The Warrior's Pet(26)

"Who will take him in?" Giselle asked.

"I don't know yet." Kagan answered with a sigh.



Kagan quo Rordan

As they made camp things still swirled in Kagan's mind. The way Giselle had moaned in her sleep scenting of pleasure as her woman's place got slick drove him mad. He'd become instantly hard which made it worse. But he nearly came unglued when she moaned his name as her wet lips moved on his chest and her channel fluttered pressed against his engorged shaft.

His men had ruined the moment and probably saved Kagan from making a fool of himself like some randy youth. Unfortunately the news they brought was not good.

Kagan's heart almost tore from his chest when Giselle looked up at him with her big blue eyes swimming with moisture.

"Children shouldn't be alone and unloved in the world." She pleaded.

When the moisture ran down her cheeks Kagan was at a loss. It was such a forlorn expression of her strong emotions that Kagan couldn't help but grip her tight. He promised her the boy would be well cared for. At that moment he would've promised anything just to brighten her face.

The ride had been quiet till the sun started to descend and they stopped for the night. Kagan didn't relish what he would be forced to do. After his tent was set up, he ordered a bath for Giselle and sent her off with one of the Toufik females. He couldn't punish her while she still smelled of arousal. That would make it twice as impossible at least for him. Kagan nearly growled in frustration. The little female was driving him crazy. She was a conundrum he just couldn't tease out.

Kagan helped the men get camp settled. As he reached for one of the knives strapped across his chest Kagan felt that one of his blades was missing. What the hell had happened to it?

"Son of a metcor." Kagan cursed out loud.

The blade hadn't fallen off. Someone had taken it. All his warrior stared in surprise as their usually calm commander stomped towards his tent. By the time Kagan got there he was fuming.

Kagan stormed in only to stop dead. Giselle had his blade, of course, but what she did with it stalled his forward momentum. There in the bath, Giselle had one creamy leg propped up on the edge covered in suds. Very methodically she ran the blade up her pale skin. She then moved to the tuft at her mound. Kagan couldn't help but watch as she removed all but a swath of hair.

Kagan quickly turned and left. He was hard again. How could he reprimand her with his shaft standing at attention? Again his men stared as he passed muttering expletives.

After walking the perimeter a few times Kagan returned to the central fire. One of the warriors was carrying Sabin back to Dagaa's tent. The boy was fast asleep, full and exhausted. Kagan slowed as he approached the fire. The light was dancing off Giselle's pale skin as she sat close to keep warm. There were several warriors staring curiously at her as she ate.

Kagan had no stomach for food. It was time to be done with the distasteful business at hand.

"Jeezelle come here."

Giselle stood and sauntered his way. The sway of her full bare hips mesmerizing not only him but the other men. When she stood before him Kagan could see by the serious look on her face she knew what was to transpire.

"You have disobeyed my order and threatened one of my men. Hands on the crate." Kagan demanded. He didn't dare put her over his lap again. Having her draped there was just too tempting.

Giselle put her palms down and Kagan pushed her flat against the box. His palm smacked against her rear twice as hard as the night before.

Giselle squeaked in surprise then bit her lip to keep from making any further sound as his hand fell again with a resounding smack.

"No wonder," Giselle bit out. Smack. "you are still at war." Smack. "Look how you," Smack. "solve problems." Giselle gasped the last bit.

The men stared in shock as his pet chastised them even though she was the one being punished.

"Enough." Kagan growled.

"Why, did your helpless little female pet hit too close to home." Giselle snarled back looking over her shoulder.

Kagan swatted her ass again, but Giselle just gritted her teeth and stuck her butt out further.

"Is that all you've got? Don't hold back just because I'm a girl."

Kagan smacked her harder the blow shoving her against the crate and making her ass wobble. Giselle laughed her sound of mirth only stunted by the reign of blows against her behind. She was absolutely unrepentant.The warriors watching him mete out her punishment stood wide eyed. No female could withstand being chastised like Giselle did. How was he expected to deal with her behavior?

Kagan snarled and grabbed Giselle around her waist hauling her back to his tent. He tossed Giselle down onto the blankets baring his teeth in anger and frustration. Giselle shivered as Kagan got an inch from her face.