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Shopping Spree

D ray eventually gets tired of Evan and I have to step in when he pins him to the wall, and I give up trying to let Evan treat him after that.

Instead, I distract him with the idea of new weapons and he follows after me as I find my way through the castle.

It is bustling with activity as everyone prepares to leave and head out.

You can taste the excitement in the air and everyone grins and greets me as I walk past. We walk silently down the halls, heading to the front of the castle where the weapons store is.

Men are filing in and out, packing up weapons to take as they get ready to fight.

I head past them all, slipping to the back where I remember the hidden door is.

Ivar showed me more than once, and loved telling me where he got each and every one from. It should be untouched.

I depress the stone next to it and the door swings open, letting out a gust of stale air.

Wrinkling my nose, I step in with Dray following on my heels with a torch.

He slips it into the metal holder on the wall and I turn back with a grin.

“This enough for you?” I wave my hand around to encompass the walls and shelves covered in every weapon imaginable.

It’s even bigger than the collection he has in his bedroom.

“I think I just came in my pants,” he mutters and I laugh, looking back at the walls.

My eyes catch on a bow and I falter for a moment, wishing Drax was here. In fact, I wish all of them were here, but I shake it off though, not wanting to linger on thoughts of them when I don’t have time to be weak. “Let’s shop,” I offer instead .

I head to one of the walls, noting the small daggers there.

I grab a handful and after placing some in my boots, I grab another holder and wrap it around my hips and add them there also.

I step back and look over the other weapons, I take another whip, since I enjoyed the last one, and coil it and add it to my belt.

I still have my two swords and other daggers.

I spot Dray sliding his hand across some smaller curved daggers and grin.

He looks over his shoulder, obviously feeling my gaze, and winks at me.

“You have the best toys, soulmate,” he purrs.

Shaking my head, I look over the others, trying to think if I need any more, you can never have too many weapons, but I don’t want to weigh myself down too much, it will only slow me down and I’m betting I can’t sneak a lot of these into The Cities. “Here, soulmate,” Dray calls.

I head over and place my head on his shoulder to see what has caught his attention.

I whistle when I do, ridiculously attracted to the weapon he is palming and testing the weight of.

There is something so hot about a man who knows how to handle his weapons.

“This should fit you well,” he states, bringing my mind out of the gutter.

The axe in his hand is small, a lot smaller than normal axes, almost like it was made for a woman.

The edges are blackened to stop the shine in the light and I spot runes running down the sharp edge.

The handle has similar symbols engraved in the black leather.

It’s beautiful. Dray turns and offers it to me.

I take it and give it a few swings, spinning as I go to test the heaviness.

It feels good, smooth, and easy to use without throwing me off balance or weighing me down.

I give it a few throws in the air before looking over at Dray to see him advancing on me, his eyes icy, and his lips thin and hard.

I don’t back away like everyone else would, I meet him halfway.

He grabs the back of my head and yanks me to him, our lips smashing together desperately as we battle with our tongues.

I groan into his mouth and he yanks me closer, the weapons forgotten between us.

I trace my hand down his chest before twisting one of his nipples roughly.

He groans into my mouth and bites down on my bottom lip, making me gasp at the pain flowing through me.

“We need to get ready,” I remind him, but even to me it sounds lame.

“Don’t worry, this won’t take a minute,” he whispers, before spinning me to the wall and pinning me there.

He kicks open my legs and slips his hand around me to flick open my jeans.

I jerk against him, starting to struggle, but he keeps me pinned there as he yanks down my jeans until they are tight at my ankles, keeping me there so I don’t fall over.

He cups my pussy, leaning closer. “Always so wet for me, soulmate, especially when there are weapons involved. Are you sure you’re not the crazy one? ”

I push back, trying to get free, but he smashes me into the wall again and pushes my panties to the side, running his fingers down my wet center, making me freeze.

Biting my lip to stop from crying out, I pant into the wall, trying not to push against his fingers for more.

