did not budge, “Yeah, I get it. T erritory.”
“Not territory and not yet marked either ! We are bound and we will mate.” He bent a nd scooped Neomee into his arms carrying her still dripping wet to the bed.
She struggled in his arms as he dropped her on the bed and r ipped her wet gown from her . He stood over her staring down at her beautiful lithe body . She made to scoot away, but Bray caught her ankle and pulled her to him.
Dropping to the bed, he inhaled deeply as he licked Neomee’s trembling lips before his kiss crushed her mouth, his hands moving freely over her glistening body. His mouth assaulted hers, forcing her lips to part and accept his tongue. When he finally pull ed back from his kiss, Neomee turned her head to the side.
“Please, ” she whispered, “you’re hurting me...Master.”
Bray pull ed back and stared down at her as if he’d been slapped . Seeing the smear of blood her re-opened back left on the bed, he growled and bent to roughly grab her chin, “Never call me that again! You may call me Bray or mate.” Then he stormed from the room as Neomee lay terrified , exhausted , and wet on the bed.
C hapter 15
What in the hell is wrong with me? He’d gone too far with Neomee and he knew it. He’d been so determined to claim her that he hadn’t even realized he’d hurt her. It was mor e than foolish, i t was selfish. His teeth gnashed as he roamed the halls. He needed an outlet for his anger and sex was obviously out. He wouldn’t find relief in the training arena either.
On the night Neomee was punished he’d carried her to his quarters, ensure d the healer was doing his best to care for her , and then he’d gone hunt ing . He’d shifted and scoured the temple searching out his brethren Cats that had held him down , the one s who’d prevented him from protecting his mate.
A mirthless smile tweaked his lips at the memory. He’d earned the title Prince of Cats because after Sanura had died he’d only wanted to join her. His life was so insignificant to hi m that he was willing to risk losing it and he had risked it daily. The other Cats quickly realized that Bray didn’t care whether he lived or died. It was reflected in his fighting skill and in his willingness to go to war, to protect the temple from her enemies , and to seek out any who would challenge their way of life. But when he’ d hunted the night of Neomee’s m a’at it had been different. He hadn’t fought because he didn’t care whether he lived or died. He fought for vengeance and for her protection. He’d killed that night. Many of his brothers had bled out by his hands and even now he couldn’t bring himself to regret his actions.
It was a strange feeling for him. Typically when he was in the throes of battle somewhere deep inside he always hoped tha t he wouldn’t survive. He prayed that hi s life flame would finally be extinguished so that he could once again be with Sanura, but it wasn’t the same anymore. Now he wanted to live. He wanted to best his enemies and be done with the task quickly so that he could get back to Neomee. She needed him.
Unfortunately, as a result of what he’d done the remaining Cats now avoided him as if he had been cursed with the plague. Madu had come to see him and to tell him that there were rumors in the temple that Bray had lost his mind. Madu was worried for not only his friend’s sanity, but his life as well.
“There are whispers of revolt among the Cats my friend. They fear you have designs of wiping us out then claiming the place of the Priest.”
The Priest . He’d hunted the false prophet as well only to discover that he’d taken a sabbatical from the temple. It was rare, but it did happen. The Priest would be making pilgrimage to see the Vizier , the highest official in Egypt to serve the Pharaoh. Coward!
“I have no desire to be Priest of the temple,” Bray
“Not territory and not yet marked either ! We are bound and we will mate.” He bent a nd scooped Neomee into his arms carrying her still dripping wet to the bed.
She struggled in his arms as he dropped her on the bed and r ipped her wet gown from her . He stood over her staring down at her beautiful lithe body . She made to scoot away, but Bray caught her ankle and pulled her to him.
Dropping to the bed, he inhaled deeply as he licked Neomee’s trembling lips before his kiss crushed her mouth, his hands moving freely over her glistening body. His mouth assaulted hers, forcing her lips to part and accept his tongue. When he finally pull ed back from his kiss, Neomee turned her head to the side.
“Please, ” she whispered, “you’re hurting me...Master.”
Bray pull ed back and stared down at her as if he’d been slapped . Seeing the smear of blood her re-opened back left on the bed, he growled and bent to roughly grab her chin, “Never call me that again! You may call me Bray or mate.” Then he stormed from the room as Neomee lay terrified , exhausted , and wet on the bed.
C hapter 15
What in the hell is wrong with me? He’d gone too far with Neomee and he knew it. He’d been so determined to claim her that he hadn’t even realized he’d hurt her. It was mor e than foolish, i t was selfish. His teeth gnashed as he roamed the halls. He needed an outlet for his anger and sex was obviously out. He wouldn’t find relief in the training arena either.
On the night Neomee was punished he’d carried her to his quarters, ensure d the healer was doing his best to care for her , and then he’d gone hunt ing . He’d shifted and scoured the temple searching out his brethren Cats that had held him down , the one s who’d prevented him from protecting his mate.
A mirthless smile tweaked his lips at the memory. He’d earned the title Prince of Cats because after Sanura had died he’d only wanted to join her. His life was so insignificant to hi m that he was willing to risk losing it and he had risked it daily. The other Cats quickly realized that Bray didn’t care whether he lived or died. It was reflected in his fighting skill and in his willingness to go to war, to protect the temple from her enemies , and to seek out any who would challenge their way of life. But when he’ d hunted the night of Neomee’s m a’at it had been different. He hadn’t fought because he didn’t care whether he lived or died. He fought for vengeance and for her protection. He’d killed that night. Many of his brothers had bled out by his hands and even now he couldn’t bring himself to regret his actions.
It was a strange feeling for him. Typically when he was in the throes of battle somewhere deep inside he always hoped tha t he wouldn’t survive. He prayed that hi s life flame would finally be extinguished so that he could once again be with Sanura, but it wasn’t the same anymore. Now he wanted to live. He wanted to best his enemies and be done with the task quickly so that he could get back to Neomee. She needed him.
Unfortunately, as a result of what he’d done the remaining Cats now avoided him as if he had been cursed with the plague. Madu had come to see him and to tell him that there were rumors in the temple that Bray had lost his mind. Madu was worried for not only his friend’s sanity, but his life as well.
“There are whispers of revolt among the Cats my friend. They fear you have designs of wiping us out then claiming the place of the Priest.”
The Priest . He’d hunted the false prophet as well only to discover that he’d taken a sabbatical from the temple. It was rare, but it did happen. The Priest would be making pilgrimage to see the Vizier , the highest official in Egypt to serve the Pharaoh. Coward!
“I have no desire to be Priest of the temple,” Bray
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