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.” 

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 go down that path. Not until I knew what I meant to him, and above

hands; we were so different… would we ever be

you ended it for a

playing instruments, and a woman sat on a stool as she sang. She was beautiful, with ebony skin and dark, lush curls that

than the previous ones. Even the rowdy men became slightly silent as they listened to the music, a few of them singing along or

Treat me like your last

be your addiction even

fall captive to those amber eyes of his. I ran my fingers through my hair, that he had made

rugged man standing next to Theon,

Theon replied coldly, not even sparing him a

choice to

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 drink, thank

was the way his gaze leered over

hold a lot more than just one drink in that

Theon grabbed his throat, slamming him up against the wall. My heart thumped, not expecting that. The singer had stopped, and silence filled the room as everyone stared

for passing through.

watch how you talk to her.” Theon hissed, his grip

like this in the middle of the night if she’s a good one.” The

Wrong answer, mister. 

with me, and even if she was alone, degrade her in any fucking way and you will answer to me.” Theon’s voice was dark and cold, the

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

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