by Jules River
She went back to working on her computer, and Cenric sat thinking about what Lyra told him for a few minutes before he got up and walked off, smiling.
***
Late the next afternoon, Faye said to the brothers out of the blue, “You guys are looking tense, and I think you all are losing some of your muscle definition. When was the last time you swung a weapon, or had a rousing fist fight, cut some wood, you know, used those manly muscles? We definitely don’t want any of you losing any muscle mass.”
They all mumbled at the same time, shaking their heads: “I don’t know.” “It’s been a while.” “Too long.”
“That’s what I thought. You men need to go to the gym, or go to the ballroom and sword fight. Spend a few hours, work up a sweat, feel the burn,” Faye encouraged them.
Warin questioned, “Don’t we need to stay and help you?” Lyra caught on that Faye was up to something, and was not about to be left out, “Nah, go on, everyone needs to burn off some steam sometime. You go crazy otherwise.” Mira smiled and nodded her agreement.
Warin looked to Mira skeptically, “Are you sure?” Mira was not certain she should encourage her sisters, but hey, they had always stuck together no matter how immature they acted sometimes, “Absolutely. It would do you all some good,” she stated with sincerity.
The brothers looked at each other, shrugged, and reluctantly agreed, “Sure.” “Yeah.” “All right.”
The sisters each gave their guy a quick kiss, and Faye encouraged them to leave. “Go on, we can handle it for a few hours.”
As soon as the men walked out the door, Faye was texting for the limo and three of their security guys to be ready to go in five minutes or less. “OK, now that they are busy for a while, I have made us appointments at the spa. I don’t know about you two, but I need the works! My legs feel like cactus, they are so stubbly; I need a full body wax. I have the beginnings of a unibrow, and I think I’m getting a mustache, for crying out loud! And don’t get me started on my bikini area. My hair needs a trim something awful, and my hands and feet need some serious attention; they are as rough as sandpaper and I have a chipped nail! It takes work to be a woman!” Faye was truly exasperated.
“Oh, I need a facial something fierce! As well as everything else you mentioned,” Mira declared.
“Faye, there are days I think you just might border on a genius level. I’m getting a hot-oil treatment, too,” Lyra proclaimed in her bored tone.
Before the men had time to change into workout clothes for their session in the gym, the women were already on their way to an upscale, full-service salon in Hamburg for some much-needed maintenance. At the salon, the sisters settled their security men in the waiting room on comfy couches. Mira could not help but laugh at Jake. Her security guard, well, all three of them, actually, were so big and tough, and they looked awkward as hell in the fussy waiting room as they stared at the sparkling cucumber water in their hands. Seeing them settled, the girls decided to get the painful stuff over with first.
They were in adjoining cubicles with curtained doorways, facing the dreaded bikini wax. Mira started yelling and cursing, as the hair was ripped away. “This hurts like a son of ahhhhh!” Faye and Lyra rolled with laughter to hear the most proper of them all lose her dignity.
After they suffered through all of the waxing, they moved onto hot-oil treatments, facials and mani/pedi’s. They started out with drinking cucumber water, too, but soon graduated to a nice glass of wine, or two, maybe even three.
Shortly before the sisters were finished, Jake received a phone call from a very pissed-off Warin…again. The brothers were on their way. They had been looking for Mira, Faye and Lyra at the castle for some time, and had plenty of time to get themselves really worked up about the women leaving without them at such a dangerous time.
When the sisters finally stumbled out to the waiting area, giggling and joking, looking all smooth and perfectly manicured, dressed in little sexy dresses and looking like they were ready for a night on the town, the security guys realized the sisters were tipsy.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” Jake interrupted a burst of laughter from the women.
Smiling, Mira said, “Yes, Jake? I hope you were not bored for too long while we were gone.”
“No, ma’am, but Mr. Faust called and he and his brothers should be here shortly. If you’ll excuse me saying so, he sounded pretty pissed,” Jake hesitantly informed her.
