The Beginning of Everything by Kristen Ashley Page 0,117

eyes studied him before her mouth grew tight and she looked up to her warrior.

“We will keep him here,” she decided, and Drey’s eyes grew wide as his mouth opened to protest. However, she was not finished, “I will tend him, and you will send a missive to his temple that they are warned of an investigation into this matter.”

Drey spoke at that, doing it to exclaim, “No!”

She turned to him and raised her elegant, arched brows. “Why no, piccolo buco?”

“You cannot,” he said.

“Why can we not?” she pushed.

“You simply cannot,” he returned.

She seemed to consider this.

Then her gaze moved down his body before coming back to his face.

And her tone was again gentle when she queried, “You enjoy your times with us, no?”

“Yes,” he gritted.

“And we know this, or we would not use you as we do,” she shared.

He clenched his teeth.

“You give us much pleasure,” she whispered.

At that, his jaw went slack.

“This has meaning to us. You must know this,” she said. “A Firenz does not take to his or her bed someone who has no meaning. If you had no meaning, my husband would take your arse against a wall in the back room of an osteria or in an alley while I watched. We would not see to your pleasure. And he would walk away with his seed dripping from you without giving you another thought.”

Drey had…

Meaning to them?

“The mated ones of Firenz take others to their beds but only at the request of their mate, to the desires of them both, and with the presence of their mate,” she explained. “They do not, however, give their mouths to another but their own. Thus he, nor I, will ever suckle you or kiss you.”

“I did not know this,” he muttered.

He did, in a fashion.

Though he didn’t understand the whys of it.

She gave him a small smile and it was…

Appealing.

“Now you do,” she said quietly. “So now, I would hope, at the very least, if you cannot tell us what befell you, and that is yours to give, we will not press, you allow us to tend to you.”

He shook his head. “I am instructed to attend my pupils at school.”

“And not attend us,” the warrior entered the conversation, and Drey looked up to him.

His face was as fierce as ever, but there was disquiet in his eyes and anger about his mouth.

Anger.

About what befell Drey.

And the warrior knew where his missive had gone astray.

Even in his surprise, Drey nodded up to him.

“It is not known the Go’Doan do such to their own,” the warrior stated.

“It is not…it is for the worst…” He had to lie to them, and for some inexplicable reason, he was having difficulty doing this. “It is for the worst of transgressions.”

“I have had other Go’Doan arse,” the warrior declared. ‘My wife likes the white robes, the paleness of your skin and the contrast against my shaft penetrating it.”

How, he did not know, but he was growing hard.

“Though we have never used any, Go’Doan or no, as we have used you and how we use you is something we’ve both desired for some time,” he continued.

Why did that make him feel…

Special?

“But none of them have been mistreated as such,” the warrior carried on, jerking his bearded chin toward Drey.

G’Drey fought biting his lip.

“Further, they cannot know how we use you, so it cannot be that,” the warrior said. “Unless you told them.”

“I did not tell them,” he said quietly.

The warrior jerked up his head. “So this transgression, tell me one thing, whatever it is, is it one you are guilty of?”

Drey would absolutely not admit to that.

“No,” he declared forcibly.

The warrior’s face turned to stone.

At seeing that, Drey could not stop biting his lip.

It was then the warrior’s voice went gentle, though it appeared he accomplished this with some difficulty, and Drey definitely felt that in his cock, even in his abused arse, but also elsewhere.

“Allow my wife to show you kindness,” he urged. “I will handle the Go’Doan. You will be given a leave of absence. No one will know the true reason why or where you are. But you will be safe to be here with us.”

He should not.

He knew it.

That lesson had been learned.

But he did it regardless.

And he did not know the why of this either.

“I will allow this.”

The instant he said the words, the warrior turned to his wife. “Call for Persephone. She will suckle him. A climax will relax him. Then he can be cleansed and salved