A/N : To be able to completely understand the exchange between Yoongi and Anya, the incident takes place in chapter 6 as well as chapter 12.

NAMJOON :

Joon was completely quiet as he followed Jimin, Hoseok and his Master along with the rest of the others out of the ceremonial room, in a complete daze. Honestly he was still trying to wrap his head around what had taken place inside the room. That did not just include understanding the extent of power his Master wielded so casually and always had, it also included what she had allowed Jimin to do, so easily, without a bit of hesitation or fear.

They had left the hall before the whole ceremony participation was done.

They had left before others.

They..... had left.

That had never happened before.

But he needed to quickly come to terms with the fact that when it came to his Master, anything she wanted was the only thing that happened.

And now it seems, it also included their will. It seemed, what they wanted would also happen. As long as his Master did not protest.

And he did not think his Master would ever protest against anything they wanted.

This realization was extremely dangerous, it was heady. He just hoped, it was the true endgoal for his Master, as he thought it to be.

He saw her talk to Jimin and Hoseok, laughing a bit to what they said. By his side, Jungkook and Taehyung walked steadily, but lifted their heads at the sound of her laughter. They kept looking at her back, eyes wistful.

Seemed to Joon both of them had developed a sort of attachment to her but both of them were equally scared of her. They wanted to talk to her, interact with her as freely as the rest of them, but they were also way too intimidated by her.

He slung his arms around the both of them, startling them a bit, but they quickly pressed themselves closer to him and lowered their heads right away.

Knowing about their longing, inversely made Joon feel a little better. The kits did not understand, but the level of interaction presently with their Master was not uniform. Jimin and Jin were perhaps the most close to her. They were too close. They were free with her.

Then Hobi and maybe Yoongi.

Currently Joon Taehyung and Jungkook were at the level they had been when she had bought them.

But. After what happened tonight, Joon did not know how to decrease the distance between them, he did not know how to reach her the way his friends had.

The image of her smiling and gently caressing Jungkook's hair, reassuring and calming him while she made another human break his own hand violently, without any shred of mercy, was an image that would be burned in his memories till the time he drew his last breath.

All the gossip, rumors of her reputation were truer than they could ever imagine it to be. As such, Joon could not see how to be that familiar with her.

He at least knew, that she would not want them to do what was being done to others, but it was little hard to comprehend that she, someone who did not need anyone to be conditioned or collared, for them to obey her with just a few words, would not be interested in what they had to offer.

Joon stopped a bit and allowed others to precede him at that thought.

His blood running a little cold, he thought on it a bit more.

His Master looked delicate and was beyond what the word beautiful could describe. She carried with her the confidence and pride which came from her status, her own will that had gotten her to the top of this social food chain in terms of every desirable trait : power, wealth, social standing, beauty, status and now hybrids.

A woman, so entrenched with success in all aspects of life, a woman, who was so good at understanding others and their greed, that she could make them fall down as a result of their own actions, a woman, who seemed to delight in the misery of others below her, if crossed by them, was also a woman who would not do anything to them?

Such a woman, who bought hybrids after such a long duration in her life, did not want to use them?

A woman, who enjoyed the power she had, would not take advantage of 7 highly trained hybrids in demand for their sexual servitude? Would not like to be pampered by them?

Would not want them as slaves?

The more he thought about it, the more it did not make any sense to him. It was simply impossible.

She was possessive. Maybe she wanted to be the only one using them? Or maybe she wanted to be the one to choose who would be using them in front of her to provide her with the maximum entertainment that she wanted?

Were they actually in bigger danger than the regular life they were stuck in?

He did not want to think in this direction, but something in him was. . . . Bitter and angry at her. At their Master. It was this part of him that constantly made him put up a guard against her.

But why would he, a hybrid, have preformed deep emotion, a misplaced sense of mistrust on a woman he had not met before? A Master who was nothing but kind to them?

Not undertsanding it, he continued thinking about his guessed.

"You are thinking too hard Joon." A friendly voice reached out to him.

Lost in his thoughts, he did not see Seokjin walking with him.

"Hyung, what if we are in a bigger mess than what our life used to be?" Namjoon did not waste time to tell his Hyung everything he was concerned about.

He knew Jin was close to their Master, but above that he was their Hyung. The person they all depended on for more than 17 years of their life. For the kits, it would be more than 20 years. He knew he could completely trust him.

The smile vanished from Jin's face as he looked at Joon "Tell me what you are visualizing."

Joon looked up to his Hyung, but then the both of them realized that they had reached somewhere because Master was stopping.

Looking around, he was dumbstruck. The place was within the Mansion but he had never even heard of it.

Crystal trees were decorated around a small water pool while a single bar was placed to the very end of the room with stylish couches inviting people to spend time in the area.

All of them reached the couches and sat down. All except him, Jin and Yoongi who was walking in front of them.

Master sat down and then started talking to Peter while Jimin went off to explore the crystals, Hobi sat the Kits down and started talking to them.

"Talk Joon. Master will not mind, it wont ever reach her ears."

"Are you sure she wont mind us talking alone? No owner likes that. While I know our Master is tolerable to a lot of things, I think she would not mind as long as she knew what was the topic we were discussing." Looking at her then back at Jin he continued, "honestly I don't want her to get angry and punish me. Her punishments would be worse, if today was anything to go by."

As soon as Joon said the threat, Hobi hissed in anger from where he was sitting, and started to talk with the kits even louder.

He had heard what Joon said.

He also did not want the kits to hear.

Joon looked at Jin, to see the Eagle looking back at him, his gaze calm, contemplative and patient. He took Joon by his arm and moved them both to a distance, still within sight and then said "Share your concerns Joonie, you are being afraid for no reason I think. I may be able to help you."

Yoongi had moved a bit to their right, near the water and sat down, closing his eyes.

Namjoon took a deep breath and then unloaded all he had thought about to Seokjin, "She is someone who is feared by all Hyung, her status and power is beyond what all our past owners ever had. Did you really think that she would not want to use us as slaves? Us, who are the most trained, the most sought after? We match her status in terms of demand. Will she really be happy in doing nothing to us? She wont be more explicit in her demand? What if she wants us in specific ways? What if she alienated any other to come near us today so that what she does to us may never be questioned? It can also be that she wants to truly break us, not simply satisfied with conditioning, so she chose us, the ones who are known for their unsettled conditioning, so that she can truly break us? What if she wants the people she likes to use us? For her visual pleasure? What if she wants to use us with each other?

What if she wants to see us with each other Hyung? We have never done that. My point is, we have no idea about what she wants from us. And the need that we have? Its spiraling out of control even though it has only been since yesterday that we have met. The connection that we have is going to make us bend to her without questioning anything. Are we truly safe?"

Jin looked down. He chewed the inside of his lips as he considered the younger hybrid's concerns. All were valid but he was missing a few points.

Few vital points it seemed.

"Joon, I think you are forgetting something important. She did not choose us. I asked her to buy us. And she did that, without even meeting us. She bought Jimin and Hobi because me and Yoongi asked her to."

Namjoon blinked at that. In the heat of the evening's event, he had completely forgotten that point.

Master did not even know the status of their conditioning when she had bought them.

"Have you noticed the way Jimin clings to her?"

Of course he had. He doubted there was anyone in the Mansion who had not noticed, especially after tonight.