It was quiet for a moment, until the sisters burst out laughing again. Mira was barely able to get the words out between the laughter, “Can you imagine how mad they are going to be?! Jake, we had better hurry to the Salsa club before they take us home. We don’t want to miss happy hour!”
Jake hid a grimace and groan, but escorted the ladies out to the limo.
“It’s not like we just went through all of that for ourselves. They should be happy we went to the trouble for them,” Faye rationalized, trying to sound serious.
“We did?” Lyra asked, looking confused.
“Of course we did! Keep up, Lyra,” Faye admonished her twin, before breaking out in giggles again.
“Right. We did it for them, and they should be happy. After all, it was so bad it made Mira swear,” Lyra said seriously as she tried to keep a straight face. All three of them cracked up, laughing, remembering Mira yelling and making up a few new curse words as she was waxed.
As soon as they walked into the club, they were met with the wonderfully loud rhythms of passionate salsa music, exotic dancing, and the exuberant energy that ran throughout the club. They had been here three nights in a row a year earlier after a boring museum conference. This place had made up for the tedious conference they had attended. It looked to be as lively now as it was then.
First thing the sisters did was head to the bar for another glass of wine. Before they could even enjoy their first sip some of the regulars they had danced with the last time they had been to the club approached them. Jake and the other security began blocking them, until Faye squealed, “Johan, Dimitri, Ulrik! How wonderful to see you again.” Mira and Lyra both exchanged friendly greetings with the three men they had danced so much with previously. Johan gave each of them a hug. “Finally, talented ladies worth dancing with have returned,” he complimented. The men seemed very happy to see them, and soon led them to the dance floor.
Mira, Faye, and Lyra excelled at almost every kind of dancing; they truly enjoyed themselves when they danced, and when they had skilled partners it was even better. Each of them quickly became accustomed to her partner, dancing like they had been practicing together for years, doing some of the more complicated moves with ease.
Jake saw the brothers walk in the club along with everyone else who was not on the dance floor. Their presence almost stopped the music. The warriors made quite an impression, especially with the thunderous looks on their faces. He and his men were ready for an altercation, expecting one when the brothers saw how passionately the women were dancing with other men. Jake had to admit the sisters were incredible to watch, each with a unique style, so sensual and skilled, but he was sure their dancing would only enrage the brothers all the more.
Dragging his gaze away from the women, he watched the warriors, and could tell the exact second each saw his woman. The instant look of lust that just as quickly turned to killing rage, had Jake and his team moving toward the women. Jake was relatively certain the killing rage was aimed toward the men and not the women themselves, but regardless, they hoped to stop any bloodshed.
Jake and his two men each grabbed a sister, then shoved Johan, Dimitri, and Ulrik toward the back door, yelling at them to get lost if they wanted to live, then they stood protectively in front of Mira, Faye, and Lyra, until they were sure the warriors had their jealousy under control. As soon as Warin, Dunstin, and Cenric were within hearing, Jake started talking to them, “Now calm down, there was nothing going on here, just some innocent dancing. Calm dow-.” That was as far as he got before Warin had had him by the th
roat as he reached around to collect Mira. Warin shoved Jake away and started after Dimitri while he half-carried, half-dragged Mira with him.
Mira, Faye, and Lyra were stunned to have been ripped from their dance partners, even more so once they saw why Jake and his men had done so. But before they could react Warin was there, pulling Mira into his rigid body, and dragging her off in the direction their dance partners had fled.
Dunstin swiped his beefy arm at the guard in front of Lyra, knocking him to the ground; he threw Lyra over his shoulder, and went in the same direction as his brother, looking for a fight.
