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Salayna Silveri Salt

The room is dark when I wake up, and the bed is more comfortable than it was when I fell asleep. It takes only one second for me to realize, that i'm not in the healer room, not in my room either. The scent of Dath fills the room, hangs in the warm covers pulled up to my chin. In that same second I realize the covers are so warm because a large body occupies the bed with me, and his forearm lays across me, his large hand on my bruised ribs as he sleeps. 

I was in Dath's bed. It had to be another dream. I was given the "no sleepovers" rule. That not only applied because Dath didn't do "pillow talk" and he didnt want to blur the lines of "keeping it just sex". But because I just simply wasnt allowed to. Guard rules. He's a third year, I shouldnt even be here at all. How the hell did he get me up here? His shadows most likely. Just like the other few times he's snuck me up here to fuck my brains out after yelling at me all day in training.  I vaguely remember waking up. Dain being there. Then Dath. Dath making him leave. Then being given more medicine. I could still feel the effects. Like I was tipsy, a little buzz that made me less...scared. worried. nervous. anxious. All the emotions that would come back to me as soon as the drugs wore off, were now dulled. Making me less confused about why I was in Dath's bed. Because I just didnt care enough right now, the drugs had me feeling relaxed, and the pain is less than I remember it being when I woke up before. 

I lay there for several moments, wondering why my dream is so boring. He's not even awake. I'm not even naked. And we're not even having sex. This dream blows. 

I heave a sigh. then try to sit up and yip as I feel pain in my ribs. A dark head of hair shoots up beside me, a shirtless Dath darts his head around, his hand sliding over me, behind me, yanking me closer. I howl in pain. 

"ah fuck!" I cry and he pants. 

"what..why did you scream? whats wrong?" He asks, fully fucking alert. 

"ribs...ow...fuck" I whine. Because the man was startled and snatched my fucking ribs when pulling me to him. 

"oh shit, fuck" he says and releases me. 

"Shit babe, fuck, im fucking sorry" he says and lifts the blanket. I blink several times in the dark. 

"you good?" He asks and looks down at my t shirt. His t shirt. His hand hovering over it, not daring to touch me. 

Am I good? Well, my confusion as to how I was just "Babed" by Dath Dragnost is now distracting me from the pain. Along with the fact he doesnt seem to have even noticed he did it. 

"yeah...good." I say and let out a long breath.

"And i didnt scream. you psycho" I say and he exhales with relief. 

"You made a sound." He says. 

"Yes, I tend to do that, as a human, with a voice and the ability to talk and working vocal chords" I say and he turns and reaches over, turning on a dim light on the wall. Then is sitting up and looking down at me. I just stare, because holy fucking hell. Sleep mussed hair looked really good on him. Especially when he's shirtless. Especially when he's looking down at me while Im in his bed. 

I choose not to tell him he just called me babe. Slip of the tongue I guess. He was half asleep and startled away by your "scream" I tell myself. Give him a break. Plus, this isn't a dream, he brought YOU...to HIS bed. 

"How are you feeling? How's the pain?" He asks and looks at my face and to my cheek. Then i remember it still must be healing. He scowls slightly, as if the sight offends him. 

"Fine, i just...went to go move...forgot about my ribs...it just hurt a little." I say. 

"That's why you screamed?" he asks. 

I roll my eyes at him. "I didnt scream." 

"Why am I in your bed?" I ask seconds later when he doesnt speak, and is just staring at me. 

His brow lifts. 

"Would you prefer the healers version a bed?" He asks and I give a little laugh. 

"Defintiely not. but why am I not...in MY bed?" I ask. 

"Because you have a roomate that would probably ask questions about why your Captain was laying in bed with you, why a WILD was laying in bed with you." He says as I shift and wince and lean on my good side a little.

"But....okay....but why would you need to lay in bed with me?" I ask. 

His face gives me nothing. No expression, he just looks at my eyes, then my nose my mouth.

"Because you asked me to." he says. 

"Did I?" I ask. Because I dont remember that part. 

"Yes Silver. You did. You made me promise to be there when you woke up." He says.

I feel my cheeks heat and now I look away and at his ceiling.

"Oh." I say. "blame it on the drugs, sorry" 

A hear him give a little huff and then he's slipping back down into the covers and laying on his back. 

"You can take me back to my room now if you want." I say when he's silent. 

"Shut the fuck up Silver." He says. I give a little laugh. I was serious, I knew he didnt want me here. Not like this, needy and broken and having to be cared for. I was stress RELIEF, and surely I was only GIVING him stress right now. 

