Sought ♥ 2

Chapter Two1

Lanier took a knee and smirked slowly as Desmond and Shantin followed suit. Lisige, the leader of the Sanyur race, was pissed and it was evident by the rolling wave of energy that continued to flood past each man. 2

“Lanier?” Lisige’s voice was hard, directed. “Rise.” 3

Lanier stood but kept his eyes to the ground. Though he wondered with amusement what would happen if he were to look up, he figured his leader was angry enough as it was. No use in provoking. 4

“What do you say to me?” Lisige rose from his seat, resembling a throne, and walked slowly forward, menace lighting each step. “Speak!” 5

“Forgive us, our sire, your need got away,” Lanier made sure his voice was light and airy, wanting to somehow ease the anger flowing through his leader. “But…”6

“Shut up!” 7

“Yes, Director,” Lanier bowed, “I spoke out of turn; forgive me.” 8

“When I tell you three a want of mine,” Lisige dropped down to squat in front of Lanier who was still in bow, “Your job is to get it for me. And I want Satyr. I want him, Lanier; do you hear me?” 9

“Yes, Director,” Lanier spoke, looking at the grown. He felt light fingers float into his hair and instinctually leaned into them. He loved having Lisige’s fingers in his hair. And he also loved that Lisige was directing all the attention to him and not the other two Inflictors. It meant that he was something higher than they were. 10

“Look at me, Lanier,” Lisige requested reaching for his chin. Lanier looked up and was met with perfect blue eyes, under gorgeously arched brows. Lisige was truly a beautiful man, standing tall and sure, and Lanier lived for his affections. He enjoyed the fact that above the other two, Lisige enjoyed looking at his body and face the most. “I want him,” Lisige whispered, “So that we might share.” 11

“I will find him for you, Director. I promise you,” Lanier vowed, again lowering his head and smiling when the fingers went back into his hair. Lisige had always shown a lot of affection toward his hair, complimenting and stroking it. The fire-red strands were usually held back in a half-tail, short spikes getting pushed back while the rest flowed down Lanier’s shoulders. He wore beads in a few strands, knowing how Lisige enjoyed the look, and took pride in the way others envied him. 12

Especially the other two Inflictors. Shantin not so much as Desmond, but they were both jealous. Lisige had never invited either of them to spend the night with him, but with Lanier, it had been many times. 13

“Desmond, Shantin, you may go,” Lisige whispered as if he read Lanier’s thoughts, “Lanier will fill you in on what I wish to have done about Satyr.” 14

Both Inflictors stood and nodded, their eyes flat to hide their jealously. Especially Desmond, whose diamond eyes were trained on Lanier. Desmond always tried to look good for Lisige, fixing his black hair up in a similar manner to Lanier’s, but Lisige always chose Lanier. Only offering Desmond a palmed cheek or a quick kiss on the forehead. He was rewarded in his captures with slaves, as was Shantin and Lanier, but never awarded with having Lisige in bed. Slaves were a poor substitute to Lisige and it was well know through the Slave ranks that Desmond took out his frustrations on them in bed. He was known for his dominance and usually feared…revered. 15

Shantin was the opposite. His white hair was long like the others, but he usually wore it in braid and didn’t bother with flash or things like that. He wore comfortable clothes over his lithe body and made it known that he preferred to watch. In fact, Lanier often allowed him to watch as he took a slave, enjoying the eyes on him and enjoying the excitement he felt from the Sanyur. 16

“Go,” Lisige repeated, standing to his full-height and staring down at Lanier. 17

Lanier smirked again as he felt Desmond’s reluctance, but ignored him and focused on Lisige, who was looking at him with dark, sexy eyes. When the door shut, Lisige bent down and ran a ringed finger over Lanier’s chin. “Director? What did you wish of me?” 18

‘My, Lanier,” Lisige whispered, leaning in and rubbing his face across Lanier’s cheek, “So beautiful and calm. Shall we move to my room?” 19

“Yes. And, Director, I will find him for you,” Lanier vowed again, closing his eyes and breathing in the spicy scent of Lisige and the incense scattered throughout the main chamber. The lights were low; the walls were dark, and the flicker from all the candles and scents created nothing short of bliss, but what he wanted was the light coloring and husky scent of Lisige’s room. The dark flowery scent that he associated with the power that flowed from his leader, that was what he wanted. 20

“Yes,” Lisige slid his hand into the collar of Lanier’s loose white shirt, “You will. And you and I will enjoy ourselves won’t we?” 21

“If you allow, yes,” Lanier answered sitting back on his heels to give Lisige better access. 22

“First, however, I want to worship you, Lanier. My Lanier,” Lisige’s voice turned low and seducing, while pulling Lanier to his feet, “I want to taste you….23

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