Shattered (Mists of the Fae Book 9)

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by Jaime Marks


  “You’re my brother, Mythos. I’m always here,” she offered with a sad smile. She just hoped this situation resolved sooner rather than later. She hated the fact that they were both suffering so badly.

  Chapter 20

  Wytheryn closed the book he’d been reading on the Lucerna Lines and studied her a moment. “What are you doing?” He asked, watching as she changed positions.

  “Tai Chi,” she replied holding her focus through the motion but continued to speak. “It helps me think.”

  He set the book aside and straightened his desk before sitting on the bed behind her. The tightly fit silver outfit she’d changed into clung to her body, accentuating her figure. He couldn’t help but remember what that beautiful body felt like against him.

  Wytheryn shook off his needs. He was usually better at controlling his urges, but generally if he was around other people Alayne was making use of his service in some manner. He wasn’t used to having so much free time around others and not being granted his release. Like everything else in his life now, it was an adjustment.

  “We haven’t really discussed what happened this morn. How are you handling it?” He prodded, knowing it was bothering her for some reason.

  She continued moving through the fluid motions of her exercise. “It’s…odd,” she replied, but didn’t elaborate. She was avoiding this.

  “Come here, Narysia,” he directed and waited, but she continued to move through her form.

  “In a minute,” she replied.

  “Narysia,” he warned.

  She didn’t reply, ignoring him as she continued her exercise. He stood and gripped her by her hair, pulling her against him. He did not hurt her, merely used enough force to still her and gain her attention. She gasped in shock, but didn’t fight him. Her body had tensed initially, but he did not miss the fact that she had quickly relaxed against him. He smiled knowing how much she trusted him, but she would need to learn he would not allow her to avoid such things or ignore his commands.

  “If I ask you to do something, you will do it. Do you understand?” He commanded.

  “Yes, Wytheryn,” she replied.

  Clearing the amusement from his expression he spun her to face him, considering her for a moment. He needed to punish her insolence, but he wasn’t sure she could handle most of what he could do to her and he had very little in the way of tools. Still, he could not allow her behavior to go unaddressed. Each new experience between them set examples and he was still training her. If she openly disobeyed him, she would disobey his Masters and they could both be punished. He didn’t think that Byryn and Kyle would be harsh, but there was no real way to tell and he would not risk it.

  He sat on the bed and she looked at him nervously, sensing his demeanor. “When you misbehave, it is my place to correct your behavior. I can’t allow you to disobey me, Narysia. Come, lie over my lap.”

  She swallowed hard, looking at him in confusion. “Wh-what are you going to do?”

  “Teach you a lesson, my pet,” he smirked.

  She approached too slowly and he took her by the wrist, yanking her forward as he carefully guided her where he needed her to be. “I…you’re scaring me, Wytheryn,” she admitted.

  “Good. I want you to be scared to disobey me. When you do I will make you uncomfortable. I will use pain to correct you, but know I will never truly hurt you, Narysia. I only mean to train you to behave as you must,” he offered as he began caressing the luscious globes of her ass.

  He had never done this before, only received such treatment, but it was definitely arousing. Wytheryn waited until he knew he had her off balance between her emotions and the sensation of his touch. He levelled a hard smack on one cheek and then on the other, causing her to yelp. He caressed them, soothing her slightly before raining four more alternating cracks.

  “When I ask something of you Narysia, what do I expect?”

  “O-obedience,” she sobbed. “I…I’m sorry Wytheryn.”

  “I know. Almost done my pet,” he promised as he spanked her, causing her to cry out.

  When he got to ten he stopped, letting her lay there to catch her breath as he caressed her ass, soothing, and in some cases heightening, her pain. She had taken her punishment well, never once trying to get away from him, holding still instinctually as he spanked her. In a respect he almost wondered if she had enjoyed it as much as he did. He couldn’t resist the temptation of knowing and watched her carefully as he let his hand slip lower. Caressing along her core he felt moisture through the material of her robes.