"Don't you find it strange? Jimin is someone among us who is fiercely protective of us all. Especially Taehyung and Jungkook. He is the one who is the most difficult to convince. He is someone we know, who does not place his trust on anyone, not even other hybrids. Then how is He the one who is THE most open about it all with her, placing all his affection down on her feet?"

Namjoon paused again.

"You know just how unpredictable Yoongi is. Over the last year he has become even more darker in his core. He is turning wild. You know that. But he easily allowed her to touch her however she wanted. Voluntarily obeyed her request to not fight. Hell, he became agitated and upset when she stopped us from touching her in her room." A pause before he said, "Plus we know what happened to him during the ceremony. Never wondered why is he behaving in this manner?"

Joonie wanted to smack himself.

Yoongi had become so much a risk for himself that he had spent half of his time worrying about him and the other half praying that he would not be fighting whoever he was with.

Yoongi did not like any ownership on him anymore and he was slowly making peace with the fact that he would be killed for his disobedience. In fact Namjoon knew that Yoongi actually wanted that than be demeaned any further, Joonie knew how bone deep tired Yoongi was from all the abuse he had suffered.

Why did he not pause to think about his Hyung's behaviour since yesterday?

Yoongi had eagerly accepted their Master's ownership.

He had been truly agitated and hurt when he was refused the chance to hold their Master close in the room previously.

He not only let their Master caress and hold him, but he had seemed to take delight in her touch. His rising scent of keen need and lust, even in that ceremony, had been so overpowering that the fragrance had blanketed them to the extent that Joon had been wondering on how he was keeping himself in control.

Even when Ji-young had him in his grasp, his scent of need for her had not abated one bit.

Such was his complete trust in their Master, that even when in the clutches of someone he absolutely loathed, he was still pinning after her touch, completely unbothered by what was happening to him

Yoongi knew that their Master would not let anything happen to him.

How could Yoongi have such utter devotion to her in just 2 days?

"And lastly Joonie, I am the one who had befriended you all. I am the one who used to console the kits when they were being conditioned when they were 4 and 6 years old. I am the one who never lets Jimin go for a long period of time without making him inject me with his venom. Countless nights I have lain awake to make sure Yoongi does not go berserk in one of his attacks."

"I don't remember how many times I have taken the punishments meant for one of you. For them to not know anything about what the heat for Jimin and Hoseok mean, I have taken the brunt of it. I fed you with whatever I could have, volunteered too many times to go in Park's son room just so you all could be left alone.

I did all of that and I will do it all over again if it meant that I could keep you all safe. I am your Hyung Joon. I would sacrifice my life for you all."

Voice tight with emotions, Joonie talked past his constricting throat, "I know that Hyung."

And he did. The amount of love Seokjin had for them made him continue in his life. His love for them was their North Star. If Joon knew for a fact that the sun burned hot, then he knew equally that Seokjin would do anything for their safety. It was a fact that would remain unchallenged.

The older hybrid saw the emotions in the Wolf's eyes. he softened his voice further as he said, "then why do you think I asked her to buy us all? If I thought it would be bad?"

"Why did you Hyung?" Namjoon asked now. Completely disoriented.

Jin smiled, "Me, Yoongi and Jimin have all had the pleasure to meet Master before she bought us. Each of us met her in different circumstance, each of us felt a different emotion with her. The commonality in all of those situation was her genuinity. That and her sympathy and kindness. It was profound."

He smiled as he reached up to pat Joonie on his head, "Ask us later when all of us can hear together and we will tell of the first time we met her. I can assure you of one thing Joon, she will never be worse than what we have suffered."

Jin retracted his hand back and turned his head to look at the woman in question, seated comfortably on a couch, she had freed her hair from her updo which now cascaded as a dark waterfall around her, making her appear exquisite and divine, more so than it should be possible.

"As for her asking us to serve her, I want to Joon. I so very badly want to."

Joon jerked at the dark voice of Jin, so very different from earlier.

"I want to serve her. I want her to ask me, to command me to be near her. I would do anything she needed. But I have this hollow feeling in my chest saying that that my wish will not come true."

Jin's tone turned needy with longing, "So if what you are suspecting in terms of her making me submit does come true, know it well Joon, I will rush to do so. May it be alone with her, or with anyone else. As long as she gives me all her attention, I will gladly submit."

Tapping Joonie once more on his hand, Jin went to where Anya was sitting with the kits and Hobi, now free from her talks with Peter and Jackson, who were once again spread out in the room, keeping an eye out, leaving them all alone to relax.

Namjoon stood back for a while as he thought about what Jin had said. The three of them who were the most closest to his Master, were the three who were the most fierce when it came to their friends.

As such, Joonie thought, only time would tell what would happen to them. Time would be able to give them the opportunity to know their Master more, know her and let her know about them.

Namjoon decided to hold on to his reservations but to not keep it in the forefront of his mind.

Being in this room, after the talk he had with the Eagle hybrid, he understood that he was extremely intimidated by what had transpired in the room. Of what his Master was capable of. That was what had pushed him head along to the panicked state he had found himself to be in.

But he did note one essential thing.

He was intimidated by her. Not afraid of her.

Her actions tonight, although frightening, had also been.......... Comforting to them.

If she was at the top in this society, and they belonged to her, then they did not ever need to be afraid of anyone else other than her.

If the other owners were beneath her, their Master had made it sufficiently clear that, then the owners were beneath them as well.

They belonged to her. Only her. And she proved tonight to them that, that meant a promise. If they belonged to her, then they were free when it came to anyone else.

Something about the sense of belonging was intimate too. Joonie knew that. He was responding to it. The belonging held a thread of possessive intent, a simmering fire that remained dormant for now.

That fire was slowly making itself known in all the hybrids. Some felt it stronger than others, but its existence was never in question.

Joon felt it too. Just like Jin, he wanted it too. He needed her.

And he was afraid that with time, this need would become uncontrollable in him too.

Just like Ji-young, his Master would not require a collar to make him submit, he would be eager to do so.

Namjoon went to where the others were sitting. All 5 of his friends. And the woman who was making him tilt from one end to the other on his axis.

As he reached them, his thoughts attained the clarity of the crystals surrounding them.

His Master would not harm them as others had. But if the other of his suspicions came true, Joonie would not hate it. He would not say no. He, just like the others, would gladly submit.

Still, he made a mental note to ask Jimin, Yoongi and Jin about their first meeting when all the others were present.

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ANYA :

"Damn, this feels nice but seriously I want to go home. I am so damn freaking tired of dealing with these people." Anya whined as she sat back on her spot, freeing the heavy weight of her hair held in place by numerous pins. She carelessly let all the pins she pulled from her hair drop on the ground, not wanting to pick any up.

Tonight was successful in terms of what she wanted to establish.

The gathered information on the people in the room by the recon Peter and Jackson had done was pretty much how she expected it to be. Although Jackson did note Jennifer acting not in the manner she would have preferred her to. It seems she was enamored with one of her conditioned hybrids.

People like Jennifer were the ones to watch out for. They never acted on their own but manipulated others successfully with their wiles. They were of the elk who were patient too, often waiting to get what they wanted when the time was right. Jennifer's father was a good support of Anya's business and that man loved his daughter blindly.

Anya needed to find out more about her. That and also keep an eye on her. It seems like she would now have to indulge in a period of fake friendship

Agh! Those were the worst for her because her acting capabilities only stretched so far.

Looking at Taehyung, comfortably seated at the couch opposite to her, a small smile playing on his lips as he listened to whatever Jimin was telling him, he seemed happy and relaxed right now. So different from how he was when she had bought them.

