Your Blood and Bones are Mine to Hold

The fear on her delicate features was just delicious as it had been the first time. The power that Chimera felt over this woman was intoxicating and he loved every minute of it. Being able to elicit this feeling within him... it made Aliana valuable. No woman had ever made him feel this way. In Chimera's mind, the slave woman was perfect. She was everything that he wanted in a woman. Obedient. Subservient. Anticipatory. Clever. Resourceful. Industrious. Devoted. Beautiful.

Seeing how she struggled against the hold that he had on her collar, Chimera held her tightly for a moment more before releasing his grip. She belonged to him and had admitted as much. He could see in her aqua colored eyes that she spoke nothing but the truth. Aliana was completely devoted to him, no matter what he did to her. That was what he wanted. What he needed.

Though he had released her collar, Chimera's black toed paw didn't stray far. The mottled pink pads slid gently across one silver and grey cheek almost lovingly. The man's pale pink eye searched her face as though he was trying to find something hidden. He respected her, he realized. It was an odd feeling. There was something about this woman that reminded him of Siren. Something that made him want to keep her safe and all to himself. That was why he had gotten so enraged when the jaguar had attacked her. Aliana was his. She belonged to him and no other. If another wolf, man or woman, ever touched her... he would kill them both.

"Then you are free," he informed her, his face still close to hers. Close enough that he could feel her anxious breaths upon his sensitive muzzle. He gave her freedom as a reward for her service. As a reward for her continued service. She was a good girl, just like he'd told her to be. "You will start sleeping beside me in my bed chamber," he ordered. "Equal standing with the rest." Aside from Siren. She would always stand higher in Chimera's eyes. "Well, Aliana," he purred out her name, his tongue protruding to drag over her chin and bottom lip. "Your first words as a free woman?" Would the lack of slave title change her or would she continue to be just as devoted as she always had been? The funny thing about titles was that they could be changed. If she let the words to go her head, she could easily be enslaved once more.

"Speech"