"I'm sorry you had to spend your night with m-"

"Will you shut the fuck up already? Quit fucking apologizing for shit that doesnt need an apology." He huffs and I turn my head and see him with his eyes closed. The sharp cut of his jaw, his cheekbones, the stubble on his face. The dark brows, the dark long lashes that kiss his cheeks. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. 

"Well you couldnt possibly have wanted to take care of me and watching over me and be my babysitter all night lo-"

"Shut up Silver. Jesus. Close your fucking mouth before I shut it for you." He says.

"I'm not in good enough shape for you to shut it for me. Make your sexual threats when a girl at least can sit up." I say. 

He heaves a heavy sigh. 

"Wasnt sexual." He says.

"So you'd shut me up how then?" I ask and he grumbles and turns his head, his blue eyes make parts of me tingle, that have never fucking tingled before in my life. Head to toe, those eyes do things to me. But I just smirk at him.

He snarls. I mimic it sarcastically and he narrows his eyes. 

"You're lucky you're fucking pretty Silver." he says and rolls his eyes. 

"No YOURE lucky Im pretty, how tragic would it be to have a hag in bed with you?" I say and see the corners of his lips twitch.

He turns, facing me, on his side, propping his head up with his hand and looks at me. 

"Since you just cant keep your mouth shut, let's talk then. Who was it?" He asks.

My playful smile falls. 

"Who was what?" I ask. 

"Nice try Salt." He says. "You know exactly what I'm asking." 

I shrug. "I didnt see them"I say , trying to hold his eyes, trying to make it sound as much like the truth as I can. 

"I'll tell you one more time.....this is technically your third strike with fucking lying to me...but since you were drugged up for the first two times....we'll consider this your second strike...don't fucking get a third one." He warns. I vaguely remember the same threat, the same questions earlier. 

"Fine. I do remember. And I'm not telling you." I say and then look back at his ceiling.

"Yes , you fucking are." He argues. 

"As your Captain, it's a fucking order." He says and I shoot my eyes back to him.

"Tell me, or I'll make your life hell in training after you heal." He threatens.

"funny. you ALREADY do that." I say and his nostrils flare.

"Stop being fucking cute and answer me." He growls. 

"Impossible, didnt the healers tell you? Its a chronic condition, impossibly, unbearably cute, at all times. There's no cure Dath. " I shrug. 

"Answer me." He growls and I lift my chin. 

"No." I answer. 

"I swear to fucking god Silver." He scowls and shifts and then is hovering over me. I just blink up at him. 

"Tell me, right now. Who. Do. I . Have. To. Kill?" he growls each world and I suck in a breath. 

"Tell me" he repeats , his nose is next to mine. he nudges it against mine.

"tell me who fucking hurt you" he whispers. "that's a fucking order" he says just as softly as I lick my lips. Because I was not focused on telling him a single thing , I was focused on his mouth, and inch from mine. And how my lips know, if I wasnt currently all broken, those lips would have been on mine by now. Its as if my body knows when it's missing a sneaky hookup with the Captains mouth and cock. 

"this is a very unfair time to be making me wet Captain" I whisper and he growls. 

"Salt." He says as he lifts his head and glares at me. 

"what?" I exhale and let out a soft moan.

He closes his eyes and sighs. 

"I need you tell me who did this so I can take care of it." He says.

I lift my hand to his face, his eyes flying open and his eyes fall onto mine as I hold his face.

"I dont need you to save me or take care of my problems." I say quietly.

His nostrils flare.

"You dont get to make that call." he says. 

"As your Captain it's my-"

"Shut up Dragnost." I whisper and his brows lift and I smile slightly at the surprise.

"Yeah, you heard me." I say and slide my hand behind his head, and pull his mouth back towards mine. 

"Salayna, this is serious and I need to know who-"

"mm, shut up" I whisper, lifting my head a few inches and pressing my lips to his. He lets out a harsh breath through his nose, and then follows my lips as I pull him with me as I lay my head back against his pillow. 

"put your hand in between my legs and touch me" I whisper on his lips and he breathes hard, his forehead to mine. 

"you're hurt" he shakes his head slightly. 

"are you calling me weak?" I ask him. Because he knows how much I hate when Dain treats me like it. He knows I appreciate that he DOESNT treat me the same. 

"You..are not weak." he growls. 

"then touch me" I say and he looks down as he shifts, half hovering over me, leaning on his hip at my side. 

"that's an order Captian" I say and he groans and lifts his eyes back to mine.

"You think you're funny" he says as his hand goes to my stomach and I just smile and nod.