Anya had been worried Jungkook and Taehyung would become afraid of her and while she could see that both of them were slightly wary, she was mostly relieved to note that the emotion of fear, did not touch any of them.

In fact she had noticed them standing a bit straighter, when they had walked out of the room. Both of their gaits were less shuffling, more loose limbed. She would actually go so far as to say, maybe a little confident.

There was no way she would let the likes of Jennifer cause any sort of downshift in the development of her precious Tiger.

But then again, she needed to confirm if it was the Tiger hybrid that drew her or someone else.

"Just one more day, right?" Hobi asked from beside her.

"That one day tomorrow seems too damn long for me. What the hell are we supposed to do for the whole day being caged inside this stupid Mansion with brainless people fleeing us all the second they see us? I cant stay locked in that barbie doll room any more!" Anya moaned out load with her complaints.

When only silence met her complaints, she took stock of her companions.

Turning to look at Hobi, she saw him smiling, "They will be afraid of us too right?" he asked her.

She snorted, "Afraid? After what Jimin did, I think the more appropriate word will be terrified."

At that, Jimin preened. He lifted both his eyebrows as he let his fangs be known in a wide smile. He stood up from his couch and gracefully bowed down to the rest of them, making a production of it.

Anya laughed at his antics and then let her head feel the gravity as it fell back on the sofa.

"We'll show you where we were kept if you want Master." Namjoon said.

"Oh no. Don't do that. I suspect it wasn't someplace good. I will be triggered, my anger will spill over to Park or some other unfortunate soul. I don't want others any more scared of me than what they are now."

"Well, it was a scene to be seen. Even the conditioned hybrids were looking. Honestly, I loved it!"

Jimin said wickedly.

"Huh.... Stick around Cobra... you might just witness more such scenes" Came her reply.

"Oh don't worry Master, I plan on sticking really close to you." Jimin said suggestively, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh gosh. That was a really bad one. Come on snake you can do better than that." Anya groaned at the bad pick up line.

"Wha-?" His eyes round, Jimin pouted at the unexpected response, while Jin, Hobi and Joon burst out laughing.

It felt surreal to them, they were sitting on the sofa with their Master, talking with her, joking with her, laughing together.

It felt like heaven.

"Can I get something to drink Master?" came a rather timid voice in the midst of the happy noise.

Anya pushed herself to a sitting posture, giving up on lounging back.

She looked towards the bar to spot 2 barmen trying their best to be unobtrusive to their conversation, but, failing miserably.

She looked at Taehyung who had made the request and asked, "Will it be okay if I order just water for you? We are not in a place where I can trust anyone and I am not really certain if they will mix something in any other drink if I order it for you."

For the first time, Anya saw Taehyung's face twist in an expression in front of her. He was slowly opening up.

Confused, Tae asked further, "Other drinks?"

"Oh." Replied Anya after getting struck by a realization. "Tell me something, what all have you guys ever had in terms of food?"

"Uh, the nutrition shakes. Water. Some fruits." A pause of recollection "And oh yes, the steak. That was delicious. Thank you for that Master." Jin replied to her.

"Right. Okay. So. Yes, I guess a whole new world of delight awaits us. Thankfully for you guys, I am a good cook and I do always end up making my own dinner every day. Introducing you all to food is gonna be a delight for me." Anya was oddly, excited over it.

Their first reactions of this too, belonged to her, it seemed. She could not wait to see the innocent joys on their face on tasting a lot of different cuisines she would whip up.

Their current reaction was also excited, "You will feed us regularly Master?" Jimin asked, almost jumping on his seat, his face a pure expression of delight.

"Goes without saying Jimin. Goes without saying."

The smile on his face, it easily made Anya question the existence of angels. Her angelic hybrid. With venom in his mouth and thirst for blood too. Smiling a little at that thought, she turned to all.

"But first, who will be going to those 2 humans behind the bar, to order 7 bottles of water and one glass of wine for me?" she asked them all.

As expected, the smiles dropped for a bit.

"Don't you want to stride up there, look them in the eyes, and watch them bow their heads as they take your order?" Anya painted the picture.

They all needed to let go of this belief they held about being slaves, at least with others. Now was as good as any time to start with the steps needed to achieve it.

Baby steps.

"Oooh I want to try doing that!"

Yep, she had known, her silver hybrid responded first.

"Jimin, I think tearing into a human, drinking their blood, beating them up is enough for today. Let someone else have a chance." She said softly.

"Ah well, true. Nothing beats that." He sat back, legs spread, body relaxed and smirked.

Sassy Snake.

"I'll go. Glass of wine? Which kind?" Jin stood up, stretching his tall frame and reaching up to brush back his dark hair from his forehead. His dark locks fell back messily, framing his handsome face in rakish manner.

"White. Dry." She replied.

Jin strode forward to the barmen.

As soon as they saw him, they snapped to attention, standing up from their seats, nervously flicking their hands.

Well it seemed what had transpired in the ceremonial hall has been spread to everyone in the Mansion. That was fast.

"They look nervous!" Hobi observed, delighted at the prospect.

"Yes. And they should be." Anya smiled as she saw all the hybrids looking in wonder in Jin's direction. Even Jungkook.

"7 bottles of water and a glass of dry white wine. The bottles should be sealed." Jin said. His voice clear, confident, matter-of-fact.

"Yes sir. Right away."

"SIR? He called him SIR!!" Namjoon said in surprise. Hobi beside her was bouncing a bit. Taehyung and Jungkook's mouth were agape. Only Jimin was looking at her, smiling and happy.

Anya was truly, truly happy. The emotions these people had at the simple address of a barman was heart wrenching.

It made her aware of the amount of debasement they had suffered. For something as small as this, could make them jump in amazement, delirious at being addressed with respect.

She would see to it that a lot more of such experiences came their way in the life they would spend with her. So many, that it would become normal for them. Hybrid or not.

Also, thankfully it was Jin who had gone.

He stood waiting for the barman calmly, without betraying any of the emotions his friends so openly could not control.

Not for the first time, Anya was really impressed by the Eagle.

He took care of the others, was polite, never assumed superiority but the contrast he held within him was amazingly mysterious.

He had a core of steel, the commands, when it came from him, dared any others to refuse. His word was law within the hybrids if he expressed them as such. Cunning in his assessment of situations, he was also patient in his observations.

And above all, the river of dark need ran deep within him, the depth of which, Anya suspected, would be enough to drown them both.

His appetite, his lust was an abyss in itself. Something that he himself did not know.

Anya prayed that he never did.

Because even if she knew Yoongi could be wild, Jimin and Hobi could be ruthless, Jin, would be even more dangerous than the rest.

He was the kind, Anya suspected, who would attack out of the blue. And when he did, he would attack to end it.

Thank god her hybrids still did not know much about their natures yet.

The barmen had deposited the things that Jin ordered. They were a bit much for him to be bringing back alone. He looked back at them, "Taehyung, come help me with these."

See? The one to watch out for.

Anya smiled at Jin's selection.

Not only would this push Tae a bit out of his comfort zone, to obey a wish from his elder in the presence of his owner, it also showed the barmen that he was someone who controlled and protected the, for now, weaker hybrid in his Master's care. He was someone, to whom, his Master had given authority to.

Seokjin's control in even such a small situation, was brilliant.

Taehyung jerked in his seat.

He looked over at Anya, who purposely kept her gaze on Jin, wanting Tae to do the action without any input from her.

