His To Claim

Jealous Talk

Soon, she found herself in the middle of the dancing crowd. The women showed her some easy steps and encouraged her to imitate them. She hesitantly raise her arms and started imitating the woman. Soon enough, she got a hang of it. Her hesitation was replaced by confidence as she began dancing with a pep. She shook her waist and swayed her ass, oblivious to someone's heated gaze on her. The people here were indeed warm by nature. Sabrina was enjoying herself.

After dancing for a while, she decided to take a pause. She stood on the side and put a hand on her chest in an attempt to control her breathing. The alluring rise and fall of her soft lumps were making it difficult to breathe for someone.

"You are an amazing dancer, your grace," she turned and found Kyra smiling at her. Sabrina smiled at her.

"I have been trained for all this," she recalled her fourteen years of training.

"Come, sit with us," Kyra took her hand and started taking her towards where the chief was sitting.

Her eyes, instinctively, moved to where he was sitting, and to her surprise, he was looking right at her. She felt a shiver run down her spine because of the way he was looking at her. With so much intensity. He let his gaze inspect her small frame. His eyes lingered on the tattoo around her navel a moment longer. He sipped on his amber liquid while unabashedly staring at her tattoo. Sabrina found his move very intimate.

Not a moment later, Elijah, as if snapped from a trance, quickly averted his gaze and murmured something under his breath.

Kyra made her sit next to him before reclaiming her seat which was on the lap of her mate.

The view was quite clear from here. She sideglanced at Elijah, who was holding the glass a little too tightly and his jaw was set. His seething eyes were fixed on something. She followed his gaze which led to a man who was openly staring at her with a lustful smirk on his face.

The man's gaze, instinctively, turned to meet Elijah's and he instantly paled. He quickly turned around and scampered off. A soft smile floated over her lips as she leaned back in her chair.

Kyra and Heather joined the dancers after some time. The crowd moved away to give them the space. Just from one look, one could see how deeply they loved each other. The smile on their face was infectious. The dancing turned into something intimate when Kafur connected his lips with hers while grinding against her. The crowd cheered. It was common for the tribals but Sabrina was burning with shame. She snuck a glance at Elijah who appeared unfazed by this all. His expressionless eyes were fixed on the couple as he silently sipped on his drink.

No one dared to approach Elijah because of the scowl he wore all through the celebration. But Sabrina wasn't spared. A man came up to her and invited her to have a dance with him. Elijah's head snapped towards them and a guttural growl escaped his throat, boring holes at the man's extended hand. Oblivious to his reaction, Sabrina gave a hesitant smile and took his hand. Elijah's scowl deepened.

The man led her towards the bonfire and started dancing with her, much to someone's annoyance.

After the dance, Sabrina decided to go back to her hut.

A lantern was kept in her hut but it wasn't enough to light up the whole hut.

She heaved a sigh and stretched her arms, feeling tired.

Her breath hitched when all of a sudden, she felt a strong arm locking around her delicate waist.

She was suddenly pulled into a hard chest, startling her out of her mind.

Before she could scream for help, a large hand clamped itself firmly over her mouth.

"Ssshhhh," he breathed heavily in her ear while pressing his large chest into her back. Sabrina froze in realization. It was him. His firm grip around her bare belly tightened resolutely. She felt the gentle heat of his body searing through her back, causing her heartbeat to sore like a bird.

"I didn't like how you were dancing with that imbecile," he loosened his hand over her mouth only to play with her hued lips. His thumb started caressing the soft flesh.

"I was this close to snap his neck and then yours," he pinched her lower lip between his thumb and index finger and stretched it outward harshly. She whimpered in pain. The stench of alcohol coming from his mouth alluded that he was intoxicated.

"Is that what my little princess wants?" he rests his chin on her shoulder from behind and continued to roll her soft lip, ignoring her groans of pain.