Bound to the Battle God - Ruby Dixon Page 0,232

from the jeweled beads braided into his hair to the pierced ring in his nose and the trio of gold chains that stretches over his cheek. He doesn’t wear simple clothing like my Aron.

As I stare from my hiding space, he snatches the bag from his anchor and lifts it to his nose. “Did you finish the nose spices again?”

She quivers. “I’m sorry. I just needed a little.” Her voice turns whining.

“You didn’t leave any for me.” He flings the bag at her, smacking her on the cheek. “Where’s my wine? And my sweets?”

“Here,” she says eagerly, scrambling to the nearest table. “Shall I feed you?”

“I want you to eat them,” he says, petting her hair. His hand goes to his belt and as I watch, he unfastens what has to be the most jewel-encrusted codpiece ever. I’d laugh at this guy if it wasn’t Aron’s face underneath all that crap.

The anchor – Naeri – shoves a few sweets into her mouth, chewing loudly, and then tilts her face up to his. Aron – Skank Aron – leans down and covers her mouth, slicking his tongue against hers even as she eats.

Okay, gross. I get that he doesn’t need to eat, but damn, that’s nasty.

“Now wine,” he tells her, and she grabs a goblet and starts to slurp it down, her gaze locked on his as he pets her cheek. His hand keeps moving over his waist, and then his armor jingles as his pants go down.

Oh shit. I do not want to see this.

I drop down to the floor, squeezing my eyes shut. I hate that being near this is affecting me, just like it was in Tadekha’s palace. I recognize how it feels. There’s an intense, needy yearning deep in my belly that’s growing by the moment. I don’t want to be turned on by this. I don’t. But my body’s responding anyhow. I can feel my pussy flooding with heat even as they make loud, sloppy noises on the other side of the wall of crates.

“Take me in your mouth,” he tells her, and I flinch.

He’s Hedonism. Of course he’s going to want her to blow him. I hate that she’s doing it, though, and for a moment, I hate him too. I hate all of this, and it makes me want to throw the vial of Godsfire at both of them. Thing is, my Aron is impossibly fast and strong. I don’t know if I can take him out, even if he is distracted. I have to wait…and endure.

It’s the longest five minutes of my life. It might be less. It might be more. I have no way of knowing, only that the smacks and moans and groans seem to go on for far too long. Aron’s armor jingles faster and faster, and then he gives a low groan that breaks my heart, because I’ve heard that groan before. That’s his orgasm groan.

I dig my fingernails into my palms so hard that I draw blood. I don’t know if I want to shove my hand down my pants or burst into tears. Both sound good right about now.

The girl gives a throaty giggle, and I hear the light slap of skin. “That’s for finishing off my nose spices,” Aron murmurs. “You’d better find me more before I return from the battlefield.”

“I will,” she promises breathlessly.

“Good. Today will be a glorious day.” His armor jingles again, and when I dare to peek over, I see he’s putting his codpiece back on with her help as she kneels in front of him. “We’ll break them today. I can feel it. And tonight, we celebrate.”

Naeri giggles again, gazing up at him with a sly look. “We celebrate every night, my lord of storms.”

He grunts, taps her cheek with a jewel-crusted glove, and then heads for the entrance to the tent, the beads in his hair swaying. He pauses before he leaves. “Find those red-haired twins and tell them to be in our tent tonight.”

“Of course,” she says breathlessly, and then he’s gone.

I want to vomit. So much vomit. I stare with hatred as the girl moves to the table and drinks more wine, then saunters back to the trunk and digs through it. She pulls out a new pouch from behind something, and as she turns her back to me, I hear her sniff deeply again.

Bitch is holding out on him.

I hate her. He’s not even my Aron and I hate her.

It’s now or never. I kick off my