“I don’t,” I say. “It’s kinda sore.”
“Oh, I know. And that’s what’s going to make it good. That’s what you need, isn’t it? Your tight, aching little cunt giving me all her pleasure. Come for me again, baby. I know you can do it. Show me how good you’re going to be for me…”
His words, coupled with his incredibly proficient touch, soon have me suffering another climax. It is forced from me with artful fingering, my aching sex protesting even as I feel the hot flush of intense pleasure racing through me.
“See? You don’t need Drako to feel sore, and small, and sorry,” Thor murmurs, cuddling me into his arms and pressing gentle, loving kisses to my temple.
I am starting to see so many new sides of Thor, and starting to understand I may be in even more trouble when it comes to him than I first thought.
I fall asleep in Thor’s arms knowing I love him, and knowing that I am loved by him. We haven’t said the words, but there is a bond formed in the course of survival that does not need to be spoken aloud. There will never be a moment for the rest of my life thatI will not know how much I was loved in these, the darkest moments of my existence.
I don’t know if we will ever get off this planet. Drako may give up searching and abandon us here. I might fall pregnant and have to give birth somewhere between a troll and a faceless horde of unending hunger, assuming several breeding pairs escaped the Vikar strikes. It’s not as easy to wipe out a species as the human race makes it look. We’re usually better at doing that sort of thing by accident.
Time passes and we prevail in our freedom. Deep inside the crevasse of mountain rock, Thor and I make another little home for ourselves. I crave safety, and he provides every sense of it he can muster. He cannot help the fact that this little camp reminds me of the cave we shared with Drako, and unfortunately that leads to a sense of nostalgic yearning from time to time.
“Have we survived a week?”
“Yes,” Thor tells me.
“And they’re still here, searching for us?”
“Yes,” Thor says again.
“Why can’t they fuck off?” I am whining, and I know it, but there is very little else to do.
“Because Drako cannot handle the fact that he, a master tactician, might lose to a firefighter. He thinks I am an idiot grunt. But I have out-played him at every turn, and he knows it.He has warship full of tech, and hundreds of men to deploy, and yet he cannot have us. It must be driving him mad.”
Thor’s smile is broad as he recounts his theory to me. I have to admit, he’s probably right. Drako really thought he had us when the rescue ship that would have taken him off to hang for his crimes was blasted into a million pieces, all souls aboard lost in an instant. The Vikar might be good at hitting soft, slow-moving targets, but they’re not as smart as they think they are when it comes to hunting the two of us.
“You love this,” I murmur to him, snuggling up on his chest. He is very kindly acting as my bed and pillow, lying on his back with a safety blanket wrapped around us. Staying warm is difficult in the cave, but the depth of it helps, and the fact that the entrance is so narrow and offset from the corner where we lie helps too.
“I wouldn’t say love,” Thor says. “But yes, it is satisfying and motivating to know that every day we don’t give up or fuck up, that man has to face the fact that he…”
“What?”
My blood runs cold as a familiar, rough voice comes to us right in the middle of our gloating. It floats from outside the cave, it comes around the corner, and it assails our ears at the same time.
We have been found. Fate, it seems, loves to fuck you up right as soon as you feel proud of yourself. That’s the saying, I think. I don’t really know. My brain is scattered. All I really know in this moment is that Drako is outside the cave, apparently listening to every word we said.
“Fuck off!” I shout. It’s not a useful response, I know he won’t do it, and I don’t really mean it, but it is my gut reaction.
“Now now,” Drako rumbles from the exterior. “I think we’ve all had enough of this game of hide and seek, haven’t we? It’s time for the inevitable to happen. You’ve stalled long enough, Golden Boy. Are you going to come out? Or do you want me to come in and drag you out?”
“Wouldn’t be enough room for that,” Thor drawls casually.
“You can always come out in pieces,” Drako responds.
I feel a surge of protective anger for Thor. I know I’m mostly safe. I could be pregnant with Drako’s spawn. That gives me some leeway.
“Send the woman out first,” Drako says. “Then we’ll see what we do with you. Maybe we’ll seal the cave up with you inside and leave you there.”
The absolute fury I feel hearing those words makes my blood run cold and ensures that I have absolutely no lingering sentiment for this monster. He played the role of survivor with us well enough, but the moment he had an advantage, he became cold and ruthless and brutal all over again.
I grab the knife we’ve used to kill and skin animals and I tuck it away under one arm, holding it by the hilt.
“I’ll come out!” I say. “But only if you promise not to hurt him.”
“We can seal two in a cave as easily as one,” Drako says. Thor and I look at one another.