  He groaned, “You are wet, Narysia. Did you like being punished, pet?”

  She hid her face against the outside of his thigh and mumbled. “I…no…I…I don’t know,” she finally admitted on a whisper and he could sense her shame. If it was at her own disobedience, or needing to be punished, that was fine, but he wouldn’t allow her to be ashamed of enjoying what he did to her.

  He pulled the zipper on the back of her outfit down completely and her breath hitched. She moved to stand, but he rested a hand on her back. “Take your arms out of the jumper.” He commanded, waiting as she moved around awkwardly in his lap to comply.

  When she finished he lifted her slightly, pulling the jumper and her panties down to her ankles. He knew it would have been easier to have her stand, but he wanted her where she was and in the mindset that he held all control. He spread her legs wider and slowly slipped his fingers down her slit, spreading her juices over her.

  “I think you do know, Narysia. You’re so wet for me,” he murmured. “You enjoyed the sensations of your body, even if you fight it in your mind. It is not wrong to enjoy my touch or attention. Even when I punish you, it’s because I care for you.”

  “I, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “The issue has passed and we have dealt with it. You endured your punishment well and that pleases me. I’m not disappointed in you, my pet.”

  She moaned softly absorbing his touch. “Wytheryn please…”

  “Shhh, let me reward you for how well you took the punishment I gave you.”

  His fingers slid down to her clit, massaging her in small little circles as he tested what she liked. He enjoyed how easily she reacted to him and he was slowly learning how to wield her pleasure. Her moans increased and he could feel the heat of her body rise, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more of her than soft little touches. He needed a taste and she was his. He knew the rules, knew Byryn had asked him to wait to touch her again, but she was so close and such a temptation.

  He lay her on the bed, taking time to nip and suckle her nipples while he enjoyed how she arched and writhed calling his name. Kissing his way to her core he found her clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub as he held her firmly in place. His tongue explored her folds, tasting and teasing her before he dipped deeply into her core. Groaning at the flavor of her, he continued to work her into a frenzy until she crested over, spilling her delicious juices into his mouth as she arched, moaning loudly through her release.

  A mixture of satisfaction, need, and shame rolled through him. Pride at how he’d pleased his mate surged as he took in the look of bliss and joy on Narysia’s face, but it also drove his need to the point where he ached. His erection throbbed in his pants, but he didn’t dare take this any further. He had already willfully disobeyed his Master.

  It was something he’d never done and the shame of that was weighing him down. If Alayne had still owned him he would never have even considered it. Byryn deserved the same loyalty, if not more so, after all he’d done and given him. His behavior was shameful. Aside from that he wasn’t sure how much she could handle after her attack.

  He sighed and climbed up the bed, pulling her close. Kissing her softly he decided it wasn’t the act itself that upset him. He would not regret anything he ever did with her, nor diminish what had happened by allowing such thoughts. Instead he was disappointed in his lack of control and the betrayal of his Master. Once he saw to Narysia he’d
go see Byryn, admit to his discretion, and bear whatever penance he decreed. In the least he deserved his honesty.

  Byryn stood outside their chambers, trying to figure out how he was supposed to handle this. He could feel the mix of joy and pain that rolled through Wytheryn. He’d gotten here just in time to hear Narysia cry out and sensed them both to ensure they were fine. Instead of interrupting something so intimate he’d decided it was best to wait. The girl had been through so much. He didn’t want to ruin whatever she’d just experienced.

  The truth was, he didn’t really care that Wytheryn had disobeyed him. As long as he didn’t push her too far or break the traditions that he knew they’d be expected to follow, he didn’t have an issue with him taking pleasure in his mate. He just hadn’t had time to go over everything with him yet, and after discovering her lineage, he’d thought it best for Wytheryn to refrain from touching her until understood the limits of their relationship better.