When Taehyung could not get her attention, he started getting restless but Jimin, understanding her intent, pushed Tae on his seat, "Go, I am really thirsty Tae, Master wants her wine too."

Trusting his friend, Tae hesitantly got up. When he got no objection from his Master, he slowly started walking in Jin's direction.

When no angry voice called back to him after a few steps, his steps light, smile in his face, he skipped over to his Hyung.

He was doing something not ordered by his owner, but something she allowed without any protest.

He could listen to his Hyung, without any ill consequence from his Master!

Gladly he took the wine glass and 1 bottle. Smile still in place he skipped over to Anya.

His smile is beautiful!

That was the only thing she could think about. That boxy smile lit up his eyes which sparkled in delight. His whole face reflected the innocent boy he was. The pure innocence which was still locked away in his heart.

Taehyung came to stand in front of her, eyes downcast, but shyly extended his hand holding the wine glass, to her.

"Thankyou Taehyung. You did good." Anya smiled and praised him as she accepted the glass from him.

Such a small praise made the Tiger overjoyed. He chuffed loudly in pleasure as he nodded at his Master and then made his way to his seat.

His chuffs, never stopped.

They peacefully had their water while Anya sipped her wine.

Time passed as the hybrids grew contended.

After some time, Anya knew that the ceremony would be completed and the influx of the guests and their hybrids would start soon.

She decided to draw the night outside of their rooms for her hybrids, at close.

"The ceremony will be breaking up by now. I just don't want the headache of you all dealing with the others right now. So why don't you all retire to our room and I will come up as soon as I finish my wine?" she said.

Nods of assent could be seen as Peter and Jackson came forward on her signal.

"You'll come up in a short while?" Hobi asked her.

Anya nodded, "in just a few minutes."

Nodding again, her hybrids got up from their seats and easily followed Jackson and Peter who left her alone knowing nothing would happen.

Anya closed her eyes and slumped her head back on the sofa as she let herself relax a little before going up.

I need to ask for some clothes now. Can't let Jimin wear the bloodstained hoodie any longer. I'll also ask things about the snake hybrids tomorrow. Can use the day to get to know them more. Also need to talk with Ye Jun tomorrow. The spectacle caused should have been enough to completely get the smugglers mind off caution.

Anya spent a long time idylly lost in her thoughts. She felt her wine grow warm in her hand.

Sighing at the thought of dealing with the legal side of the auction with Ye Jun tomorrow and spending another day in the wretched place, she did not feel a figure slowly approach her to sit opposite to her on the couch.

She opened her eyes to collide with a dark gaze of a predator, alone in the hall.

Yoongi.

He had stayed back.

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He was casually sitting opposite to her, one leg crossed over his knees. Sitting back on the couch, he was biting the corner of his ring finger absent mindedly as his dark gaze, as usual, was keenly fixed on her.

For the first time in her life, Anya felt a jolt in her heart on seeing him.

The Jaguar looked just like his animal half.

Wild. Untamed. Dangerous.

A lethal predator.

Making sure that her breathing pattern did not give her away, she looked right back at him as she sat up straight again.

Looking in those untamed dark eyes was a thrill in itself.

It felt like playing with fire. Something about simply staring back at the silent and dark hybrid, who was observing her with mysterious glint in his eyes, alone in a hall, felt almost, threatening.

It was threatening for her mental peace at least.

Still looking at Yoongi, she lifted her now warm wine, and sipped on it, wetting her slightly parched mouth.

He remained quiet. Not moving an inch, he kept biting his finger, gaze never leaving her.

Yoongi was freely and leisurely looking her over.

His hot gaze slid from her eyes to her neck. He paused for a bit to look at the pulse beating in her fragile neck. He then continued on to her clavicles, the gaze burning through her clothes as it slid to her soft curves. Equally slowly it slid back to her lips, lingering there. Making her want to swipe her tongue over to moisten them.

She lifted her glass for another sip.

"Master." Yoongi said at last, breaking the silence filled with tension between them.

But that was all he said. That was all that he wanted to convey.

This beautiful and dangerous hybrid had just now conveyed to her his acceptance of her in his life. As his Master.

Anya held her silence as she looked him over now.

With his skin pale and smooth, his dark eyes and dark hair was a deep contrast. His lips were soft, sensuous, like dewy pink petals, extremely inviting. They were the kind of lips that one would want on their body, trailing soft kisses down the skin. They could also be the lips that could taunt one cruelly, twisted in as smirk, as she had seen only once.

Lastly his eyes. Those black eyes held intelligence, knowledge, mysteries.

His eyes screamed the one thing that only blind people would ignore.

He was someone who should never be messed with. His free will propelling him in the ranks of people without any mercy.

But the most savage aspect to him was his patience. He could wait for the tide of time to change. And that made him deadly.

His leashed wildness was what made him so irresistible to the others.

The thought of owning, of controlling a hybrid, a person, who was so evidently dangerous but had to obey your every whim, had to bow down to take your punishment, had to lay down while you could fuck him to your heart's content, was too delicious to be ignored.

This was the reason why people got so obsessed with Yoongi after just having one taste of him. It was the thrill of seeing the murderous intent in those dark eyes as someone took him, that could send influential men like Ji-young to lose their minds and commit acts which they normally would not have done.

Anya took another sip of the now empty wineglass as she thought back to what she had done with Yoongi.

At that time, she was so focused in the game, in getting Ji-young to do exactly what she wanted him to, that she did not fully comprehend her actions with Yoongi. Or his reactions.

Now that she had time after the entire debacle, she thought about thinking back, remembering the moment.

Should she allow herself to? Should she dare to?

Looking at the Jaguar hybrid, still and calm, sitting in his darkly seductive aura, Anya let herself go back in the time when she fisted his hair.

She had so easily done it, swiping her hands through the handful of his luxurious silky locks, fisting them and then tugging on him gently, making him submit to her desire right then. Making him bare his neck in the age old position of submission. Having that hold over this vicious animal, who accepted that touch, yielded himself to that touch, arched his back beautifully to I was heady, even to her..

In that heat of the moment, to show Ji-young, she had marked him. Used her nails on that bared neck to create a deep red mark. A mark of ownership. Also a mark of possessive intent.

The Jaguar in front of her still sported that mark. That deep red trail of her passion on his pale white skin.

She remembered the way he had closed his eyes and groaned deeply for her.

That sound had made its way to be felt deep within her. Even in that time, his deep voice had reverberated inside of her, shaking something un-named lose from within.

Yoongi had enjoyed that touch. In a room full of owners and slaves, sitting in front of someone who had the desire to subjugate him more, where he held no power, he had lost himself in her touch.

Anya had felt him jerk when she was softly rubbing on the mark she had made, trying to sooth him.

He had been dissatisfied by it.

Right then, she had known.

Yoongi had wanted more.

He had wanted more of her passionate and rough touch on him. Not the soft and gentle one she had been showering him with, at that moment.

Her Jaguar, was truly wild in his wants.

Draining the last of her wine, she saw realization light up in those hooded eyes. He knew what she was thinking about.

An answering ache came from him, as he sat up and leaned towards her. It seemed he wanted to talk.

"Yoongi." She acknowledged him at last.

"May I inquire as to why you decided to stay back with me?" Anya drawled.

Yoongi let a small smile play on his carnal lips, "You promised to play with me tonight. I thought I had acknowledged that I would love it when you asked in front of all. I was not lying." He said in a deep voice.

