Losing His Control

YILEYNA “And then I cut off his tail, before slaying him on the spot!” “Bravo!”

That story was overly exaggerated… I resisted rolling my eyes as I drank my tankard of ale. Theon and I were at the Tavern and although I was enjoying listening to the stories, some were a little too overly colourful. We had faced a Kraken and Sirens, but it hadn’t been colourful, although it was an adventure.

“He’s lying right out of his ass.” Someone scoffed, making a rumble of laughter go through the room.

“What did you just say, you rotten piece of dog shit?” The werewolf who had been speaking growled.

“Alright boys, play nice or I’m kicking you all out.” The buxom, middle-aged owner of the tavern warned, pouring a few drinks. She was a pretty woman with brown curls and hazel eyes. Her top left her cleavage on show. Like the rest of the ladies serving here, her outfit was provocative, and the men didn’t hide their approval of seeing the women sashaying their hips around teasingly

“Why can’t they have any handsome, shirtless men serving?” I remarked without thinking, then sighed as another woman walked past.

Theon who was sitting opposite me, looked up at me, his face emotionless as ever. “You really do like perving at people, don’t you?” He asked me. “Don’t you?” I countered with a pout.

“Not really.” He remarked, his eyes flickering to my breasts.

I had my elbows on the table and I’m sure he was getting a pretty good view.

“Only at certain people, it seems.”

“Yeah, unlike you, who seems to obviously love staring at anything with a dick, I don’t feel the need to look at everyone with a pair of breasts.” He replied mockingly.

“I don’t look at everything with a dick…” I shuddered at the thought. “I only like to look at them if they are incredibly handsome, with the perfect body that was carved to precision, covered in ink that only makes them look like a sculpture of art… Oh and if they have the perfect jawline and eyes… Eyes that burn into my soul.”

that only he awakened, and none made me drown in emotions that were so intense I couldn’t think straight. He was the one that still called to me, but I couldn’t

were so different… would we ever be more? Could we ever be more? And I

ended

stool as she sang. She was beautiful, with ebony skin and dark, lush curls that fell to her shoulders. Her voice was stunning, but I couldn’t make out what species she was. Perhaps a hybrid of

the rowdy men became slightly silent as

breath, Treat me like your last

to be your addiction even if it kills

on me, but I didn’t look at him, knowing if I did, I would once again fall captive to those amber eyes of his. I ran my fingers through my hair, that he had made come undone

yet rugged man standing next

Theon replied coldly, not

my choice

it’s not like you two are together.” The man pushed, clearly not bothered with Theon’s hostility. Theon’s frown deepened, although we weren’t together, something about trying to make him jealous no longer appealed to me. “I already have a

but it was the way his gaze leered over me that

a lot more than just one

slamming him up against the wall. My heart thumped, not expecting that. The singer had stopped,

much for

Theon hissed, his grip tightening on

that. No decent woman comes into a place like this in the middle of the night if she’s a good one.” The man smirked,

Wrong answer, mister.

and you will answer to me.” Theon’s voice was dark and cold, the rage in it sending a chill down

“Theon, let’s leave.” I said, standing up and walking around the

37 LOSING HIS Control

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