Chapter 3 #3
She looks at my face quickly and then stares at the floor between her feet.
I let out a breath, not sure how to ask her, how to speak to her about such a delicate matter when she thinks me a stranger.
But Jak finally tries to be helpful.
‘I’m a healer,’ he says to Bryn. ‘You’re feeling stifled. Feverish, aren’t you?’
Her eyes flick up and then down.
She says nothing. Her expression is…obstinate.
‘How can we help her if she won’t even look at us?’ I mutter to him.
‘Answer!’ Jak hisses and then winces.
‘Yes, my lord.’
I give him an angry look.
‘She thinks us masters,’ he says quietly.
‘So, we must act like them?’ I spit. ‘Fuck off, Jak.’
‘Just a bit. Just to get her to speak to us, listen to us.’
Jak tries again. ‘I know what you need, human. I’ve seen it before. We want to help you.’
Her eyes find us, but I know she’s really looking at the exit again and I shift my stance a little so that I can catch her if she tries to rush past me.
‘Please remember that we know you,’ I say. ‘Though you don’t remember us, we won’t harm you, Bryn. You’re our friend.’
She’s unsuccessful at keeping the incredulity off her face this time, but she nods jerkily. ‘Of course, my lord.’
‘What you’re feeling, you haven’t felt it lately?’ Jak asks.
‘I’ve never felt this, my lord,’ she answers. ‘Perhaps the meat I bought for the stew was bad.’
‘It wasn’t the meat, Bryn. Soon, you will need one of us.’
‘What do you mean, my lord?’ she asks tonelessly.
‘You’ll need one of us to lie with you.’ I glance at the bed.
‘We should move that cunt to the floor,’ Jak says and I nod.
‘Lie with me?’ she asks, not looking up.
‘Aye.’
‘Would you like me on the bed, my lord?’
I frown at her. What’s her game? This isn’t the Bryn I know. I spare a look of fury and disdain for Locke, still unconscious though he is as Jak hauls him unceremoniously off the bed and dumps him on the hard floor with a thud.
I want to tell her that of course I don’t want her on the bed, that neither of us want her like this, unable to recall anything about us, thinking that we’re the cruel masters and not knowing any different.
She’ll hate being so vulnerable. I wish I could truly make it better instead of simply slaking her carnal needs.
‘What’s happening to me?’ she asks with a shiver, pulling at the shirt she wears and scrunching up her eyes.
‘There’s no way to explain it that you would understand, Bryn,’ Jak says.
‘Because I’m a slave?’ she asks, jaw clenching.
Jak swears under his beath. ‘No, because the magickal cunt on the floor made you forget us. You don’t recall but you felt like this before. With us. We helped you.’
‘Yes, my lord.’
She steps forward and I think she’s going to the bed. I take my eyes off her for just a moment, and she’s suddenly flying past me and trying to pull open the door to escape.
Jak shouts at me to grab her as he leaps over the bed, and I lunge, taking hold of her around the middle. She bucks and kicks, striking me in the cheek with her head and my shins with her feet.
I don’t let go as she shrieks, but my large hand does cover her mouth tightly as I wonder at this newfound spirit she has, the strength despite how she’s been treated by the looks of her.
She’s no match for me, of course, but how long has it been?
For us it was two weeks, but how many did she spend in the pits to learn to fight thus?
‘Enough!’ I snarl in her ear, trying not to dwell on how many levels she may be damaged. ‘Do you want to bring the guards down upon us?’
Her answer is muffled but it’s not a scream.
I let my hand loosen.
‘Let me go, you loathsome cunt!’
‘No,’ I say. ‘We can’t let you leave. It’s not safe for you out there.’
She snarls at me, her sharp elbow digging into my side. I grunt in pain.
‘It’s not safe for me in here! Do you really think I believe your lies that I know you?
That I’ve simply forgotten? I’m no fool!
Did you put something in the meat I was carrying when you stopped me in the street?
Were you trying to render me senseless?’ She laughs low.
‘If you want to fuck me, you fae cunts, try! I’ll not lie placid on the bed and let you! ’
With that, her head jerks back and cracks into my nose. The crunch of it breaking makes my stomach turn.
‘Fuck!’ I snarl as my eyes swim and I turn my face away in case she tries again.
‘Give her to me,’ Jak commands, and I do.
I can’t get rid of the tiny, wild thing quick enough. Let Jak deal with her if he thinks he can.
I push my nose back into place with a click, drying my tearing eyes with my sleeve so that I can see.
I hear her yelp in pain and Jak winces.
‘Sorry, Bryn. I didn’t mean to.’
She pauses her struggles, looking at him in triumph. There’s a pregnant pause and her eyes widen at him.