"uh huh" I breathe as his hand slides down, then grabs the end of his shirt and his head lifts and he groans as he exposes me. 

"Spread your legs Silver" he whispers as his hand drops his shirt in the middle of my stomach, his large hand sliding over my lower belly and I shift, spreading them slightly.

I bite my lip as his hand pushes down and his middle finger slides between my lips , right to my clit and presses to it. Small circles of the tip of his finger begin to move around my clit and I feel my lashes flutter. Because he's never, touched me this soft. 

"Tell me who" he says and I whimper, and ignore his question as my head pushes back and I wince as my chest tries to lift but is restricted to the way my ribs still ache. 

"If you dont tell me....I stop." he whispers. I shoot him a glare and shake my head.

"If you stop, I'll never fucking tell you, and never let you touch me ever again." 

"hmm" he hums and leans down. 

"thats your third strike Salyana" he whispers my name and I shiver, his fingertip still working my clit.

"Because we both know....no matter what....you're gonna let me touch you whenever the fuck I want....because i like fuckin touching you....and you LOVE it when I do.....you pretty little fucking liar" he groans and slides his finger down and it slips inside of me, making my mouth part and I moan, clenching around his one finger.

"now tell me...who the fuck has earned their fucking grave by putting their fucking hands on what's mine" he growls. 

"shit" I hiss, because a second fingers slides in, and his thumb strokes my clit, while the two fingers inside curl in and out, pushing over my gpsot, making my eyes roll in my fucking head.

"Tell me" he growls.

"not...your...problem" I pant. 

"wrong." he snarls in my ear as his fingers pump and his thrumb storkes my clit and Im gasping and pushing my head back harder into the pillow, legs trembling slightly. 

"you are VERY...VERY ,...fucking much, my fucking problem" he groans. 

"as your captain...you're my fucking problem." he adds.

"now....who's...lying" I pant. 

"wheres the lie Silver?" he groans as his fingers work my wet pussy and I moan, so fucking close, biting my lip and moaning and cursing as my lip slides from teeth. 

"mmm, you make...all your...first years....your problem...like this?" I pant.

He growls. 

"Just you Salt" he growls. 

"why'd you..stay with ...me....when you could...have just....left me...in the...fuck...oh fuck, yes, right there, im gonna cum" 

"not till i get an answer." he growls and slows and I whimper.

"answer me first" I pant. 

"finish your question then Salt" he says.

"why did you...mpf..why did you..fuck" I cry as he edges me again.

"why did you stay..with me" I whine, whimpering as my legs spread wider and I grab his wrist, demanding it to fucking stay there. Cursing as my head goes back and my eyes roll as his fingers work me so fucking good I could cry. Damn this was better than the drugs they had me on. I bet Dath's fingers could heal me real fucking quick , just like this. 

"because you asked me to." he growls. 

"liar" I pant. "Two...strikes" 

He growls and brings his mouth my temple, kissing it, speaking against it.

"Because even if you hadn't asked me to...I'd have stayed." he growls and I moan.

"Why" I pant. 

"You fucking know why." he says and then moves his mouth and brings it to mine and kisses me. 

My free hand lifts to his face and I kiss him back. It's desperate, passionate, hungry, needy and perfect. 

"tell me" I plead on his mouth. 

"No. Now tell me who did it" he growls. I wasnt getting a confession tonight. I knew that. But perhaps what Id thought was a dream earlier at the healers room, infact wasnt. Maybe id already gotten a somewhat confession earlier when I'd thought it was a dream when I was being given forehead kisses and told he was a fool for me. I wasnt getting the words I wanted, which were to hear, that we were doing more than just hooking up, that we were becoming more than just enemies who got each other off and fucked to release steam. 

"Tell me Silver" he says when I whine as he slows. "Tell me and then I'll make sure you cum, and i'll go down there and make sure you cum a second time too...as many times as you fucking want it Silver....fuckin tell me" 

I cry out, so fucking close. 

"Jesus fucking christ TELL ME" he yells and I cry louder, cumming hard on his fingers and he growls, snarling as he keeps going, letting me have it, letting me fucking take the reward without giving him the answer he wants. 

"Yes" I cry, back arching, my ribs screaming, but the pleasure spreads over me, erasing the ache as my pussy detonates. Like a god damn bomb. Explosive. Even with just his fingers. He makes it fucking explosive, my body responds in twitches and tremors as I soak the fucking bed, squirting on Dath's hand, and fingers, his bed. 