Cenric showed a bit more civility by walking up to the guard, talking before using force. “Move,” he ordered. Faye quickly stepped around her guard to Cenric, to put her arms around his neck, and gave him a scorching kiss; he immediately responded, then took her hands from around his neck and pulled her after him toward the front exit. He hailed a cab, ungraciously tossed Faye in the back seat and followed her in. The guard jumped in the front seat, earning a glare from Cenric before he snapped, “Home.” He never once looked at Faye. The guard gave the cabbie the address, and they took off.
Faye sat quietly for several moments, but couldn’t take the tension-filled silence for long. “Cenric, I don’t know why you are so angry. We went for some maintenance and girl time at the spa, and were just blowing off some steam after all the excitement of the past few weeks. We even took guards for protection.”
Nothing. Not a word or a look in her direction from Cenric, who continued to look straight ahead. After a few moments of the same, “Really, Cenric, that’s how you’re going to act?” Faye looked out the window in exasperation, and she got mad herself. After a few more minutes of stifled silence, she said in a pissy tone, “I was having a good time. I don’t know why you had to show up and ruin it.” She watched him closely, waiting for a response, but the only change she noticed was the nerve in his jaw ticking rapidly. Faye knew he was furious and wanted a fight, and she could not figure out why he had decided to give her the silent treatment instead. His silence aggravated her and she was sure it left both of them unsatisfied.
Once they were at the castle, they went upstairs. Faye changed into her sexiest pair of low-rise sweat pants and a minuscule tank without a bra, trying to get to Cenric. When he continued to ignore her, just resting on the bed and staring at the ceiling, she stomped from the room, heading to the kitchen and the comforts of ice cream.
***
Myra grabbed Warin by his face with both of her hands, she turned him to look at her, she said softly yet firmly, “Warin, stop.” He paused for a moment when his eyes met hers. “You are not going to hurt them, they are old friends that we dance with, that’s all. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. Now take me home.” He continued to stare at her for a moment longer. His nostrils flared, and he released a heavy breath before jerking his face out of her hands.
***
Lyra pounded on Dunstin’s back to emphasize her words, trying to not draw more attention to them, and quietly threatened, “You had better put me down, right now. I have never been more serious in my life. If you lay one hand on my friend, we are through.” That got his attention, and the fact that Warin had stopped pursuing the guys as well. Dunstin stopped, swatted her ass, and changed direction back toward the front exit. She sank her teeth into his back for swatting her butt; in retaliation, Dunstin’s hand started moving up closer to the junction between her thighs, until she released his flesh from between her teeth.
When they were outside, he saw one of their limos across the street and headed for it. He put her in the limo, got in behind her, as the guard got in the front seat. Before Dunstin raised the privacy glass he told the driver to take them home. Lyra had scrambled to the far corner of the car. Dunstin was quiet, his actions decisive, and she could tell he was livid.
Dunstin made her nervous, so when he came for her, she kicked her long leg with her wicked stiletto-covered heel at him. He caught her ankle, he slid her over to him, flipped her onto his lap face down, so fast she was slightly dizzy. “Dunstin! What are you doing? Let me go!” she said as she began to panic.
He then proceeded to draw the hem of her dress up over her ass to the small of her back with one hand, holding her in place in the other, inciting her to struggle even more as he held her down.
Dunstin stared at the beautiful sight before him. Lyra’s tight, dainty jiggling ass, was barely covered by lacy, boy-cut panties that sat just above the crease of her smooth cheeks, with a defined line that went up the center. He could not help but smooth his rough hand over her delectable bottom, which caused her to stop struggling abruptly. “Dunstin?” she questioned shakily, before he gave her a sound swat, then rubbed the slight sting away. Lyra screeched, “Dunstin, stop!” He repeated his actions several more times; with every swat and caress Lyra fought him less, and when she called his name, it was more breathless each time. Dunstin finally spoke to her while he caressed further, stroking between her cheeks, “You will not let another man touch you again, Lyra.” Another smack, another deep caress. “You will not leave without me again.” Harder, longer. “You want me to take care of this ache you have here, Lyra,” he stated, not asked, showing her exactly where. She moaned, and that and her bright pink ass was all he needed. He sat her up so she straddled him, then proceeded to kiss her senseless while he ground her against his throbbing hard length.
