Page 21 of Tristan
“Going to get ready for breakfast.”
“Get back here. You’ll go nowhere until I say.”
Bossy Bastard.
I narrow my eyes and make my displeasure known but obey and return to sit on the bed. “Yes, my Liege?” I’m flippant.
In a heartbeat, he flips me on my back and pins me with his knees on either side of my body, my arms between my body and his knees.
I’ve provoked him again.
“You cannot do that with me,” he hisses. “My anger is something altogether different from anything you’ve ever known—you don’t know what you call to battle young dragon warrior.”
‘We know this much; they are creatures,’my uncle told me once.Is that what Corrik is trying to get me to understand?
“Okay Corrik. I’m sorry,” I say as bravely as I can, but I’m shaking—he is over nine feet tall. He climbs off me and faces away.
“Please,” he says, barely able to maintain the wildness inside him. “At least attempt not to anger me.”
“Yes, Corrik,” I say, but it doesn’t seem to be enough.
We sit in silence; he’s having a hard time. “Come kneel before me.” That’s not so hard. I do it quickly. He remains seated on the edge of the bed, and I kneel slowly between his knees; my face is level with his huge cock.
“If you continue to disobey me, this won’t work.”
I take a sharp inhale,is he breaking us off?I thought that couldn’t be done once we were bonded by flesh and magic? I can’t allow this marriage to end—I’ll be Markaytia’s disgrace.
“Corrik, please don’t get rid of me, I’m sorry. What do I need to do? I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’ll do anything.”
His eyes widen. “Get rid of you? I’ll never get rid of you—you’remine now.” He grabs me roughly by the scruff of my still braided hair. “Do you understand the true meaning of that?”
I shake my head because I don’t, but I’m learning. I’m just glad he’s not returning me.
“I’m trying not to punish you on our first days as a married couple Tristan, but you are making it difficult.”
I come up with an idea. “I could have my father punish me.”
That angers him more, his hand twists hard into my long hair. “You are my responsibility now. I will punish you if I see fit to punish you, no one else.”
“Of course, Corrik. I only meant that if you didn’t want to—"
“Of course, Iwantto. I’ve wanted to since last night and the mess with your cousin. It got worse when you told me you touched yourself without my permission and when you continued to provoke me—by Ylor! You pulled my own sword on me, Tristan. I’m merely working to hold back for your sake. Do you wish to ride home with a sore arse?”
I shake my head. I don’t mention that it’s already sore—sore from his cock.
“Then this must stop."
“Don’t drive yourself mad over it. You’re going to have to punish me at some point, we might as well get it over with.”
Father had to punish me often. Lucca and I are trouble. Father promised me he would stop punishing me the minute I stopped acting like a child, but apparently, I never did. Even when I grew to be a man, I could only go so long before the chaos inside me took over. I can’t deny that punishment calms me—but don’t expect me to admit that out loud.
“I’ll decide if you’re to be punished or not,” he says, pinning me with his eyes. I look at my knees. Then he cards his hands through my hair. He nudges my chin up and then signals for me to stand. He pulls me in between his knees, nuzzling into the marks he left on me.
“These will be enough.”
I bring my hand to ghost over the marks. “Does marking me mean something, Corrik?”
He nods. “Yes. It means everything. I need to see my marks on you; they soothe me.It’s part of my nature—Elves are different from humans. It’s best if you at least try to behave,” he says, his lips quirk into a quarter smile. “But I’m getting the impression that’s not so easy for you?”
