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The Price of Gratitude	By : Mayamahal Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6057 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Maia knew that there was no way anyone but Arin could have volunteered the information about their relationship.

Gods burn your eyes to ash, she thought viciously, glaring at the poster still clutched in her hands. And bring you to a monster that uses the new holes in your head as a means of-

"Maia."

Her head snapped up.

Koda was furious, the red in his eyes consuming the normal, calm, soothing gray. His hands were clenched to fists and he was struggling to control his breathing. He felt hot, his skin prickled, and all he wanted was to hear her deny it, to tell him she belonged to no one.

To no one else but him.

"It's ..." she began, then closed her eyes, taking a long, deep breath. "It's complicated," she muttered.

She felt hands close around the collar of her dress, felt herself hauled upward to meet the Troll's eyes at close proximity. It wasn't a threat or a violent gesture; he was desperate to make her look at him, to see him and to tell him-

"What the hell is going on."

He was shaking; she could feel it, but she still couldn't make herself look into his eyes.

He'll see, she thought irrationally. He'll see it all and he won't understand...

"I need to leave," she whispered, prying at his fingers. "It isn't safe anymore, I should have left weeks ago-"

"LOOK AT ME."

She flinched, ceasing in her actions. Slowly, like pushing a boulder uphill, she fought to meet his angry gaze.

It was like crashing into a wall, the kiss he planted on her. Demanding, possessive, passionate, furious, this wasn't the soft, sensuous kissing she was used to. It was a mark of ownership, a right he hadn't exercised until now.

She struggled, aroused but startled, trying to pull away. This was a part of him she'd only glimpsed at the height of their love-making, when the feral bit of him would peek out as he let go and took his pleasure. The rest of the time, he was the relaxed, mellow man she'd come to care for.

She succeeded in breaking the kiss, long enough to gasp, "Kodakai-" before he all but snarled her into silence. Carrying her, he stalked toward the tent, hissing at her.

"All this time, you never said anything about belonging to another," he spat, digging a hand into her hair to wrench her head back, making her look at him while he spoke. "I have let you in to my life, my home, told you anything, everything about me, and I knew you held back something," his words struck at her like blows; she should have known better than to assume he hadn't noticed.

"I left you be, let you keep your bit of pride and secrets," he continued, dropping her inside, not carrying that she nearly fell over from the force of him. He paced before her, hackles raised, shoulder tight, hands still clenched. "I thought you'd let me in eventually," he hissed. "At least in other ways than between your legs-"

She dared to shove at his nearest shoulder at that, shouting herself hoarse in Common, reverting to her own language in her mortified anger.

"That is not fair, Koda! It's complicated, it's not like that at all-" she began.

The growl that tore from him resonated through her bones, and before she knew it she was pressed back against the thick tent post, staring up at eight feet of infuriated Troll, his hands gripping her upper arms so hard she knew she'd have bruises. She pushed against his torso, trying to ignore the fear that had flared up in the base of her brain. "You can't keep me locked up here, expect me to flinch and cower when you throw a tantrum and don't let me explain myself!" she shouted up at him. "You don't understand, I don't belong to Arin!" She was getting desperate, she needed him to listen. "It was a mistake, a joke of a ritual that happened when we were stupid and young and it meant nothing-"

"A marriage happens before a priest and a law-maker!" he shouted down at her. "Stop lying to me, Maia!"

"I'm not!" she screamed at him. "I had no choice but to take his name! He owns nothing about me, he's doing this to find me!" She threw the poster at his feet, shaking in rage. "But at least he isn't ashamed to claim it! He never hid our past or shoved me into the shadows when his family came around or his friends would come calling-"

Maia had a split second to see her words hit him, see the anger fade from his eyes like water draining from a bucket, before they were at each other again.

Strong hands hauled her up under her arms, bringing her within reach of his mouth. His kiss was fire, pure and uncontrollable, his tongue sweeping in to claim her own as his hands swept down to grip the curves of her ass. She didn't know when, but her arms had latched around his neck, her legs fighting to wind about his narrow waist as he sought to push the fabric of her skirt out of the way.

He was growling deep in his chest as he tore at her clothes, possessed her lips and suckled hungrily on her tongue. Maia couldn't stop moaning, helpless in the savage embrace of her powerful Troll, shaking with hunger, arousal, and terrifying need. The buttons of her dress were undone, he was tugging it open and leaning down to capture a portion of an exposed breast with his mouth. She arched in his arms as he suckled greedily, fingers drawing up the sides of her thighs, under her skirt, settling her legs around his waist. She heard him groan her name into her skin, felt his hand squeeze down between them.

