Drasuk tips back from all fours onto his back legs and bellows out his victory cry. He's covered in gore, and it should make me gag. Logically, it's disgusting.
Instead, he looks utterly magnificent. The deadliest being I've ever laid eyes on. A quick glance lets me know some of the blood is his, but he just had a whole fucking pack of rabid, giant mutant cats treating him like a scratching pole and it's not fazing him at all.
I'll admit, seeing him like this is a turn on. And not just because of genali tampering either, but because I've always been attracted to someone who could completely wreck me if they wanted to.
Damn.
Some of that arrogance is well-earned, it seems.
Not that he will ever hear me say that. I'll take it to the grave before I pump up his already inflated ego.
"Stop it," I mutter to myself. I need to stop drooling already.
A quick look around lets me know that none of my weapons fell in the tree, which means they must be scattered around the base of it, plus of course the one I need to rip out of the one Drasuk just killed.
I realize that it might be in one of the meaty chunks splattered all over the undergrowth and let out a sigh.
Climbing down is no problem at all. I've never felt stronger in my life. Clearly, some new change is afoot.
My glass knife is near the bottom of the tree, a few feet away from the paralyzed creature, which is still hissing and spitting at us. I stride over to gather up my weapon, then make the mercy kill.
After that, the only sounds are my pounding heart and Drasuk's panting.
36
Kira
The sun filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground. One of the creature's bodies lies sprawled before us, a testament to our victory.
I nonchalantly wipe the blood from my blade on the forest floor, glancing over at Drasuk as he pokes the dead creature with an outstretched claw, his curiosity unabated.
"Fancy a bite?" I ask, my tone laced with sarcasm. "Seems like it could be a delicacy."
Drasuk makes a hissing cough, then a rumbling sound, his spines showing a mixture of exasperation and amusement.
As I pull out the medkit to patch up my leg, he puffs himself up and I recognize the precursor to an arrogant statement that's half joke and half insult. "Drakonids have more refined tastes, but I'm sure it would be perfect for your more primitive species."
Yep, called it.
"Don't be a wad of cum," I retort with no heat in my voice, turning back to the creature.
A glace back over to him and I see that he's shifted his spines again to show his humor. "Why so interested in my seed?" he teases, his spikes rising along his forehead. "You want some, perhaps?"
I give him a long, level look before rolling my eyes and storming off dramatically to clinch the joke, throwing up a middle finger behind me for good measure.
My lips quirk up, destroying the whole image when I hear his gravel-crunching laugh as he moves to follow me.
He's a good companion.
The thought stops me in my tracks. Since when?
And at what point did I start wanting a companion, anyway?
I think back over the fight. It felt good to be with someone who not only had my back, but was fucking awesome at it. I also enjoy his humor and teasing. I search for the usual aversion to company and overwhelming desire to be left alone, but I don't find it.
Huh.
"Did you throw that thing out of the tree?"
