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A dull pounding in her head brought Cylthan back to consciousness. Eyes fluttering, she felt so uncomfortable. Her arms were tied painfully tight behind her, even her fingers. Those didn't hurt quite as bad as one would think if they were broken. Wiggling them, she figured he must have healed her while she was out. The arm she was laying on felt like needles.

The worst part was how dry her mouth felt. Her tongue was sandpaper against the roof. Her throat burned more than she could ever recall.

The light of the fire made her squint. Lifting her head, she peered around. Noticing Roan sitting across from her, his knees up and arms slung over them, caused her heart to thump in trepidation. He was smirking at her as though he knew something terrible and was waiting for her to figure it out. It made her feel sick.

Sitting up slowly, she glared at him and opened her mouth to say something scathing when she realized not but a breath would come out. She had no voice– not even a raspy whisper.

At the exact moment it dawned on her, Roan's smile curled ever more dreadfully with the change in her expression. Defiance melted away into terror. That was what he wanted. He had her undivided attention.

Turning one of his hands relaxed over a knee, he showed her a small glass jar, etched with magical scrawlings. Within floated a pinpoint of soft light.

"If you keep up your attitude, I won't give it back next time."

Standing, he approached her in purposeful strides. Gasping, she backed away but she was pressed against her panther's body, unable to escape him. Reaching through her cringe, he grabbed her jaw hard enough that it might leave bruises and jerked her towards his groin.

"Open wide, darling," he chuckled darkly. Putting even more pressure against her joint to force her mouth open, he tipped the bottle and let the pinpoint float back to where it belonged.

With a harsh gasp, she coughed dryly, her throat burning more as the magic released and spread through her neck. Surprisingly, Roan had a waterskin and tipped it for her to take several gulps until she sputtered and had to pant for air, coughing again.

Turning away from her, he returned to his spot and stared hard at her from across the fire. The cold hate in her shimmering slits almost made him shiver. Instead, he smirked.

"Dick," she croaked with a sneer.

Grinning dangerously, he ticked a finger back and forth. "Another harsh word, my dear, and I'll make you suck mine," he warned with honey.

Though her face scrunched up in fury and disgust, she let her gaze drop in submission. Looking down at herself, she squirmed to make her tunic cover as much of her thighs as she could. "Can I at least get dressed?"

The salacious curl of his mouth made her stomach churn. "I'm not untying you." Reaching into the pack beside him, he pulled out her pants. When he stood to approach her again, she gulped, but did not resist when he jerked her up to her feet, facing away from him.

"This'll be new," he chuckled. "I'm usually _un_dressing the ladies."

Her jaw clenched to hold her tongue, and it only made him more amused. Pulling her pants up those long, smooth legs, he felt his blood burning again. Standing up straight, he took a loud sniff of her.

"Pervert," she hissed.

It became a sharp inhale when he jerked her pants up hard, digging the seams into the folds between her legs. Another, softer gasp escaped her when his powerful arms encircled her, jerking her tight against his warm, hard body.

"Feisty," he rumbled behind her, hot against her ear. Slipping his chin over her shoulder so she could feel every bit of him pressed to her back, he trapped her hips against his as his hands slowly tightened and tied the pants for her, drawing out the time he got to have her in his grasp. "You were the one flirting with me, 'dovlin.' Now that you have my attention, you're going to play coy?"

Her breathing was labored, trembling with her tension, staring straight ahead. He saw the muscle bulge in her jaw when she clenched her teeth hard again, swallowing the words that likely would have been venom. It made him chuckle.

Finished with his task, he let his hands course up her body beneath her tunic. He had only a second to marvel at the warm, smooth flesh under his coarse fingertips before she stiffened and jerked away with another of those feral growls only an elf could make.

"Don't touch me– eek!"

Her foot hit her panther, and she tumbled right over the snoring cat, hitting the ground hard.

Great, and now that asshole was laughing at her.

Groaning, she squirmed, trying to sit up, when Roan stepped into view. Grinning down at her, he swiped his head side to side with a clicking of his tongue. "I would have stopped you, but you did tell me not to touch you."

"Grusik!"

Hands on his hips, he pressed his lips to a thin line with a big breath and shook his head again in disappointment. "Now, what did I say about those harsh words?"

Growling at him, she squirmed more to get up, but he grabbed her ankle and kept her in the awkward position. "Since your feet are up, I guess I could get your boots on. Would make the trip back that much easier, and I'd like to get going."