One thick finger found her sex, and she whimpered as he drew it up the seam of her folds, wet and hot and shamelessly ready. Squirming, she dug a hand into his wild mane, coaxing him to lift his head so she could hide her embarressment in another passionate, desperate kiss.

I shouldn't want this! Not like this, not after... I can't...

Her thoughts ran around in circles as she struggled with herself, but promptly ceased to be as he sank a thick finger into her tight, clenching sex. Her vision swam, unfocused, and she heard him growl in pleasure at the evidence of her readiness. He withdrew his touch, only to press it in again, and again, and again, whispering encouragement as her hips lifted to meet his hand everytime. It was building, the feeling in her hips, low and deep and she knew she was going to break against him.

He grazed her bare shoulde with his teeth, bit her and growled a single word in Zandali: "Mine."

It was more than enough, and she went rigid, pumping her hips mindlessly into his palm as her climax robbed her of breath, sanity, and gave it all to him.

Then, of a sudden, he pulled back his hand and straightened, shifted, looking into her eyes as his hands caught under her knees, pressing her thighs back and wide-

-only to thrust into her, at once and to the hilt with a possessive, tender snarl.

Maia jerked and threw her head back with a cry that would shame anybody, indecent, high-pitched and utterly submissive. Throat exposed, she felt his mouth close over it as he began a deep, slow rhythm, thrusting into her over and over as she writhed against him, pinned between Troll and structure.

Her hands were clawing at his shoulders, her hips rolling into him to accept his push again and again, a babble of incoherent words and noises spilling from her lips as he proceeded to rut her brain from her skull. Her body was swimming with sensation, of the deep push and pull, the aching withdrawal, the satisfying plunge, the constant overwhelming intensity of him. He was staking his claim on her.

It was becoming too much; he'd lifted her knees and tilted her hips just so, and it was stimulating her in ways she didn't understand. With every thrust, the friction intensified, and worse, he was going faster, and faster...

"Koda, Koda, Koda, Koda-" she whimpered, brow furrowed, expression desperate with sensation, trying to warn him, her legs straining in his arms. "Please, Koda... please-" Please don't hold me done, please don't do this-

She had a moment's warning, his teeth brushing her neck where it met her shoulder, before he bit down sharply, breaking skin. A spasm ripped through her and she squealed, and then he started to truly pound into her, spreading her thighs wider and lifting her knees higher, bracing her against the support, holding her immobile as he plunged into her hard and fast.

Stars exploded behind her eyes as a cry, shrill and almost a yell, tore from her lips, her spine arching like a pulled bow, fingers clawing at her lover's arms as sje ca,e, nails biting into his shoulder as he roared his possession, his own feral release into her skin. Hot liquid seemed to sear her to the core, spilling deep in her hips as he rode her savagely in his own climax, fingers digging into her legs, soft curves jostling as he jerked and thrust fiercely into her.

Maia came back to the sound of their panting, to Koda lowering them to the ground, both of them trembling with the intensity of their coupling. Her legs finally settled around his waist, Koda brought shaking hands to her face, tilting her head up to gaze into her eyes.

Worry was etched into the lines of his brow, his lips brushing her cheek as one hand stole into her tangled hair. He kissed her face, again and again, murmuring, "Maia, Maia..."

With a soft whimper, she wound her arms around his neck and pressed her face into his throat, overwhelmed... and scared. She knew what he had just done, she had heard the conversation in their bodies, the language that had passed between them.

You are mine, his actions said. You are mine and mine alone.

Even as the bliss stole through her limbs, terror, small in its seed, had been planted somewhere in her soul. She did not want to be owned, to be possessed and beholden to anybody, not faction, war, people, or lover. She didn't know if she could.

She felt unseen bars squeeze close out of the corner of her eyes, a trap, silent and disguised.

And while her heart sang against the pounding of his own chest, her mind began to spiral, the same mantra flashing through her head.

I can't stay here, I can't stay here, I can't-

His mouth closed over her's again, his warm, calloused hands peeling clothes from her body. Trembling anew, moaning as his palms strayed down her back to grip her soft rear as he leaned her back against their bedding, her thoughts fled and she was left, for the moment, with nothing but aching sensation and frightening need.

And a tiny voice that told her, deep within, that she was a liar; this was exactly what she really wanted.
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