tire of women who disobey.”
Both women’s palms slapped the dirt. Knowing their future bond mates were watching, they scurried to obey his every command. Ignorant of mating rituals with a Master, Tani had chosen Ziki because she was already bonded. She followed the female’s lead, rising on her knees at Johan’s feet and dropping her gaze to the ground.
Despite her injured pride, Asta was unable to rip her gaze off Johan’s massive chest. Firelight danced across his rippling muscles, making the birthmark appear even more like a phoenix with wings proudly spread.
Memories of her father’s lessons about Jihn, pronounced Heen and meaning phoenix within the Shire Clans, flooded her mind. Very few warriors bore true phoenix markings throughout time. It was no wonder that everyone treated Johan as if he were a God since he was the last warrior to bear the phantom’s mark.
Asta watched Ziki shake with suppressed desire while asking, “May I be graced by The Grand Master’s touch?”
Johan stopped between them, thrust his hand into Ziki’s hair, and pulled her face toward his lengthy member. With anger snapping in his eyes, he glanced back at Asta and said, “I forbid ye, Great Mistress of Mine , to shield your sight. Ye shall learn from the eagerness of these lowly ones.”
As Ziki’s cheek lovingly rested on his muscular thigh, Johan’s gaze returned to Tani’s bowed head, “I grace ye also, Tani. Now, look upon your Master’s face .”
Asta’s eyes widened. Tani whimpered at such a rare honor and raised her head. The worship in her gaze was not lost on Asta or Johan. With a single nod, he told Tani, “I can see that ye are smitten with Nikoli. He honored ye today with a worthy kill. Rest assured that your innocence will remain intact. Your obedience will place ye high in Clan Zajihn’s favor.”
Tani’s awed gaze remained on his face. He looked at Asta once again, “Perhaps an innocent one could teach a rebellious Grand Mistress a thing or two about disobedience and pleasing her Master.”
Asta had never seen him this passionate. Johan was normally a peacekeeper, wisely advising his clan on various matters instead of letting his emotions get the best of him. Gazing upon him now, she grew aroused in spite of her hurt pride. With hands still thrust into their hair, he turned them toward Asta, which perfectly aligned the females’ mouths for his pleasure.
Asta’s eyes darted down to find his splendid cock hard and ready. The women did not dare touch him before he commanded such. Asta’s tongue darted out on its own accord to wet her lips. In all the time she had been his bond mate, he had never offered himself to her in this fashion. The brew of a descending phoenix warrior was to be savored within the wound of a chosen Mistress.
Completely aware of this, Johan loudly growled, “Did I command ye to look upon my proud cock, Grand Mistress of mine ?”
Her title, normally spoken with a loving tone, mocked her now. She almost closed her eyes but, at the last minute, hid her pain and jerked her gaze back to his. His eyebrow arched over an intense expression she had never seen him wear. Feeling her own wetness trickle between her legs, Asta dragged in a lungful of air.
Johan held her gaze, challenging her to defy him again. He twisted his hand in Tani’s hair and growled, “Your mouth may grace my splendor now, Tani of Clan Zajihn. I command my Mistress to look upon me as I spill future leaders upon the tongue of a lesser one.”
Unable to resist even if the Gods had deemed it so, Asta’s gaze dropped as Tani opened her mouth. Johan thrust half of his cock inside and fisted his hand in Tani’s hair when she moaned. Against all efforts to subdue her rising emotions, Asta’s arousal leapt higher.
Johan’s muscles rippled in the firelight from the effort of holding Ziki back while Tani whimpered at his feet. He was well aware that