NeveraSlave by Jaid Black

Author:Jaid Black
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: 2013-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Klykka had never expected to feel anything beyond lust for her chosen husband. She had heard stories of what ‘twas like when a wench found her true mate, but none could have prepared her for the depth of those emotions. She had yet to bed him, to bond her to him, and already her body was tense with foreign sentiments.

Love. Need. Completion. Elation. Happiness. Sorrow should she and the creature be parted…

Rarely did a wench, let alone a High Mystik, find her true mate. She wasn’t certain if her discovery was a blessing or a curse.

“I cannot say I understand what it is you do to me, creature,” Klykka lectured, pacing back and forth naked. “But I will not tolerate it. Nay, I cannot. One such as myself has no time for idle emotions and vacuous sentiments.”

“Firstly,” he ground out, “my name is Julian. Not ‘creature’, not ‘chattel’, nor any other horrid term you devise.”

She stopped pacing and stared open-mouthed at him. Nobody talked to her like that. Ever.

“Secondly, I am the injured party here!” His chin thrust up with righteous indignation. “I am the one who was kidnapped, chained, woman-handled, married against my will, then brought here to live an utterly meaningless existence as some manner of hired stud!”

“You were bought, not hired.”

“Arrrrrrrrg!”

The longer she watched him, the more riveting she found him. Other than the male warriors of Trek Mi Q’an, she’d never heard tell of such demanding and commanding creatures as this one. The males of Galis were a sensitive, emotional lot. They cried easily and nigh unto feared their own shadows. They were, in a word, dull.

“I demand to be let go,” Julian announced. He nodded, emphasizing his bizarre order. “I wish to return to Earth and carry on with my life.” His glower was severe. “My world may be lonely and boring and monotonous and lacking in all ways important, but at least it is, in fact, mine.”

So he was from Earth. That tiny little backwater planet in the first dimension? At last it all made sense. The man was but a primitive. Leastways, he was from a time and place where men ruled instead of wenches. ‘Twas why he behaved the way he did. Goddess, she had herself a much-coveted and rarely captured primitive! Her wedding day kept getting better and better.

Klykka waved a hand. “Go then.”

He stilled.

“Go on. Leave me. I set you free—Julian.”

“You, uh…you do?”

“Aye.”

Why not? Let him learn the hard way what it meant to be mated. ‘Twas, mayhap, the only way a thick-skulled primitive could learn.

“Well,” he sniffed. “I thank you for being reasonable. I shall take my leave.”

“Go then.”

Julian frowned and turned to walk away. Klykka stilled, wondering if true mates behaved the way they were supposed to when one of the mates in question was naught but a primitive.

“Oh my God!” Julian bellowed. His nostrils flared as he turned around to face her. “You’ve put some manner of spell on me, haven’t you? You’re letting me leave because you know I can’t, aren’t you?” He clapped both hands to his forehead.

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