did I have to blurt that out?
“Umm,” I start, licking my dry lips. How do I even explain this to men who live in a world without BDSM and casual relationships? “A dom…” I trail off, swallowing nervously, hoping they wouldn’t judge me too harshly. “Refers to a particular type of man and how he acts in his relationship with a woman.”
“Explain,” Ranger commands, and that word alone sends a bolt of lust between my legs. I rub my thighs together thinkingabout how much Ranger fits the daddy dom role perfectly. I avoid eye contact with him as I explain.
“He would provide a protective and nurturing role in their relationship. He might set rules or boundaries for her to follow that are driven by care and protection. He might… uh… discipline her for disobeying him, but it’s done in a way to help her grow rather than as pure punishment and is normally… sexual in nature. He would provide her with a sense of security and emotional support, balancing authority with affection.”
My eyes finally move back to Ranger, and I’m sure I can see the heat there. Does he like the idea of being a dom? Causefuck…What I would give to have him be that for me.
“And this… dom, is something you’re looking for… in a husband?” he asks. I swallow the lump in my throat and shrug, not sure I can admit it again after explaining it in such detail.
“Is that what you’re looking for in all of your mates?” Blaze asks from my side, making me glance at him.
I slowly shake my head before I respond. “No, just one.”
“What else are you looking for?” he asks before his eyes dip to my lips then back up to my eyes as I bite them nervously.
“Well… I love your cinnamon roll energy.”
Chapter seventeen
Blaze
What did that mean? It sounds like something you eat. Was a cinnamon roll a good thing or a bad thing?
“Would they really put a woman in a closet?” she asks, quickly changing the subject. Instantly, my mood shifts back to anger as I think about what she read in that book. I had already started glancing at the other titles and realized they were all written for men trying to gain power over people and land. Elora deserved so much better.
“I don’t think you want us to answer that,” Ranger growls, his fists clenching at his sides.
“It’s been a long day. I think I’d like to go to bed now. Are you—” she cuts herself off as she stands and glances at me.
“We’ll be in there soon, Princess. If you want us, that is.”
I see her shoulders drop in relief, and a small smile graces her plump lips. “Of course. I always want you guys.” She turns on her heel as though she hadn’t just said something that cut straight to my core. We watch as she grabs a nightgown from her trunk and heads into the bathroom.
The second the bathroom door closes, Arrow swears, “Fuck. Does she have any idea what she’s saying half the time?” I let out a small laugh, completely agreeing with him. Saying shealways wants us... those are dangerous words.
It’s hard enough sleeping beside her each night and keeping my hands to myself. The first night, Arrow and I had held her, but Ranger told us we had to hold back unless she was really having issues sleeping.
Usually, I reach under the covers to hold her hand, but when I wake up hours later with either her wrapped around me or me wrapped around her, I have to remove myself from the bed, knowing what Ranger would say if he saw us. Arrow’s been having the same restraint issues.
As hard as it is, I wouldn’t give it up. Being that close to her soothes something in me. All day long, I feel like I have to keep my distance, and it’s like my body feels relieved just to be near her at night.
When she finally gets settled in bed, I make my way to the bedroom, take off my weapons, chain mail, and boots, then lie on top of the blanket beside her, making sure there’s space between us. Neither of us says anything, and after a minute, Ifeel her shift. Feeling the heat of her eyes on me, I turn my head to find her lying on her side, facing me, her eyes wide open.
“Hi,” she whispers.