The wrath on her face melted away, giving way to a wickedly charming smile. "Alright, dovlin. Looking forward to spending time alone with you." The threat in her sensual purring drawl made his lip curl in a sneer.

Slamming her boots on without mercy, he jerked her up to her feet so fast that her neck cracked and her head spun. Pulling her close while she blinked to get her bearings, her eyes crossed to focus on the threatening finger he held up for her.

"Keep testing my patience, bitch, and I will give you the attention you keep tempting."

There was that fury again, burning in her eyes. Tilting her head up so she could look down her nose at him, it absolutely pissed him off.

Spinning her around forcibly, he shoved her to a tree. Spinning her again, he pointed at the ground. "Sit right here until I'm finished."

Her brows pinched together in angry confusion but she obeyed, plopping cross legged on the leaf litter. Turning from her, he struggled a bit more than he expected to lift the giant panther onto his horse. It whinnied and stomped, expressing its displeasure in this situation.

Kicking out the fire now that the sky was growing gray with dawn, he jerked Cylthan back to her feet and shoved her forward to the hard packed dirt road.

They traveled in silence for a while. When other travelers appeared, going the other way, they took one glance at the emblem on his wrist and ducked their heads, moving on without a word. Whatever this elf had done to a Seeker– or, more accurately, whatever the Seeker intended to do with the elf– was none of their business.

After an old farmer pulling his cart glanced at them both and tucked his head, quickening his pace, Cylthan glared over her shoulder back at Roan. "Are you marching me to my death?"

He returned her ire. "That depends on you cooperating." His cold, lecherous smile made her sneer. "I might ask them to spare you."

Rolling her eyes in a wide and obvious arc, she scoffed in disgust. "Oh, my hero!" she mocked loudly. "Going to swoop in and save the day after parading me around to remind the common folk of their place!"

Growling, Roan ruthlessly pressed the thickest knuckle of his forefinger into the soft space of her back so hard that it would leave a bruise later. It caused her to arch away with a yelp of pain.

"Stop trying to distract me, or you will spend the rest of this trip with that sass in my pocket."

Her responding growl sounded far more feral than his had been, but she continued in sulking silence.

Just as it reached about midday, the resistance in her steps grew heavy enough to make him pause. "What is it?"

"As a man, I'm sure you could march all day, but I am in need of some relief, or shall I piss myself for your enjoyment?"

"I'm not untying you."

"Then how do you expect me to go?"

Smirking, he gripped her arm painfully and dragged her along into the brush, leaving his well-trained steed on the road. "I'll find you a spot to squat, elf. I look forward to the undressing part."

Untying her leggings slowly, he let them fall around her ankles. Her tunic hiding that space between her thighs made his pants tight again.

The rapacious hunger in his gaze made her shift uncomfortably, and her slightly knock-kneed stance of attempted modesty only made him hungrier. "C-Could I have a little privacy? Or do you like watching?"

Eyes snapping up at her jab, they narrowed and his lips pressed to an irritated line. Without a word, he turned away from her slowly, struggling with his control.

He'd like to get her back to headquarters and get confirmation that a wild elf was outside the protection of the other elves. He'd never had to deal with one before. She would not be leaving his quarters if that was the case. Whatever they did with the panther would be of no consequence to him. He would not be the only one in the fortress with a bed warmer, willing or not. Every bit of him intended to possess her, and the thought caused his lip to curl up wickedly.

The sharp shudder of a predator's gaze made him reach for his sword, but it was too late. Knocked forward, he slammed into the ground, crushed under the weight of the panther.

Once again, his thoughts had been distracted by that fucking elf! And now, it was going to cost him.

"Wait, Draen! Don't kill him."

The panther's teeth stopped just at the point they pierced his skin, needles stuck into the flesh of his neck. He could feel the blood roll down the sides. His back was getting wet where the claws pressed him into the ground so hard he could barely breathe. If he moved at all, it would be over.

Moaning pitifully, the panther peered up at his mistress.

"Yeah, I know he was, fucking pervert. Just help cut me loose and let's go."

Lifting the other paw-- shoving Roan further into the leaves and making his back crack-- the panther did not change his hold on Roan's neck while Cylthan wiggled and squirmed to cut the bindings with his immense claws. Sighing in relief, she stretched her arms, then smiled down smugly at Roan's murderous, sidelong glare.

"Well, dovlin. It was an interesting time, but I've got places to be far away from you. Guess we'll steer clear of Seekers from now on. Never know when one of you might have something odd. Was fun while it lasted."