The Warrior's Pet(42)

"Can you believe the Daimio marked his pet?" She heard one warrior say as she passed.

"You really think he can mate with something so small?"

"She is nicely built."

"It doesn't matter it's just not done." The warrior shook his head.

Giselle tried to ignore the warriors, but she found herself increasingly angry as she walked towards the bonfire. Giselle didn't get why the warriors were being so hard on Kagan. It was one thing for them to treat her, an alien, the way they did. But she didn't appreciate the harsh judgmental glances they cast Kagan's way. He was a good leader and a decent guy that deserved their respect not derision. How dare they turn on Kagan for fucking a "pet" when half of them looked at her like they were debating the merits and the mechanics of shagging her themselves.

"Jealous bigoted bastards."

Giselle knew she was the cause of this and didn't like how it sat with her. Giselle scowled. She wanted Kagan to treat her as an equal and she loved their budding relationship, but look where it had gotten him with his people.

"Fine I can play this game."

There were some immutable forces in the universe. One; men were horny no matter the species, and two; their hormones could be used against them. She would show them just what kind of pet she was and just who owned her.

Giselle held her head up high as she approached the fire where the men were gathering for dinner. She saw Dagaa talking to some of the men and walked over to him.

"May I speak with you?" Giselle asked trying to look like a good little pet in front of the strange new warriors who eyed her.

Dagaa nodded and dismissed the men.

"Dagaa will the warriors be mourning the fallen this evening?" Giselle asked. She didn't want to dishonor the dead with what she had in mind.

"Yes and no. The mourning will be in three days. Tonight we will celebrate the victory and the fact their sacrifice wasn't in vain."

Good.

"I would like to do something for Kagan to honor his victory, but I need you to make sure Sabin goes to bed after dinner."

Dagaa rose one brow questioningly at her but nodded. The male had obviously learned something about how her mind worked in the last few days.

"Thank you. Do you think you could introduce me like you did the other night?"

"Are you going to demonstrate more of your Judo?" Dagaa smiled.

"No but is music a possibility?" Giselle asked hopefully.

"Yes" He said with growing suspicion. "I'm not going to regret this am I?"

"Look at that." Giselle didn't reply, instead she pointed out one of the warriors casting a less than kind glance at Kagan. "I won't have that shit."

"Kagan is my oldest friend and I agree. I can demand the warriors show him the respect he is due but I can't change their mind where you are concerned." Dagaa cast the disrespectful warrior a sideways glance.

"Leave that up to me." Giselle gave Dagaa a feigned demure smile.

Dagaa shook his head.



Kagan quo Rordan

Kagan sat with Giselle tucked at his side cutting off morsels of food and handing them to her. The warriors watched their every interaction waiting for something else they could condemn.

Giselle smiled up at him and nodded in thanks as she took another bite. She didn't seem bothered by the dozens of assessing eyes.

Giselle though currently subdued as she ate was never going to be the pet his people expected. She couldn't even be compared to Cadis women. Giselle wasn't delicate unless you considered her size. She'd taken and even enjoyed his attempts to rebuke her, reveling in the rough handling a male usually held back with females. Giselle was brave instead of meek, standing up for herself in a sea of foreigners, then risking her life to save one of them. She was far from subservient or docile. Yet she'd washed his scrapes with the same tender care she showed Sabin. Giselle soothed his regret and forgave him for mistreating her when others would have feared him. Not only that but she showed him she forgave him in a way that only she could, by getting on her knees and blessing him with a pleasure Kagan had never known was possible. Giselle was intelligent and expressed a wisdom that few people possessed. Kagan had never met someone like her in all his years.

Although Kagan had at first insisted that Giselle understand her place in Cadi society, he no longer thought that way. Something more valuable than precious metal or jewels would be lost if Giselle was forced into the role everyone thought she belonged.

Perhaps he'd blindly marked his mate, but Kagan found he couldn't bring himself to regret it. There were some forces that were out of his control, and the primal yet soul deep need for Giselle was one of them. His warriors had no idea what it was like to be wrapped up and taken in by such a colorful spirited female. Giselle was exciting, invigorating and a breath of fresh air. She overcame him like a building torrent. It was a shame that none of them could see it.