Chapter 7: Services Not Needed

Rameric's POV:

I am not sure why she is bothering to try and pull away from me at this point as I have her held firm on my own shoulder and well within my grasp.  She is nothing but a weak and frail human for that fact, one who I view is incapable of doing much of anything all on her very own.  Does she not understand her strength is inferior to that of my own superior strength?  I could simply snap her arm like a small twig from a large branch and it would break and stay broken for months without prevention.  However, if my arm were to break in such a similar manner, it would reset itself and be completely healed within a matter of a few hours, at the very most that is.  For her, she would be injured and out of commission for many months when it would be less than a day for me.  

I carried her out of my chambers, walking in the direction of my bathing chambers.  I was going to ensure she had been bathed properly and got sufficiently clean, well, a whole lot cleaner than she smelled at this point.  I was a Lycan werewolf after all, I knew all about the smell of a wet dog that would be displeasing to the lot of many people.  Her scent was masked by the smell that, in a way, was very displeasing to my own nose.  I have smelled like a wet wolf before and that was not pleasant.  The sweat mixed with the blood of a gruesome battle and having to wear that for hours on end until one managed to bathe and get changed would work on anyone's nose.  In this case, I was going to ensure that she was properly tended to.  

Usually, I would have the menials bathe me.  However, no one else would be touching her.  I had a bath last night before I climbed into my padded slumber so I was good for now.  This time, I would take her and personally bathe her, as so that no one else would touch her.  I remember what happened when the Warrior warden touched her.  It was not so bad when the Warrior guards were taking her to the pen, that bothered me.  Rager did not like the sight of seeing her in harm's way.  He knew and understood the facts about the position and need for slaves.  Those who passed the test would be raised in rank to menial and help out in the lowest and basic tasks around the pack.  The fact that my intended mate came to me as a slave, I still was not sure what I was going to do with that.

When I reached the bathing chambers, the doors were opened up for me and I walked in.  There were four menials waiting inside for me, however, they were not exactly expecting to see me carrying someone on my shoulder.  I could not help the smirk that came over my face as to their shock and they immediately looked down to the floor and away from my powerful gaze.  If any of then crossed the line, they all knew the brutal punishment they would receive, so they dared not to cross me.  

"Your services will not be needed," I said in a tone that was emitting a low growl.  

I could tell that the low growl was possessive over the fact that I was carrying my mate on my shoulder.  I still had my hand firmly on her rump as my other arm was holding firmly, yet not tight enough to cause circulation issues in her limbs.  I turned to make sure they left and when the Warrior guard at the door looked at me, I made sure to tell them I was not to be disturbed for any reason.  They nodded in response and then closed the door behind them, leaving just the two of us in these bathing chambers.  I then turned back around, walked over to the large, round wooden basin, and stopped there with her still perched on my shoulder.  During this whole time, she was silent and watched everything that was happening around her.  

Did she not care as to what was about to happen?  Or did she settle into the fact that she was no match to my superior strength and there was no point in fighting against my own will?  Where was the fighting spirit I saw in her earlier before I brought her to the castle?  Well, she was still clothed, so we were soon to find out just how much fight she would have when she was no longer clothed.  I stood there at a short distance from the bathing basin and sighed.

With my free hand, I reached down making sure to grab a hold of the trim of the shawl that I was wearing around my waist.  I am not sure what she was looking at but she kept trying to push herself up and off my shoulder, which was not all that much use, as my other arm was enough to hold her legs in place without her moving much at all.  When I had the garment untied, I let it drop to the ground in a light plop on the floor.  It was at that moment that she stopped moving, no doubt in the direct view of my own rump, staring at her in all its glory.  

I could not help the look of satisfaction on my own face as I took a step forward and placed one leg up and over the edge of the bathing basin.  When I had my second leg in the water, it was at that moment she tried to struggle once more.  I relaxed my grip just enough that I could use my free hand and tear the base garment of her clothing off her, exposing her own rump which was not all that far from my face.  I could not help as the smirk on my face grew even more.  I let her fall down in front of me a bit, and as she did so, I made sure to grab the garment covering the top portion of her body at the same time she was falling closer to the water.  Soon she was free of the garment altogether, landing in the bathing basin with a large and glorious splash.  I tossed away the garment as she wiped her face in front of my glorious member.