  Cymeryn and Marcus could both be extremely overprotective. Having just found her after learning of how they lost Terynia, combined with the attack on her last night, and Wytheryn being her mate? He didn’t need any more unnecessary issues between them. Byryn had intended to discuss everything with him tonight, if time allowed, but apparently he needed to make this a priority.

  “You need to punish him, Byryn,” Kyle spoke quietly from beside him.

  He turned, looking at him as he considered his response, but ignored it a moment. “The girls?”

  “With Reyana and Uncle Mythos. Don’t avoid the topic,” he smirked.

  “I’m not, but they’re always my first priority, especially now.” He nodded to the door. “I’m not punishing him for cherishing his mate and seeking pleasure on his own.”

  “No, and you never should, but you need to punish him for his disobedience and make it clear that it’s the only reason you’re punishing him. You also need to explain why you asked something like that of him so he understands it’s not because you’re controlling his pleasure,” Kyle explained with a shrug. “If you don’t deal with this one of two things is gonna happen. Either he’ll rebel, which might not be a bad thing at first, but his rebellion will be directed at you because it’ll be a plea for your attention. It’ll damage the fragile relationship you’ve built with him. Or he’ll withdraw, because he’ll take it as a sign that what he does really doesn’t matter to you and he’ll interpret that as he doesn’t matter to you.”

  Byryn groaned knowing he was right. As much as he was having a hard time relating it to the situation, he understood the premise intimately. He’d experienced it with Trevyn himself. His punishments were the one way he showed he took an interest in you. If he didn’t care he pushed you off to the Elders or current commander of the Brood to manage. If he really took an interest he’d present you to Cymeryn as he stood by your side because he believed you could handle what would be levelled against you and make him proud. When Byryn was younger he’d rebelled several times just to get Trevyn’s attention, just to prove to himself that he was more to his Father than a lackey to do his bidding.

  Aside from that it was something Staryana needed and he took an immense amount of pleasure in. When she disobeyed him, or made a mistake, she needed to wipe the slate clean and know that she’d made it up to him, that he’d forgiven her. Otherwise she would wallow in her mistake for days and even begin to withdraw, becoming quiet and somewhat subservient because she was punishing herself.

  He’d learned quickly that she needed the punishment, even if it wasn’t something he’d really seen as an issue. Now if she disobeyed, he punished her. In fact, he still owed her one for this morning, two actually. One for blocking him and another for being so careless with her own health to do so.

  “Exactly,” Kyle replied obviously following his thoughts. “He needs this for both reasons. Wytheryn is still very new to your relationship. He needs to see a consistency in your interactions and know that you care enough to notice what he does wrong. He’s confused and doesn’t understand how this world works, or how his relationship with you, well us, works. If you let this slide, it’ll only hurt him and make things worse in the long run. He’s already struggling with the lack of a physical connection to you.”

  Byryn nodded trying to consider his options. “How do I do this without him expecting me to cross that line though?”

  Kyle shook his head with a smirk. “Do you read the materials you give me?”

  “Well, yeah, but…” He sighed with an embarrassed smile. “Alright no, I don’t. I figure if you read it I’ll have access to the knowledge without the hassle of reading it.”

  Kyle chuckled, “You’re ridiculous sometimes.” He pulled him close rubbing his back as he kissed his head. “It’s not like you haven’t punished your brothers before, Byryn. This doesn’t have to be sexual. You don’t even need to have him fully disrobe. You just need to be clear and firm. I’ll take Narysia down to the others and come back so I’m here with you.”

  “Thanks.” Byryn nodded. “I need that. I don’t want to take anything out on him and I don’t know if I can make myself do this alone right now.”

  He walked over and knocked on the door, waiting to see how Wytheryn reacted. His brother stood before them in an instant. He went to kneel but Byryn caught his arm preventing it. His head hung low. “Sir, I… disobeyed you,” he all but whispered. “You told me not to touch, Narysia. I knew you didn’t want me to, but I tasted her, touched her.”

  He held him with a disapproving gaze. “Did you disobey me in any other way? Did you have sex with her?”