He growls and his fingers slide out and DAth is moving down as I pant, laying between my legs and his tongue drags up over my pussy and sucks on my clit. My lips and I screech, yelp, writhing and half in pain and half in bliss as his tongue works my clit. Lapping at it, stroking it.

"stubborn fucking thing" he growls and sucks my clit and my eyes hurt as they roll hard into the back of my head, my hands go down. Slipping into his hair.

"dath" I pant. 

"best.....captain....ever" I pant and he growls on my clit as he sucks and licks at it. 

"watch your fucking mouth or you're getting fucked so hard no pain meds are going to help the way i hurt your fucking pussy Silver" he growls and nibbles my clit, making my legs shake and I yelp. 

"God, fuckin do it" I moan, because i was dumb, and stupid, and well...fucking wet and horny as shit. I didnt give two fucks about my ribs right now, or that id been recently concussed and knocked the fuck out. 

"dont fuckin tempt me" he snarls and kisses my clit, licking, sucking and groaning.

"i want you inside of me" I whine.

"i need you inside of me....fuck...i need you" I nearly actually cry, the want, the desire, is too fucking much, as if my body has become addicted to him that even my bruises and wounds and the pain that pulses in them couldnt stop be from getting my fucking fix. 

"Salayna" he growls. 

I nearly cum as he growls my fucking name. Salt. Silver. Salayna. Whatever he called me. It all sounded so fucking good coming from his mouth. 

"i'll tell you" I whine. 

He pauses, he pushes down his boxers.

"Go the fuck on then" he says , pushing them down as I lay there panting. 

I whimper. Licking my lips, watching him undress and my pussy pulsing as he frees his thick cock. God, it looks as angry as he does most of the time. Swollen, bobbing as he moves and then hovers and slaps the heavy thick shaft onto my pussy with smack.

"speak the fuck up and it's yours Silver." he says and I bite my lips, hips rolling as I reach down. He slaps my hand away.

"Nuh uh, not again, you want it...you fucking tell me." he says and then presses a hand into the bed and hovers and smacks himself against my pussy again. 

"fuck" I pant as I look at him. A foot taller than me, massive arms, hard chest and abs that didnt need him to flex to be showcased, his perfect face, his messy hair and the way he made my fucking body need him. It wasnt fair. 

"two...of them" I moan and he growls and smacks my pussy harder with his cock.

"Names. Both of them" he growls and rubs the tip of his cock on my clit, brushing it back and forth as my hips chase him. 

"fuck, put it in" I whine. 

"please" I beg, my eyes looking from his cock taunting me up into his eyes.

I was dead set on not saying a damn thing, not giving him names. I didnt want him to solve my problems, he was doing enough to actually help me by training me. He didnt need to fucking hand someone their ass because they hated me enough to knock me out. I mean, they COULD have killed me. Maybe they thought they had? Whatever, doesnt matter, because I just need Dath Dragnost to fucking fill me. 

"fuck your little loyalist slut Dath" I moan, giving him the talk he likes. That we both go fucking wild for when we're screwing each other stupid. 

He stops, the tip of his cock nudged against my pussy and Im moaning, ready to fucking take it. His hand leaves his cock and he places his hand, right around my throat and makes my eyes go to his. Nostrils flared and he's breathing hard. jaw clenched. He's barely controlling himself. 

"give me their fucking names. now" he says, too fucking calmly. 

"Renaya...." I say, The name slipping out, because of something in his eyes. They're full of the wild lust we have for one another, but there's something else, a need that's different from the primal one that has us fucking like rabbits whenever we can.  

His lips snarl and clenches his jaw. 

"and who else?" he growls. "Who else do I get to fucking take pleasure in ending for laying hands on my fucking woman?" 

My eyes widen and i cant stand the way it makes me feel to hear him call me his woman. And I know he sees my reaction. Even if it's just cave man shit, possessive male shit, it still does something to me. 

"Say it again and fucking mean it" I moan. 

"Say what?" he growls. 

"that im your woman" I moan. 

"I meant it the fucking first time." He snarls. 

"say it" I moan. 

"You're my fucking woman." he groans. "Been my fucking woman, now fucking give me the other name" he growls.

"ruckus" I exhale. His eyes flare and his jaw clenches and I can tell he's holding back from flying off me to go "handle" the both of them. 

"is that it?" he asks. 

I nod, panting, like im in heat. MAybe because I fucking I am. 

"Yeah, that's it, i promise" I say and he groans and lifts his hand from my neck, gently grabs my jaw. 

"Now spread those legs  wider Silver...Captains fucking orders."