Silveiras might do.
Iada actually blushed a little, nodded sharply and then dug through her small pack for another dress. The one she pulled out was much like the first but in red. He found himself standing there, stupidly watching as she pulled it over her head and shimmied her hips a little to adjust the fabric. It suited her, that color. When she looked up at him, he smiled. She gave him a funny look and then stalked over to the injured guard in human form. The stupid man glared back at her with no sign of remorse. “You attacked me,” the guard accused.
“You attacked your king,” Iada said.
The man spat. “Not my king. You’re not to leave the compound—Vin’s orders.” The sly mocking look he gave Iada made Gabriel want to strike it from his face. But as he moved forward to do just that, Gabriel noticed how carefully Iada had sliced this man, just enough to disable but not enough to kill. An act, he thought and uncurled his fist, letting it play out.
Iada said, “Tell Vin that I no longer take orders from him.”
Without waiting for the guard’s response, Iada turned on her heel and headed for the tunnel. Gabriel followed her. She’d sounded creditably sincere. She was breathing fast, her breasts lifting in quick little rises. Her pulse fluttered just beneath the smooth skin at her throat. He waited until they were well into the tunnel and then placed a hand on her elbow to stop her. She tried to pull away and he tightened his grip, pulling her around to face him.
“They’ll send more. If we want to leave, we need to do it now,” she said.
“I don’t think so,” he murmured. “That little show of force went as they planned it, I think.”
The slashing lines of her eyebrows drew together. “That was not force.”
He gave up the argument. She was too good to concede so early in the game. Besides, his blood was up from the fight and he couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from her mouth. There was a slight scratch at the corner and her lower lip was swollen temptingly. He touched his tongue to the tiny swell of blood and then licked over that full bottom lip, soothing it, tasting her and then teasing his way inside her mouth.
Her fingers threaded into his hair. Her tongue found his and tangled with it, sucking it deeper inside and then biting at the tip.
This was good. He’d not allowed himself to indulge in play for such a long time, all of his energies on training and learning as much as possible about the Yaguara leadership. And Iada was fair game. He didn’t have to worry about them using her against him, not in any way that he wouldn’t see coming a mile off. So why not take what she offered?
***
Gabriel pushed her back until her shoulders hit the rough stone of the tunnel, his eyes glinting yellow in the dim light. The rush of water echoed up from below. Bouncing off the walls, it was louder here than if they’d been standing on the bank. They needed to get to the river before those guards returned with help. Distantly, Iada could hear voices, raised and sharp with anger. She hoped it was a completely different set of guards coming down to the river. They’d shamed the first batch and those ones would be vicious because of it.
“We need to leave before they come back,” she told Gabriel again.
“Afraid someone will see you getting fucked by a mutant?” The words were harsh, his tone guttural, but his lips were so soft as they trailed their way along her jaw. He was waiting for her answer. Even as his mouth drifted over her skin, he held his body apart from her. The answer mattered to him but she didn’t understand why.
“They already know,” she said. “Everyone knows.”
His hands slipped beneath her skirt, thumbs leading the way, sliding along the seam at the tops of her thighs, tenderly caressing sweat-damp skin. She tipped her head back and he slid his open mouth down the long line of her throat.
“They know your uncles are punishing you,” he murmured. “But
Iada actually blushed a little, nodded sharply and then dug through her small pack for another dress. The one she pulled out was much like the first but in red. He found himself standing there, stupidly watching as she pulled it over her head and shimmied her hips a little to adjust the fabric. It suited her, that color. When she looked up at him, he smiled. She gave him a funny look and then stalked over to the injured guard in human form. The stupid man glared back at her with no sign of remorse. “You attacked me,” the guard accused.
“You attacked your king,” Iada said.
The man spat. “Not my king. You’re not to leave the compound—Vin’s orders.” The sly mocking look he gave Iada made Gabriel want to strike it from his face. But as he moved forward to do just that, Gabriel noticed how carefully Iada had sliced this man, just enough to disable but not enough to kill. An act, he thought and uncurled his fist, letting it play out.
Iada said, “Tell Vin that I no longer take orders from him.”
Without waiting for the guard’s response, Iada turned on her heel and headed for the tunnel. Gabriel followed her. She’d sounded creditably sincere. She was breathing fast, her breasts lifting in quick little rises. Her pulse fluttered just beneath the smooth skin at her throat. He waited until they were well into the tunnel and then placed a hand on her elbow to stop her. She tried to pull away and he tightened his grip, pulling her around to face him.
“They’ll send more. If we want to leave, we need to do it now,” she said.
“I don’t think so,” he murmured. “That little show of force went as they planned it, I think.”
The slashing lines of her eyebrows drew together. “That was not force.”
He gave up the argument. She was too good to concede so early in the game. Besides, his blood was up from the fight and he couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from her mouth. There was a slight scratch at the corner and her lower lip was swollen temptingly. He touched his tongue to the tiny swell of blood and then licked over that full bottom lip, soothing it, tasting her and then teasing his way inside her mouth.
Her fingers threaded into his hair. Her tongue found his and tangled with it, sucking it deeper inside and then biting at the tip.
This was good. He’d not allowed himself to indulge in play for such a long time, all of his energies on training and learning as much as possible about the Yaguara leadership. And Iada was fair game. He didn’t have to worry about them using her against him, not in any way that he wouldn’t see coming a mile off. So why not take what she offered?
***
Gabriel pushed her back until her shoulders hit the rough stone of the tunnel, his eyes glinting yellow in the dim light. The rush of water echoed up from below. Bouncing off the walls, it was louder here than if they’d been standing on the bank. They needed to get to the river before those guards returned with help. Distantly, Iada could hear voices, raised and sharp with anger. She hoped it was a completely different set of guards coming down to the river. They’d shamed the first batch and those ones would be vicious because of it.
“We need to leave before they come back,” she told Gabriel again.
“Afraid someone will see you getting fucked by a mutant?” The words were harsh, his tone guttural, but his lips were so soft as they trailed their way along her jaw. He was waiting for her answer. Even as his mouth drifted over her skin, he held his body apart from her. The answer mattered to him but she didn’t understand why.
“They already know,” she said. “Everyone knows.”
His hands slipped beneath her skirt, thumbs leading the way, sliding along the seam at the tops of her thighs, tenderly caressing sweat-damp skin. She tipped her head back and he slid his open mouth down the long line of her throat.
“They know your uncles are punishing you,” he murmured. “But
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