The Hawk Lord yanked out of me. I pushed myself up in irritation and looked at him over my shoulder. He brushed a hand over my cheek and it came away bloody.
“Why did you punch that soldier?”
“It was nothing. Guy stuff.”
“I am a guy.”
“No, you're the Hawk Lord,” I said as I pushed up and sat on the log, not bothering to pull my pants up. My cock was hard and reaching for him, but I ignored it. “You won't understand if I tell you. You'll just get mad.”
“You will tell me anyway.” Dal grabbed my knees and lifted, pushing me back over the massive trunk. My legs were straight against his chest, my pants still bunched around my knees as I arched over the log. He slid back into my ass and then wrapped his arms around my thighs. “Tell me, Ravyn.” He pumped languidly, his hand trailing down to slid over my cock as his eyes went completely amethyst.
“No.”
Dalsharan started fucking me faster, jostling my cock with every pump. I moaned and grabbed myself again.
“No!” He pushed my hand away. “You will not have your release until you tell me.”
“The jokes on you, babe, cause I'll come just from you fucking me.”
“You have gotten very disrespectful today,” the Hawk Lord snarled and bent forward, taking my legs with him, which opened me more for his thrusts. Then he grabbed my throat. “Do not make me punish you again.”
“You swore you wouldn't!” I snarled.
“Not hurt you, punish you,” he clarified. “Punish you for breaking your oath to me.”
I went still.
“That's right, Ravyn, you swore to be mine and be obedient. Where is your honor?”
“I was about to win that match!” I whined.
Dalsharan chuckled and slowed to a gentle pumping. I let my head hang back and groaned. His hand slid over my nipple, then pinched it hard.
“Ah, fuck, babe. Let me touch myself,” I begged.
“Where is this 'babe' business coming from?” Dal asked casually as he flicked my nipple. “You know what you're supposed to call me.”
“I don't want to right now,” I growled.
He slapped me suddenly, turning my head with the blow. “You will show me respect, Ravyn!”
Something flickered in his eyes, and I knew that I had pushed him too far. I'd broken into that other Dal, the one who thought pain was love. He began wildly fucking me, his face twisted into rage.
“I'm sorry,” I whispered as fear shot through me. “I'm yours, Hawk Lord. I'll obey you. Whatever you want.”
Dal grabbed my chin viciously. “Say it again!”
“I belong to you, Hawk Lord. You can fuck me whenever you want. However you want. I swear it!”
“I want you to submit to me now,” he growled.
“I am!”
“I'm going to fill your ass and send you back out to fight, my bad bird. I want my cum dripping out of you while you swing your sword at other men. While the sweat drips down your beautiful body. I want you to remember every fucking second that you belong to me.”
“I do! I will! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Hawk Lord! Fill my ass with your hot cum. Fill my ass, fill my ass, fill my ass,” I chanted it like a prayer.
Dalsharan groaned and gave me what I wanted, his hips jerking with the last spasms of his climax. I went seconds afterward, despite him refusing to let me touch myself. He smiled and made a satisfied grunt as he withdrew, then wiped his cock off on my thigh. I yanked my pants up, over the cum I'd spilled across my stomach. He didn't do that twisty finger thing and clean me. Nope, he left me dirty, and damn if that didn't turn me on more. He did help me up though.
After a searing kiss, Dal pushed me back toward camp and smacked my ass. “Get back to training, Corporal!”
“Yes, Hawk Lord!” I grinned all the way back to the training yard.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“I need to talk to you about something,” Dalsharan said to me over dinner that night.
“Look, he called me your whore, okay?” I huffed. “It's not a big—”
“What?!” Dalsharan roared as he stood up.
“Dal, it's okay. Calm down.”
“He called you my what?” Dalsharan growled in a low, dangerous tone.
“It's just soldier talk.” I got up and put my hands on his shoulders. “It's fine. I promise.”
“It is not fine. You are my consort, not my whore, to call you such is an insult to both of us.”
I went still. Oh, fuck. No one insulted a warlord.
“Who was it?” He demanded.
I backed away.
“Who was it?!” He roared.
I crossed my arms and stared him down.
“I have had enough of your disobedience, Ravyn,” Dalsharan snarled and stalked over to me. “You will tell me his name right now.”
“I'm not a snitch.”
Dalsharan shrieked like a hawk as he grabbed my throat and spun me, then slammed me down on a bare section of table. He leaned into my face, his teeth bared, and narrowed his eyes at me. “No one disrespects my consort. You are mine. The way people treat you is a reflection on me. That man, whoever he was, was a fae, was he not?”
I blinked. “Yes.”
“Then he knew what he was doing. It wasn't, as you say, soldier talk. He was testing you to see how much he could get away with.”
“And I laid him flat on his ass for it,” I said smoothly.
“You should have skewered him for it.” He shoved away from me and then straightened. “Now every fae Hawk will know that they can disrespect us and nothing will happen. That they can call you a whore, and I will do nothing! That is not acceptable. Give me his name.”
“No.”
“Do not make me punish you over this man,” he growled. “I can find his identity on my own, but I'm asking you to tell me.”
“No, you're not,” I snapped. “You're demanding that I tell you. Our agreement was that I obeyed you when it came to sex. You said that outside of that, I was free to be myself. Well, this is me, baby! I don't rat on my fellow soldiers. If I did, they would remember that shit the next time we were fighting the Farungal and they might not be so inclined to watch my back. This is family, Dal. We don't rat on family.”