Getting up from his seat, he came towards her and smoothly kneeled down right in front of her on the floor, his chest flush against her knees and legs, his head at the level of her breasts.

"Play with me." he growled with need.

She could not stop the molten lust from flooding her veins at those words. She was not one of God's strongest soldiers to be able to keep herself from feeling her mons flood with her juices as she heard her hybrid's demand for her attention. Her carnal attention.

She saw Yoongi's nostrils widen as he took a deep breath, his pupils dilating in an answering Lust. His hands reached out to grip both sides on the sofa she was sitting on, caging her in, as he softly said again,

"Play with me Master."

"Yoongi..." she said warningly, refusing to rise to the bait and touch him.

His eyes hardened a bit as he leaned forward towards her, letting more of his weight be felt on her knees as he pressed his chest further into them to reach her, to come closer.

"Why won't you touch me?"

"I touched you in front of everyone Yoongi. You still carry my mark." She replied, trying to be steady with her voice even though more and more of her excitement slowly seeped out of her, getting her lace panties wet.

"Not enough." He growled lowly, "That was for others to see. It was for the sake of others."

"So what do you want it to mean?"

"For me. I want your touch for me. I want it in private. Play with me!"

I am losing my goddamn mind!

Anya was getting lost in desire, her labored breath a side effect from the fog of craving the jaguar was stroking to life.

His sensual demands beating on her defenses, she was truly in awe of his duality. Yoongi was calm in front of the other hybrids. Often seemingly dispassionate about his surrounding and herself, if one did not take his constant stares on her in account.

For him to be so openly aggressive right now made her disoriented.

She clenched her thighs to stop the throbbing in her pussy, her panties a complete wet mess.

She still held on.

"Back away Jaguar." She said in a cool tone.

Instantly, his aggressiveness drained out of his expression but he still remained close to her, his hands still maintained the cage as he softly said,

"No."

"Why do you want it Yoongi? Are you that eager to please yet another Master?" out of options, she tried a play on his vulnerable past.

"This Master? Yes."

She should have known it would not work.

She lifted her hand and flattened it on his chest, slightly pushing him back.

All Yoongi did was to close his eyes as he savored the touch.

She pushed him with more force to no avail.

Eyes still closed he murmured, "More."

I am so screwed.

"Why?"

"Because you promised."

"I was playing Ji-young Yoongi. You know that."

Dark eyes opened and focused on her. This close, his gaze was magnetic. It burned hot as he refused to move an inch from where he was.

Leaving the grip on the sofa, he raised one hand to where she was still trying to push him back. He grasped that hand and kept his over hers. His grip hot and tight. Keeping her hand in place over his chest.

"I wasn't."

When he had nodded about loving it, he was being sincere?

Lord why don't you have mercy on me??

"You want me. I can smell it." Yoongi murmured, her hand still his captive.

"You want me, and I am yours. I belong to you. So take me. Its that simple. Why aren't you?" he growled huskily, voice still low.

"Its not that simple Yoongi. I thought you would like not being used after years of the abuse you suffered."

"I would love to be used by you, don't you know that by now Master?" desire strong in his voice.

Anya was afraid of her wetness seeping out of her dress. Her core throbbed badly and it ached now. Clenching her thighs were not helping any more. She was on the edge of her will. Still she did not want to go over. Now was not the time to sexualize her hybrids. They needed to heal. They had to heal first and foremost. And any form of sexual touch would deter that. Even if Yoongi did not know, but he was emotionally injured in a rough way. Being his owner it was her duty to make sure his wounds mended.

But the damned Jaguar was making it so damn difficult for her to be true to her good intentions!!

"Did you not see the people fighting for me? I am good. Don't you want to see it for yourself? As my owner, don't you want to know?" the temptation wrapped in his voice continued to assault her senses.

"You are aching for me Master, Your scent is driving me crazy. You want me just as much as I do. One command. That is all I need."

Putting all her dominance, that she wasn't particularly feeling at the moment, in her voice, she clipped out coldly. "Back. Away. From. Me. Right. Now."

Yoongi paused. Hurt wildly colouring his gaze. He slowly backed away from her. Getting back in his original position, he gripped her hand tightly, squeezing it hard once and then gently guided it back to her lap. Breath coming hard, he stood up slowly, then walked away to the opposite couch to resume his seat again.

Anya drew in a deep breath. She felt like she had just averted herself from falling head first in a canyon. Her desire still burned in her body making her squirm on her seat, her inner thighs a sticky mess.

Yoongi drew in a deep breath, seeming to get more fired up. He kept breathing in deeply as he closed his eyes and moaned aloud.

My scent! His hybrid senses must be flooded with it. They did say something about my pheromones.

"Drink some water."

Without looking at her, Yoongi reached out for the bottle that was beside him, eyes still closed, he opened the cap and gulped down the entire content in it, his throat moving strongly as he swallowed.

A throat that still carried a long red mark.

Anya gave him some time to compose himself, surely he needed it.

"I was at my limits the day the auction started." Yoongi said sitting back on the sofa, head resting on the backrest.

Or maybe he didn't need it.

"Before the auction, about 3 weeks prior to it I was wanted by a friend of Park's, a couple. I was sent to their house for 2 weeks. They are good friends with Park. So I often get requested."

Anya did not like the direction his talks were taking.

"The couple is vicious. Vicious on the level I find it intolerable. And I have a pretty high tolerance." He chuckled humorlessly.

"I was drugged the entire time, unable to fight back, or protest, hell, unable to even make a sound and they took advantage of that. I am a slave, I am used to the things that happens usually but for some reason, they always come close to breaking me completely."

Anya just listened on.

"There was absolutely no limits to their depravity, both of them crossed all boundaries completely. Everything that you can probably imagine, was done to me. Nothing was left. Nothing. Every disgusting thing they could imagine, they made sure that I complied with. And I mean disgusting both figuratively and literally."

No. No. Just No. he could not mean that. Please just no.

Yoongi smiled a bit, "I can hear your heart rate increasing. Yes Master. Even my own body's biology was used on me."

Please lord no! please. Please. Oh God please no.

Tears stung her eyes at the thought of the debasement this beautiful magnificent being had endured.

"The physical pain of their desires was overwhelming, even to me. Multiple bone fractures are a little hard to handle. But above it all was their dark sexual needs. 2 weeks I responded to them against my will. For 2 weeks, I satisfied them unwillingly. Those 2 weeks reinforced to me just how lowly of a slave I really was."

Anya breathed deep. She could not imagine the things he told right now. She would break.

"They returned me to Park broken and unconscious. The one week before the auction was spend trying to heal. As such, on the evening of the unveiling, I was utterly dissociated from myself. I was numb." Yoongi said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"When the owners came to try us, I was still in a fog. When I was dragged to be used by Seojin, I was complacent because I wasn't feeling anything. She used me in a room with others and then decided for some reason to change the rooms. I went where she led. It was simply another room."

Anya remembered that night. She knew where he was leading.

"She pushed me down to satisfy her, and I did. It was easy for me. I am good at that." The boast was just a fact.

"I barely felt the man behind me. I just wanted some air and lifted my eyes, only to be seared to my core when I gazed on a blue flame." At this, the jaguar lifted his eyes and captured hers, just as he had that evening.

"That flame burned me. It made me feel again. Something in those eyes took away the fog in my soul. It rejuvenated me. Gave me strength. Made me aware." He continued.

