#/he would like to leave many marks of his claim across her skin kthanksbai

[maimedmarshal]

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

Kotallo released a muted grunt as Aloy shoved him out of view against a wall in Memorial Grove. Hekarro had sent the pair on a reconnaissance mission to find out which of the three clans was responsible for the most recent violence that decimated an entire Utaru village. The leaders of each clan had all been summoned under the guise of distribution of supplies courtesy of Hekarro's champion. While the supplies were real, it was the clan leaders themselves who were under investigation. With Regalla's dwindling troops all but wiped out and Regalla herself killed in action at the Zenith Base, the Tenakth Chieftain was forced to look at those he trusted most.

Though he listened to the whispers on the other side of the wall just as Aloy did, Kotallo tipped his head down to observe her as she peeked around the corner. The flame of her hair was always muted in the low light of the Grove. Though he preferred seeing it where the sun could play such brilliant tricks with it, he realized he was just as satisfied with admiring her braids here.

Tilting his head, Kotallo found the curve of her ear and followed it down to the base of her neck. Her hair had fallen over her shoulder, exposing the tender flesh that met the curve of her jaw. He gritted his teeth against the ache to find out just what she tasted like right there. Now was hardly the time for his hungering, yet he found he had no strength to tear his gaze away.

She must have sensed his lingering gaze. In the low light, her green eyes matched the depths of the jungle outside the Grove's walls. As always, the Marshal was trapped there, searching for her soul laid bare with a tenderness he held for none other.

Aloy's brows drew down in a moment of confusion even as a hint of a smile played at her lips. Surely she knew how she could undo him with just her proximity. It was impossible for her not to know the effect she had on him.

Her hand tensed on his chest plate as those voices drew nearer, their discovery all but a guarantee. Undeterred, Kotallo wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her to him. He loved the breathless gasp she made when she found herself flush against him. Lowering his head, he gave in to his earlier urge to taste where her jaw met her neck. His tongue slid across her pulse and his own leaped to match hers.

"Brace yourself, Commander," he whispered at her throat.

Without waiting, Kotallo's hand dropped from her waist to her upper thigh and hiked her up until her face was flush with his own. He switched their positions until she was pinned against the wall instead and slanted his lips hungrily across her own.

"Can you not debase yourselves elsewhere?" Tekotteh asked with disgust as he rounded the corner and saw them wrapped around each other like randy recruits. If he felt any fear of what they may have overheard, the Sky Clan leader didn't show it as he stomped off with three of his men at his heels.

His lips still locked against Aloy's, Kotallo was hard-pressed to battle a smile. Any chance he had was stolen the moment Aloy laughed against his mouth. He breathed in the sound of it as if it could sustain him for life.

"Quick thinking, Marshal."

"I live to serve."