As soon as the limo stopped at the castle, Dunstin slid out, carrying Lyra with her legs wrapped around his waist, straight to their bedroom. He then all but made her beg him to ease the ache he had created within her, building tension and satisfying it over and over without the benefit of full intercourse. She responded in kind, pleasuring him with her hands and mouth, time after time throughout the night. Which left Lyra to wonder if pissing Dunstin off was actually a bad thing; at this rate, she would never need to lose her virginity, yet would reap all the benefits.
***
Mira could feel the anger pouring off of Warin as he guided her through the parting crowd. He pulled her along with his arm tightly around her waist, to the remaining limo outside. Warin held the door open for Mira as he nearly shoved her inside. Jake got in the front passenger seat as Warin shut the door after himself. Warin looked at Mira, tossed his head indicating for her to tell the driver to take them home. Mira spoke to the driver, “Please take us home.” Then she looked toward Jake, “Are you all right?” As soon as she looked in Jake’s direction, Warin started rolling up the partition. Jake had just enough time to give her a sympathetic smile and a, “Yes, ma’am,” before the partition was up all the way. She was pissed Warin could have hurt her favorite Texas security guard. Mira looked at Warin and made sure he knew how crappy she thought that was with her expression.
That was when Warin snapped. With lightning speed he had his fist in her hair at the back of her head, bringing her up hard against his solid chest. He ravished her mouth with a punishing kiss. Mira let him do what he would at the moment; she did not respond, but lay passively in his crushing embrace. He pulled his mouth away, and rasped harshly, “You know what I want, yield to me.” He emphasized his point with a tug on her hair. Mira got mad herself and stormed, “Why should I?! You have completely pulled away from me emotionally. All I am to you is a fu-” He cut her off with another hard kiss, wanting to avoid that talk with her. When she still did not respond, Warin gentled the kiss, trying to woo Mira into responding to him. She was desperately tempted, but she was too angry to give in to him.
He left her lips, trailed kisses down her neck, and let go of her hair. He pulled down the strap on her dress, kissed the skin he had exposed down to the top of her breast. There he sucked hard until he was sure to have left a mark on her. He was more aggressive with her than he had ever been before. If she had not been so angry with him, his rougher treatment might have turned her on.
Finally, he arrogantly decreed, “From now on, you will go nowhere without me.” She laughed a mirthles
s laugh, then said seriously, “Oh, really. Let me tell you something, Mister Faust. I will go anywhere I want, whenever I want. I will do whatever I want, and with whomever I want to do it with. You have no say whatsoever.” As she finished speaking, the limo pulled to a stop at the castle, and she jerked out of his grasp and threw open the door, exiting the limo in one swift movement. Without looking back, Mira tugged her dress strap up, raised her chin and hastily walked inside to her bedroom, intent on leaving him behind.
She flung the door closed behind her with the intent of a satisfying slam. But Warin had been close enough behind her to catch the door before she could shut it and attempt to lock him out. That was not an option, nor was letting her continue to believe as she did.
Warin was a warrior, a leader of armies, provider for his people. He was used to everyone following his commands, without question. When Mira had given herself to him, she had become his woman. His woman would obey him; he would see to that. Warin needed her now. Seeing her entwined with another man on the dance floor, and her lack of response to him in the limo, had not only angered him, it had done something completely foreign to him, causing his chest to constrict painfully. He would never admit it, but it scared the hell out of him. Fear was foreign to him as well, and he conceded to himself that he might not have handled the situation with Mira as well as he should have.
Mira swung around when she heard the lock click instead of the slamming door. Warin stood, shedding his shirt. Mira was livid. He had another think coming if he thought she would sleep with him. She obviously had let him get away with too much for him to think he could allow or disallow her to do anything. She was her own woman. No one owned her.