"All I could see was that inky blue depth swimming with compassion, For me. it was filled with kindness, directed at Me. That divine gaze never once looked away. Even though awareness of my situation shone in those eyes, even though the gaze betrayed the knowledge of what was happening to me right then, it never looked away. That gaze refused to take part in my humiliation. That gaze refused to give those people the pleasure of enjoying the moment with them. That gaze was just for me, providing me with the will power needed to endure it. That gaze was Beautiful."

Her heart bled hearing his words.

"Those angelic eyes were worried. That diamond gaze was angry at people enjoying me. Those Azure depths were insanely supportive. For the first time, in that sliver of moment, feeling the usual indignity, I felt something I had never felt before."

The smile on his alluring lips turned more gentle, soft.

"That gaze was only for me. It was mine. It belonged to me and no one else. And the gaze was from a stranger. A stranger who was exquisite. A stranger who looked too ethereal to exist beyond someone's dreams. A stranger in white, with cherry lips and a warm scent. A stranger, who was you."

It was.

"Your breaths were synced with me. Your body attuned to mine. At that moment, you did not deem the other people as important, so I followed your lead. Your connection was something I felt deep within me. I felt it in my soul. As such I too refused to acknowledge what was being done to my body. Only your essence existed to fill up my hollow darkness. You WERE my soul."

Anya closed her eyes. Her Jaguar was touching her even while keeping his physical distance. He was ruining her with his words.

"When Seojin broke that connection, I panicked. The world turned to red for me. My only thought was to reach you again. I couldn't be separated from that warmth. I don't even remember biting into her. My only thought was reaching you. Making sure you were not just a ghost, a phantom from my imagination. But the next minute I lost my consciousness from the pain emanating from my neck. I woke up in a cage terrified that I had dreamt it all. That you did not actually exist."

The quiet unhappiness was profound in his voice. Anya reluctantly looked at him again.

"But then there you were before me in the morning. The same gaze, the same scent. What was more, you agreed so readily to Jin Hyung. You wanted to buy us. In a daze I found myself in Park's office, where you held my hand and told me that I belonged to you, no one else could touch me."

He paused.

"I tasted happiness for the first time then."

"Yoongi..."

Ignoring her he continued. "You were exactly as I thought you to be. Kind, sympathetic, gentle, soft, strong, tough. Added on later I got to know how much of a warrior you also are. That and ruthless. Admittedly that made the attraction I felt for you worsen."

Yoongi stood up from his seat, walking a bit away towards the crystal trees. He stopped at a small distance away from her. Keeping his back to him he said. "In the ceremony, you touched me with right, as you should. You made me submit to you, just as it should be. You marked me in front of all, rightly so because I belong to you. But you keep your distance from me in private."

Turning, he faced her. Even from that distance she could see his burning eyes.

In a dark voice he continued "You let Jimin touch you, you let Jin Hyung touch you, You are receptive to Hoseok, You gladly touch Taehyung and Jungkook, You reassure Namjoon with your gentle pats, but me? Me, you keep a distance from."

He started prowling close to her, the glint in his eyes strong.

"Me, who you had a connection with. Me, who you always look for. Me, that you physically want."

He had reached her now, he slid on the sofa beside her, sitting, facing her. One leg folded while the other on the ground, he leaned a bit towards her again,

"Me, who turns you on."

His voice dropped an octave, his deep timbre vibrating with need.

"Me, who can make you burn with a desire so deep that your sweetness keeps seeping out of your core wanting my attention, without touching you once. Answer me Master, why?"

Answer him?? Oh no. She was not capable of doing that. Unless Yoongi suddenly wished to hear a very unflattering croaking voice.

Eyes becoming guarded, he warily said to her, laying his vulnerability wide open in front of her.

"Is it because you know I am dirty? Is it because you saw how pathetic I was, being sexually used by three people. Is that image seared in your mind so deeply that you find touching me, or my touches repulsive?"

"You will stop spewing such utter rubbish right this instant Jaguar. You are far too intelligent to say something clearly displaying the lack of braincells in that thick skull of yours." Voice tight with anger, Anya delivered the response furiously, making him flinch back.

How the hell could he think this way??

"Not giving into the very obvious argument of calling a victim dirty that is too damned wrong right now to call into notice, How dare you talk that way about someone who belongs to me??" Anya continued to rage at the now silent Yoongi.

"Label yourself as dirty one more time in my presence and I will punish you in a way that you will remember for your lifetime Jaguar. My punishments would make you crave for the familiarity of physical pain or abuse, because I will make you suffer without doing any of those."

Amused a bit at her claim, he asked "May I ask for an example?"

Equally sweetly she replied, "How does shaving your head sound? Or dyeing it along with your face in hot pink for a month? Or else there is always the task of picking every single leaf from the ground back in my home which has a small forest in the backyard, for easily a month? I can also be deviant enough to make you in charge of bathing and dressing the rest of your friends for a year. How do all of these sound?"

Yoongi blinked. Not expecting these set of actions as punishments, he mulled them over in his brain. His realization made him smile. These really were tasks he would grumble about, would loathe enough to be called punishments, but would never get hurt over. Would never be humiliated. Exasperated and resigned, but not debased. Would probably be teased about, but never degraded for.

Even her punishments were a luxury he wanted.

"That would truly make me afraid Master. I promise not to raise your ire ever again." He smiled as he said it, feeling a sudden clench of deep affection for his Master. His miracle.

Nodding her head to it, she felt happy that her teasing worked on his dark moods.

"All your life, the only form of connection you all have known Is sex. Naturally you have equated love with sex at this point, not having much experience with the former. But Yoongi, love, friendship, companionship can exist so beautifully without sex too.

Touches and hugs can be comforting, a safe haven sometimes. Cuddling can be soft, something that makes you happy, something that expresses your affection. Kisses can be indulgent and promising, teasing and fun, something that can signify closeness. Holding someone tight to yourself and nuzzling contentedly, sleeping close to someone, clinging to them beneath the layers of blanket with clothes still in place can be something that proclaims a strong bond, it can signify an intimacy not to be shared by all. Not common at all."

Anya explained to him.

"All of those are the forms of Love. Of expressing that love held in your heart."

Anya reached out and splayed her hands on his chest. His beating heart steady beneath her touch.

"Sex is something that can be shared between anyone. You yourself know that Yoongi. So does it mean you loved all your owners? No, right? Sex is a generic act of love. True, the way you indulge in it, the emotions involved, makes it different from the times shared by strangers, but still, its an act that anyone is capable of sharing between them." Anya said softly, trying to make him understand.

"But the touches I mentioned? Those are the gestures you NEVER indulge in with people who you don't cherish. They are NEVER exchanged between people who you don't belong with, whom you don't completely and utterly love. Whom you don't adore. That is what makes all these small acts become personal."

Yoongi's eyes were lit with curiosity. He tilted his head to a side as he absorbed all she was saying like a sponge.

"But these are things you all have no idea about. Why? Because these acts require one huge component in any relationship that is not as commonly found as Lust. Can you guess what it is?" she asked softly.

Yoongi thought about it.

Hugging her close to him and sleeping, keeping her close while he was the most vulnerable.

Cuddling to her and resting with her, completely open.

Kissing her softly, not wanting more, content in the knowledge of her love for him.

Hugging her and feeling like it was his safe haven.

Touching her constantly, teasing her, knowing she would never leave. Would never hurt him.

What did all of these have in common as the underlying emotion that made it all possible?