He dips one inside of me before rubbing my clit, with no rhyme or reason as he attacks my pussy with one hand and keeps me pinned here effortlessly with the other.

I groan when he pushes two fingers inside of me and curls them, and I can practically feel the smirk on his face, the bastard. “Dray,” I warn.

He slams me harder into the wall and starts fucking me with his fingers.

I have no choice but to stand there and take it as he yanks a release from me.

I gasp and sputter with how quickly I came apart on his fingers.

He lets me go so I spin, stumbling over my jeans before he presses me back to the wall, and as I watch, he sucks my cream from his fingers and closes his eyes in bliss before they lock on me again.

He runs his eyes over me, but seems to stop at the brand on my shoulder and I frown.

He’s never been bothered by them before.

His hand grabs at my belt and I watch in confusion as he winds the whip around his hand. “Hands up.”

I arch my brow so he grabs my throat and squeezes. “Now, soulmate.”

Grinding my teeth, I do it, curious what he has in mind. He loops the whip around them and ties me to the wall behind me before stepping back and staring at me. “I saw their tattoos. Tell me, soulmate, did they get it for you?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

“Did you not think I knew about your other boys getting your brand on their skin?” he inquires, almost purring.

“Well, no?” I ask, beyond confused now.

“I have been waiting for you to ask me to get it done, I’m tired of waiting,” he explains as he palms a knife, I lick my lips at the flash of steel and he grins as he releases his chest holster and spins it so his bare chest faces me. My eyes dart from his eyes to his hands and back again.

“Dray, what?” I gasp.

He grins at me and places the tip of the knife on his chest, right above his heart.

He starts to drag the blade so I pull on the whip, trying to get to him and he frowns, stilling.

“Stop moving, I need to see the brand as I do it, we don’t want to have to burn this off and start again, do we?

” he says casually, and I just gape at him. He can’t be serious?

“What the fuck?” I yell.

“I don’t see a tattoo artist here and I’m not going one more second without your symbol on my body, so I suggest you help me or we will have to keep going until we get this right,” he points out calmly, while smiling at me, all crazy and sexy as hell.

I still only because I really don’t know what else to do.

He looks back down and concentrates on the knife in his skin.

I watch as he carves the brand from my skin onto his, right above his heart.

They have all taken something that I see as a reminder of the hell I went through, a symbol of pain, and made it one of love.

He winks at me every now and again and checks his progress.

It’s slow going, but he doesn’t utter a peep, even as blood pools down his chest and drips to the floor.

Fuck, I’m going to have to get Evan to check him over again.

When the last line is complete, he looks up at me, smiling widely and happy as hell with his crazy self. “What do you think?” he queries, and he looks so hopeful.

I clear my throat and lick my dry lips, unable to stop the sappy smile curling my lips. “I love you, you crazy fucking bastard.”

He smirks at me and steps closer. I tilt my head back and he kisses me softly, his bleeding chest pressing to my white shirt, but I don’t give a fuck. “Good thing you’re pretty,” I tease.

He drops his forehead to mine and watches me with those icy eyes. “Let’s go get your other men.”

I nod, my smile disappearing. I had forgotten, for just a moment.

“Then I can show this off to them,” he adds, and a laugh snorts out of me.

He unties me and I wind my whip again, adding it to my belt before hovering my fingers over his carved symbol. “We should get Evan to check this though.”

“No,” he argues straight away.

“But, if it gets infected it will mess with the design and no one will know what it is,” I cajole, matching his crazy with mine. It works.

“Fuck, you’re right, okay.”

He turns and heads away, muttering about doctors and killing people.

I shake my head but follow after him, almost floating, his love is filling me up that much.

For someone whose own father forgot about them, who didn’t love them enough to have someone like Dray…

someone whose love might be twisted and a bit mad but so big and consuming, it’s a bloody miracle.

Sands below, I’m one lucky bitch. Maybe karma is finally paying off from all the shit I’ve been through, but they make it all worth it. Each fight, each horror and loss, I would do it all again to have my men.