Kept By Her Obsessed Minotaurs

16. Lazir

16

LAZIR

T he lowtown is a cesspool of life and filth. We arrive when the moon hangs heavy in the sky, the air thick with the scent of unwashed bodies and stale ale. The two-day journey has been punishing and our bodies scream for respite.

Calo, always eager to please, nods at my command to find new mounts. His eyes betray a hint of relief at the task, a chance to escape the oppressive tension that still hangs between us and Mara. Garron follows Mara and me into the nearby inn, its walls pulsating with the hum of various species mingling in the murk.

The inn is a hive of activity, the common room buzzing with the clatter of tankards and the din of countless conversations. We keep to the shadows, our identities concealed beneath our cloaks and the dim lighting. The air is dense with the mingling of differing body odors, but I pay it no mind. My focus is singular—Mara.

I lean in, my voice barely above a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable edge. "You're with me tonight." Her wide eyes flicker to mine. "We all need sleep," I continue, my tone leaving no room for argument. "I can't trust Calo with you, and Garron... He's too unpredictable."

She acquiesces with a silent nod, and we ascend the creaking stairs to the room I've secured for us. It's a small, cramped space, the air stale and the bed little more than a straw-filled mattress. It will suffice.

Sleep, however, is a luxury I cannot afford. I watch her as she curls up on the floor, her body exhausted. The mystery of what she conceals gnaws at me.

I prowl toward her, my movements silent in the stillness of the room. Her eyes flutter open, the green of her irises catching the faint moonlight that filters through the window. "What do you want from me?" she asks, her voice a mere whisper in the night.

My hand shoots out, my fingers encircling her slender neck. Her hands fly up, clawing at my wrist, but my grip is unyielding. "What are you hiding, Mara?" I demand, my voice a low growl.

Her eyes are wide with fear, but she shakes her head, her voice strained. "I... I'm not hiding anything," she chokes out.

I stare into her eyes, searching for a lie, a hint of deception, but all I see is fear and defiance. My other hand moves with purpose, tearing the clothes from her body, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She tries to cover herself, her hands fluttering, but I am merciless.

I rifle through her belongings, my hands deftly searching for the truth she refuses to speak. But there is nothing—no hidden compartments, no concealed secrets. Frustration boils within me, a burning need to uncover the enigma that is Mara.

Naked and shivering, she meets my gaze, her voice steady despite her predicament. "I'm only doing what my mistress asked of me before she died," she says, her words laced with sincerity. "I must deliver her last words to her family in the Murdok dark elf estate. That's all."

I release her, my hand dropping to my side as I study her. The truth of her words resonates within me, but the soldier in me knows better than to trust blindly. I may have let her go, but my suspicion remains.

Mara stands up before me, bold and unashamed despite her nakedness. My gaze rakes over her—every curve, every dip and hollow of her body bathed in the dim glow of the room. My fingers itch to touch her, to claim her, and I don't hesitate. I reach out, my hands rough and demanding as they explore her. I pinch her nipples, twisting them slightly, and she gasps, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and arousal.

"Not bad," I whisper, my voice a low rumble of approval. My hand trails down her stomach, feeling her muscles contract under my touch. "I know you fucked Calo," I say, my tone edged with a possessiveness I don't quite understand.

She stiffens but doesn't deny it. Instead, she meets my gaze with a defiance that only fuels the fire within me. I spin her around, bending her over the rough wooden table. She squirms beneath my grip, but I hold her firm. My other hand caresses her back before moving lower to fondle her ass. I give it a hard, resounding spank, and she yelps, her body jolting forward.

I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back firmly. "Can you take me though?" I ask, my lips brushing against her ear. She's silent for a moment, and then, with a suddenness that takes me by surprise, she turns around and kisses me. Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to her on the table as her tongue invades my mouth, fierce and demanding.

The taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine, sends a surge of desire through me. I'm rock hard, and I can feel her heat against my stomach. "Try me," she challenges as she breaks the kiss, her eyes shining with a dare I'm tempted to accept.

But I'm not some lovesick pup to be led by my cock. I push her away, holding her at arm's length. "I don't trust you at all," I tell her, my voice cold. And it's the truth. She's a puzzle, a riddle wrapped in a mystery, and I really shouldn’t let my guard down.

I retreat to the straw bed, my body aching with need, yet my mind is a whirlwind of suspicion. I lie back, staring up at the ceiling, the cobwebs in the corners barely visible in the dim light. When was the last time I denied myself what I wanted? When did I ever stop myself from taking what I sexually desired?

The answer is never. Yet here I am, battling with my own restraint.

Frustration builds within me, a tempest of unfulfilled lust and mistrust. I sit up, my gaze fixed on Mara as she lays back down on the floor. She's a siren, calling to me with the promise of pleasure and the threat of danger. Suddenly, I can't resist her pull any longer.

I stride over to her, my movements purposeful and predatory. She looks up at me, startled, as I pin her to the floor. "What are you doing?" she asks, her voice a mixture of fear and excitement.

I don't answer with words. Instead, I claim her mouth in a savage kiss, my tongue invading her mouth as I grind my hips against hers. She moans into the kiss, her body arching up to meet mine. I can feel her nipples, hard and insistent, against my chest.

My hand moves between her legs, stroking her wetness, and she bucks against my touch. "You want this," I growl, my fingers teasing her entrance. "You want me."

She doesn't deny it. Instead, her hand reaches down beneath the waistband of my trousers and wraps her fingers around my hard length. "Yes," she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper that fans the flames of my desire. "I want you, Lazir."

And in that moment, I realize that I want her too. More than I've wanted anything in a long time. But trust is a precious commodity, one that's earned, not given freely. And Mara... she has a long way to go before she earns mine.