Lifting his eyes to her he softly replied, "Trust?"

Smiling widely, she cupped her Jaguar's face in her palms and brought her forehead to his, resting hers on his. Letting him feel the closeness, her breath softly mingling with his, letting him feel the intimacy, she whispered back the confirmation.

"Trust."

Breaking her connection, with his precious face still cupped in her hands, she reached up to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

As she backed away from him, she saw his eyes closed, enjoying the touch.

"And before you all know about Trust, about the gestures I talked about, sexual touch is something that I will always stay away from. I need you all to heal. To know real warmth in my bond with you. Only when you have the knowledge of it, will I start being open with all of you. Do you understand the reason why now Yoongi? Did you get your answer?"

Dark eyes opened, but they carried a warmth in them. "Thank you Master for thinking about us so much. Thank you for spending so much of your thoughts on us, wanting us to experience that embrace of love in our bond to you. I look forward to it. But."

His demeanor changed again, "Did you think about something? If sexual touch is all we know, wont we want to express our affection in the way we know?"

Wait. What now?

Yoongi went on, "We have been used sexually against our will. By people we did not like or want. All of that is accepted as a part of being a slave. But then you come to us. Someone we genuinely care for. Someone we want, need to be close to. Don't you think we would finally want to touch you in the manner we were forced to in the past but this time, being happy that the touches are voluntary? Are from our side, our will?"

Huh?

"We are hybrids Master. And we are touch starved. You bought us, hungry hybrids of predator species, starving for a crumble of understanding, sympathy and then proceeded to shower us in love, protection, care and then expected us to not hunger for you next?"

Yoongi boldly leaned in, he raised his arm to encircle her, resting his palm on her back, pushing her closer to him. His other arm touched her hair, caressing the long dark silky strands, combing through it, as he nuzzled his face to the base of her throat. Yoongi breathed in her fragrance, rubbing his nose back and forth as he remained bent over her slight form.

His palms burned heavily on her back as his other hand slid to her nape, cupping her closer. His tongue reached out and she felt hot licks on her clavicle.

Her taste burst through his senses and Yoongi groaned heavily on her skin, making her feel the vibration inside her. It reverberated, echoing inside her, washing her in the blanket of need.

Without any permission, he started placing soft kisses on her skin, slowly travelling from her shoulders to her neck. Kissing the delicate line hotly. His kisses soon turned open mouthed as he licked her skin leisurely like the cat he was, his tongue scratchy on her soft skin.

His hot breath blew over her ears, as the Jaguar pressed his body closer, making her fall back on the sofa, his arms securely wrapped around her, his lithe muscular form, draped on her feminine curves, as he licked the sensitive skin behind her ears.

Goosebumps erupted on her skin as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She could no longer keep resisting his velvet temptations.

The sensation of his burning kisses, his heavy weight pinning her down, his guarded way of delicately holding her to him, made her body flood with molten lust, wrapping itself around her in a sensuous hold.

The wildness in him was completely unleashed as he sucked her earlobe in his mouth. Wetly. Groaning low in her ears again, he tongued at her earlobes, still sucking it in the hot cavern of his mouth.

Yoongi eased more of his hard body on her soft frame, addicted to the press of her breasts on him.

Voice unrecognizable, so heavy with his voracious need of her, he spoke, his words flush against her skin,

"I hunger for you Master, my appetite for you is voracious."

He lifted his leg to heavily slide between hers, his knee making contact with her core.

Anya barely kept a moan suppressed.

"You have become a fever in my blood. No matter what I think or do, it will not abate. It just keeps burning hotter, urging me to give in."

He pressed his knees firmly against her weeping core, making her arch up to him. His hands beneath her pulled her impossible tighter against him as he lightly bit her neck, soothing her with his tongue the next instant.

"You are my drug. Your essence, your scent drives me crazy. You have become my addiction that I have no intention of giving up on."

He slowly started rubbing her core with his knees, creating an irresistible friction, persuading her body to release more of her juices from within, drenching him in its scent. Yoongi reached up and placed small kisses on her face, nuzzling at her skin while tracing her veins with his tongue.

She thrashed in his hold, but he tightened it further, restricting her movements to breathe deeper. His frame completely engulfing her.

"I know wanting you the way I do is like playing with a naked flame, I know it will destroy me, but Master, I want to be destroyed by it."

Yoongi slid one hand from the back as he teasingly started touching her, never easing on the friction he continued to create between her legs. Her desire had by now drenched through her panties and dress and now was slowly getting embedded in his pants.

His hand, slid over her frame, wanting to map her. His palms molded her curves, lightly squeezing her soft ample breasts as it went further down to touch her hips, her thighs.

"I want to serve you Master, I want to exist just for you. I need to fulfil your every desire. Nothing that you want would ever be beyond what I am ready to do." A kiss on her brow, the pressure on her core increased.

"I promise I will take care of your needs. Just let me touch you in return. I crave you from deep within my soul. I am ready to pay whatever the price might be to have you."

He lifted himself up to stare down at her. Anya opened her eyes since the madness had begun and promptly wished that she had not.

Yoongi's dark eyes were burning with acute need, the sin in them sending out a sinuous invitation to give in. to let go.

"I belong to you Master. Only to you. Make me believe it. Take me. mark me to be yours.

I will be whatever you want me to be like, I will learn the gestures you want me to learn, I will heal. I will build myself in a position, sharpen my instincts in a way the world will fear me. I will become a free predator, capable as you want me to be. I will remain your faithful companion.

If only you let me taste you. If only you let me submit to you. Please. Prove to me that my past does not bother you. Prove to me what you said was true, prove to me Master, that you truly want me."

"How?" Anya whispered.

Bending his head, the Jaguar increased the intensity and friction between her legs as he touched his soft lips to her cherry ones. Speaking on her lips, he said,

"Kiss me."

"Let me kiss you the way I crave you. Even if for a little while, give me permission to quench my thirst for you."

Yoongi did not wait for her to respond, he let his lips suck on her bottom lips. Then teasing her with his tongue, he opened her pillowy softness to hotly slide his tongue in her mouth.

The jaguar groaned against her as her taste exploded in him, the sound hitting her hard. She knew she was close to her climax, her body shaking slightly from the onslaught of sensations.

Yoongi sipped from her lips, while his tongue sensuously rubbed against hers, slow and leisurely in its exploration. Retreating and coming in again and again, mimicking the act he desired to do with her. His pace was slow, but his touch was deep.

He slid his tongue over hers repeatedly, kissing her deeply. Letting himself get intimately familiar with the feel of her, her breaths, her moans, her taste.

Beneath her, Anya arched up and let out a keening cry as she felt the pleasure crest over, throwing her to the other side as she climaxed against the predator devouring her.

Yoongi swallowed her cry but it made him wilder, wanting more, needing more.

His kiss never stopped, still hungry for her, lust riding him hard as he lifted her legs to make space for him to lie fully between them.

Anya tried to break free from the kiss but he chased her lips from side to side, capturing the honeyed mouth in his hard embrace, his appetite for her increasing with each breath he took, unleashing his dark passions he had not known he possessed.

He was addicted to her. The more he took, the more he wanted. He could not imagine stopping.

He wanted to mark her. Bite her. Fuck her.

In his daze he did not know which to do first.

But as he sucked on her lips, he felt something that alarmed him. He felt something that broke him out of his fever pitch need to feel the change.

Even with his collar in place, he felt is canines lengthen, he felt his claws come out.

