Page 35 of Golden Darkness

Kethen chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist. “If she has offered you protection, I would take it.”

Vreeka sat up straight. “I would be honoured to accept her protection in such a situation as she is able to offer it.”

She smiled and leaned back against Kethen. “Hopefully, it will not be needed often.”

Vreeka chuckled. “I will endeavour to keep myself in good condition, my lady.”

Janessa was going to respond, but she was picked up and carried out of medical.

“I have boots on; that means I can walk.”

“You have been in close contact with another male, and I do not like it. You smell like him.”

She froze as a pewter flash moved through his eyes where the gold one normally hung out. Jealousy was pewter.

He brought her back to their quarters, got her out of her clothing by dumping her on the bed, peeling off her boots, and then stripping her out of her leggings and top. The trip to the shower was unsurprising, but his joining after ditching his clothing made her yelp. He gave her a light but thorough scrubbing, then lifted her high before he lowered her onto his cock.

He was just barely inside her when he kissed her the way she liked until he slipped a little further. From there, he provided the lube, and she moved steadily down him.

When she was uncomfortably taking most of him, she smacked his arms. “What is going on?”

The pewter glaze in his eyes paused. “I am renewing my possession.”

She stared at him and slapped him. His head snapped to the side. She didn’t hold back.

“Not your possession. Not your bondservant, not your contract. I am with you by choice, not force.”

His head turned back toward her slowly, and something flickered in his eyes as they returned to black with gold sparkles.

She swallowed when he put his hand behind her head. “Not my possession, not my bondservant, not my contracted companion. You are Pet. You are mine, and I am upset at what I have done.”

She shivered, and she slipped further onto him. The apology was perversely turning her on. He looked so upset; she wanted to make him feel better.

She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him softly before whispering, “Don’t be upset, just don’t do that again, and... finish what you started in a more comfortable place.”

He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, “Sorry.”

He walked them over to the dryers, and they were dried in a few seconds. He nuzzled at her neck, and her back pressed to the sheets.

He whispered apologies in forty-three languages, and by the time they were lying curled together, she had graciously accepted his remorse.

She cuddled against him and murmured, “No sneak attacks when I am not even aware that sex is about to happen. I was dry.”

He sighed softly. “I am grateful you are never dry, but I was not in my right mind.”

“And you stopped or, at least, paused when I asked you to.”

“Hit me in the face.”

“You got the idea that I was asking.”

He chuckled. “I did indeed. There was a flicker of rage, but then there was the realization of you pale and shaking around me.” He ran a hand down her back. “I never want to see that face with you in my arms again. I have never felt that way about a lover before.”

“Possession is a bitch.”

“You pointed out something that had escaped me. We need a contract.”

She looked at him. “Why? I like being free.”