Jak simply watches her, his expression commiserating. ‘No, Bryn.’
I don’t understand the exchange but she suddenly lets out a wild laugh and bares her teeth at him, pushing off the ground hard. Somehow, Jak loses his balance and they land on the bed with him under her.
I think she’s trying to get away from him and I make sure I’m close, just in case she succeeds.
But then she lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock, though at the moment, I wish it didn’t, and Jak’s hands that were gripping her hard, relax.
I frown at them, canting my head. And then Bryn’s hips roll and she whimpers a ‘please’.
I turn away in shock though I’m not sure why, feeling as if I’m intruding on a very private interlude. I can’t leave in case this is a trick to make us let our guard down, but neither can I simply watch.
So, I turn the chair toward the fire and make myself listen to the noises of her taking what she needs from Jak.
I’m glad it’s not me having to give in when she’s not herself, and yet a part of me yearns to tear her away from my friend so that I can sink into her instead.
But I don’t.
I sit in the chair and make sure she’s all right. Well, as all right as she can be at the moment. I watch Locke’s chest moving slowly up and down in my periphery, and will him to wake up so that I can knock him senseless again.
He’d better be able to put her mind right, or I’ll kill him here in this room and let the Council believe him lost.
I might still.
Jak
I let Bryn take what she wills of me. I mean, it’s not as if it’s a hardship, letting a beautiful woman fuck me. I’d truly be a loathsome prick if I complained, especially as she can’t help it.
My mind goes back to the cave and I hope that, when this is over and our human has her memories back, she doesn’t think I took advantage of her.
But will she be ours? Was she ever ours?
She was, she is, and she will be, I vow silently, no matter what Morgan and I must do for her to forgive us.
She picks up her pace, her movements frenzied and her sounds animalistic.
‘Bryn,’ I pant, cupping her face. ‘You go too fast. It’ll be over too quickly for you, love.’
But she bats my hands away with a hiss, gripping onto me hard as if she’s afraid I’ll try and dislodge her.
‘No, Bryn,’ I growl and her eyes widen.
But she still doesn’t stop, so I grab her and roll, thrusting her under me.
She bucks, trying to steal back control, but I take her by the throat. I’m gentle, but firm.
She wriggles, and I’m hard pressed to keep her under my power without hurting her accidentally.
‘Morgan,’ I grind out.
‘What?’
‘Help me keep her where she needs to be.’
He makes a sound of discontent. ‘I don’t want any part of this.’
‘Do you think this is enjoyable for me?’ I snarl and he cocks a brow, eyes flicking down to where Bryn and I are joined still.
‘Fine,’ I mutter. ‘It’s partly enjoyable, but it’s not how I’d have chosen for it to be and you know that to be true! She’s fighting me.’
‘Then let her!’
I cast my eyes to the ceiling. ‘Gods, she needs pleasure, not just a fuck!’ I tell him. ‘And she doesn’t know enough to realize…If you don’t help me, I’ll be finished in seconds and you’ll have to do it!’
Morgan lets out a noise of discontent, but gets up from his chair where he was trying to ignore us, and comes to the bed where Bryn is mewling and thrashing.
He puts a hand on her cheek and jerks away when her face turns and she bites him hard.
‘Ow! Gods, she has sharp little teeth for a human!’ he exclaims.
His jaw sets and he grabs her, pushing her down into the soft mattress. ‘Be still, Bryn,’ he orders firmly.
She whimpers, tears coming to her eyes.
‘Jak will give you what you need,’ he promises, his tone gentling as he takes hold of her shoulders more securely.
I release my hand from her throat and grip her hips.
She still tries to take, so I lean back and slap her mound hard. Her squeal is cut off by Morgan’s hand over her mouth and he gives me a warning look, but finally her attention is on me.
‘Good,’ I croon, caressing the hurt and spreading her legs.
I roll my hips and she moans.
‘There, you see? It’s like Morgan says. I’ll give you what you need, love.’
I set a slower pace, leaving Morgan to hold her steady as I focus on not finding my peak too soon, but, Gods, her body feels as if it was made for me.
Even though she’s painfully thin, and covered in what looks like newly healed injuries that I’ll be taking a much closer look at once we get home, she’s perfect still.
I quicken my rhythm a little, letting her drift closer to her pleasure, my fingers finding her center and making her moan loudly, her hips bucking, though this time involuntarily.
After a little while, she begins to pull at her shirt, whispering that she’s hot. Morgan closes his long-suffering eyes for a moment and then draws the material up and over her head.
Her eyes find his and her lips part. She stares up at him, beseechingly.
‘Fuck,’ he whispers and then his head descends to her bared breasts.
‘No more biting or I’ll bite you back,’ he murmurs at her before taking one pink nipple into his mouth.