His mouth burned at the change, subconsciously responding to his want for biting into her neck.

Yoongi recoiled in horror, letting go of her as he flung himself back from his Master and fell hard on the floor.

Never in his life had this happened to him. He was feeling his canines lengthen for the first time in his life. His gums throbbed from the change.

The image of biting into her, of tasting her blood was oddly tempting, which in turn made ice flow through him, cooling down his passion.

Never would he ever do a Single thing that would potentially cause his Master physical pain.

He wanted to make her moan in pleasure. Never in pain.

His horror did not abate as his teeth did not retract back, even when his lust drowned out in the wake of this discovery.

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ANYA:

Anya slowly breathed deep, still lying on her back, as she tried to assimilate her thoughts.

She had long ago refused to understand how it all happened.

She knew she was only human. In the face of the temptation that was Yoongi, she felt proud that she had withstood it that long.

If there is a god somewhere, he should really be proud of me to not give in for the amount of time I struggled. Really. Like, really.

So she excused herself from investigating how it had occurred.

Right now, she needed to focus to get herself collected.

She had 6 other hybrids to go back to along with the jaguar.

Speaking of which, how did he stop in the state he was in?

Mildly curious, she looked at Yoongi, only to find him sitting on the floor, a hand clamped over his mouth.

She wrinkled her brows at that picture. The surprise and horror in his expression not allowing her to understand.

What had happened to his cocky self?

Letting herself recall back to the moment just before Yoongi stopped, she remembered she felt his teeth on her. Teeth that were not there from the start. Which meant, those teeth had been his canines. His canines had lengthened.

Wait a damn second.

His canine's had lengthened in his human form?!?

Shit! Fuck! Freaking Hell!

Unfortunately, Anya knew the reason for it. Two of her parent's dog hybrids had gone through it and had explained it to her.

The reason for it, was dangerous for her. It was truly dangerous for her, Yoongi being the predator that he was.

He was already hard to handle, if what she knew truly transpired, she would be in a rather unique position.

Unique and deadly.

Deadly because she cared for him.

"Yoongi, did your canine's lengthen?" she quietly asked him as she sat up.

His head snapped at her. He nodded wordlessly.

"Great. Wow. Shit." She said to herself softly.

"You know why this happened?" Yoongi asked her, is teeth still visible.

"Drink some water, take a walk away from my scent, it will go back to normal. Do it now." She gave a crisp command.

Yoongi did not hesitate or wait. He sat up and grabbed a bottle, then walked towards the far end of the hall.

This means I have really less time to make him the way I want him to. I will also need to stop such interactions with him. He needs to be in full control of himself before this hits.

Anya stood up, straightening her clothes. She glanced at the bar to see it had shut down a long while ago, the space deserted.

Going back to the room in this manner would make all the hybrids aware of what had occurred between them. The evidence of her desire had soaked through her dress and she was sure that she was drenched in the musky woodsy scent of Yoongi. Certain of the fact too, that he was equally drenched in her scent.

Oh well, she shrugged, it wasn't as if she would be keeping this encounter a secret to her hybrids.

She only wished, any one of them knew what had happened so that she would not have to be the one to warn Yoongi about it.

Taehyung and Jungkook would not know. Being caged all their lives, there was little chance that Jimin and Hoseok knew. The only chances were with Joonie or Jin.

Yoongi came back to her, "They retracted."

"I knew they would."

Yoongi licked his lips, "Can you tell me why it happened Master?"

"Ask Namjoon or Jin first. If at all possible, those two might just know about it. If they don't, then I will tell you. We need to go right now though."

Yoongi nodded, coming closer to her.

"Thank you Master. For this, I will keep my promise. I will try to learn where you lead. As for my trust, you have it. Completely."

She smiled at him ruefully, "During those moments, I don't think you were thinking much of me as your Master, were you?"

Yoongi appeared shocked. He shook his head, "You are always my Master. Not in a single second will I ever think of you as anything but. I was pleasing you. You had allowed me to. Your pleasure was driving me hard."

"My pleasure? Not yours?"

"Never." Yoongi replied firmly. "I will only attain pleasure if you want me to, command me to, and I don't expect it either. Making you cum, making sure you are satisfied, those are my passions. That is my only desire. My needs don't take any priority over yours. It never will."

Anya's mouth opened and then closed. She did not expect that. The dark, seductive passion she felt, the explosive burn of hunger he had, was to satisfy her? Not him?

"Yoongi, have you ever cum?"

"In my heat, yes."

No. no. In so many sexual acts committed against him, he had never reached his peak?

"Don't think in the direction I know you are." Yoongi drawled as he reached out to brush his thumbs over her swollen red lips.

Caressing her lush soft pillows, he pressed into them before leaning forward to lick them with his tongue. He kept placing soft kitten licks on he her lips, making them shine wetly.

He drew back, and looked satisfied.

"My desire, my need, my passion will only ever belong to you Master. No one else. You allowed me to serve you tonight just because I wanted to. You may not understand but that holds a greater value to me. You listened to your hybrid, listened and allowed him to do something very intimate to you. That makes me feel special. It makes me feel like I belong.

I know in the future you will allow me to taste my pleasure too. And for you, I will gladly embrace that. But you need to know that I will only ever be greedy for you."

Yoongi enfolded her in his arms, bending down to softly kiss her ear.

"I am yours Master. Never forget that. No matter how you want me to change, my priority will always remain you."

Overwhelmed by her Jaguar, she pushed him away a bit

"Lets go."

Nodding his head, Yoongi trailed behind her as they crossed over from the hall to exit it, appearing in a long corridor which would connect them to the foyer.

"Master, you took a heavy chance on Jimin. Snake hybrids once lost in blood lust are dangerous, they can't come back to their senses. You had no way of controlling him. You left the collar controller in the room. You essentially had two snake hybrids without any form of control over them. How did you know he would stop?"

Observant Jaguar. He had noticed the absence of the controller. She had it locked away in her luggage.

Smiling up at him as they reached the end of the corridor, she said, "Trust."

Yoongi raised one brow at that, quietly absorbing the word.

As they reached the foyer, they saw the rest of the owners milling about, talking, their hybrids all bloody or in pain.

As soon as they spotted her and Yoongi, all made a wide berth for them to pass, to not accidentally touch either of them.

All of them murmured their well wishes of the night to both of them, making sure to include Yoongi in the greetings too.

Anya just inclined her head at them, politely acknowledging their wishes.

They reached the stairs and started their assent.

In no time they reached their rooms. She asked Yoongi to precede her as she had some matters of security to address to her guards. Yoongi nodded and stepped through the doors.

Anya looked at the closed doors and slightly walked away.

She slowly slid down the wall opposite of Peter and Jackson's room.

She closed her eyes and crouched low, drawing her knees to herself and lowered her head for her chin to rest on her knees.

She thought about what he knew Yoongi was going through.

The amount of trust he placed on her, and the depth of his love and need was clear as day to her now. The action giving away all his emotions.

The process had already begun.

She hoped that it would go slowly. For her sake, his and the rest of hybrids.

She also hoped, Namjoon or Seokjin could explain it to him.

Never had Anya thought, even in her wildest dreams, that a wild Jaguar hybrid would experience this over her.

Yoongi, was imprinting on her.

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A/N : Hello! whew, 13.3k words.

So seems like Namjoon has a few reservations about Anya. The next day will be spend knowing more about her hybrids.

Yoongi on the other hand, was untamable for her.

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