  “No sir,” he shook his head rapidly. “I wouldn’t push her like that and I know you said it is against tradition here. I wouldn’t want my actions to reflect poorly on her. I know I have disappointed you and I have no excuse for my disobedience. I’ll submit to whatever punishment you decide.”

  “You’re right, you will, but first, is Narysia ready for the meeting?”

  “She’s in the shower, sir,” he replied without hesitation.

  Byryn nodded as he measured him. “Go see that she’s ready. Do not to tell her you disobeyed me or worry her with the consequences of your actions. I won’t diminish this for her.”

  “Thank you, sir,” he answered, seemingly relieved.

  “Don’t thank me yet. Kyle will escort her to the meeting and she will sit with her brothers while we deal with your disobedience,” he retorted. “I don’t have an issue with the pleasure you gave her or took for yourself, but I won’t have you defying me and there was a purpose to my order. Apparently I need to ensure you understand the dynamics of our relationship. Go do as I ask.”

  Wytheryn looked to the ground in shame. “Yes sir.” He drew a breath and seemed to steady himself before he re-entered the room closing the door behind him.

  Kyle clasped his shoulder. “You handled that well.”

  “It sucked,” he sighed. “I hate doing this to him.”

  “He needs it,” Kyle reminded, him lightly massaging his back while they waited. “I’ll get your bag on my way back.”

  Byryn groaned. “Have I ever told you your hands are magic?”

  He chuckled, “Do what needs to be done and I’ll make sure you get to enjoy them fully later.” He kissed the back of his neck. “I think the four of us need to celebrate and enjoy one another. My soryia’s feeling a bit vulnerable and we still haven’t addressed her behavior.”

  “I know.” He smiled wickedly thinking of what he planned. “I have something I’ve been saving for the right offense. I think ignoring her health knowing the potential risks combined with blocking us will warrant it.”

  Kyle rested his chin on his shoulder kissing his neck. “How’s it feel? Knowing you’re gonna be a Father? I mean, I know you have Kylion and Bryce, but…this is the first time you’ve really experienced this.”

  He turned into his hold and kissed him. “Amazing, but if I didn’t have you and Astryn to help look after her I think I’d got out of my mind.”


  “I’ve always got you both, gemyn. We’ll do this together, like we do everything now.”

  “Don’t be surprised if Astryn’s pregnant as well. Everything we do appears to be linked, not to mention eria seems to be blocking me.”

  “I know. She’s blocking me, too. I’m kind of hoping she is. Seeing you with Kyl, spending time with the kid. I want that. I’ve been thinking of Claiming Cal, actually. He’s always been more like a son to me and I want that with him. Really I try to give it to him anyway and I always will, but…I want to make it official, ya know? Make sure he knows he’s wanted…but I still want young of my own. I could’ve waited a while, but with you and Star having a baby…” He shook his head. “I’ll always be there for the two of you and your kids but I want to be right there with you, gemyn.”

  It didn’t really surprise him. Kyle had always wanted a family like his Mother tried to give him. He wanted brothers and sisters, kids of his own, and a safe place to raise them. It was something Byryn would gladly give him and protect for him. Really it was something he wanted himself.

  He’d grown up surrounded by his brothers, and while it definitely wasn’t all roses, it wasn’t all a nightmare either. It still wasn’t something he thought he’d ever want after how he grew up. Really it wasn’t until he’d come here and become part of the Lucerna Lines that he’d realized how much he wanted young of his own.

  He sighed thinking about the growing issues between them and the twins. He had no idea what he was supposed to do about it. They were family. They were supposed to be able to rely on each other. The fact that they’d been on his ass since he got back from the Dark Domain not only aggravated him, it hurt.

  They pulled apart when the door began to open and he measured the sweet shyness that embodied Narysia. She looked far more like herself than she had all day, but it was obvious she still carried the weight of everything with her. It was a lot for anyone, but she’d been severely traumatized the night before and now she’d found out she was all but royalty.

 

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