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I start to strip as I walk, losing my leather jacket and placing it on the least disgusting sink, before unlacing my boots and placing them just outside the shower cube door.

I remove all my sheaths and hang them on the back of the shower door, keeping them in reach just in case, before I unbutton my jeans and wiggle out of them.

I fold my jeans and then quickly remove my ruined t-shirt and fold it too, crinkling my nose as I lay them on top of my leather jacket.

Dray watches me the entire time I strip until I’m completely naked.

I frown down at my skin, taking in the sand clinging to my tanned legs and arms, and I know it’s going to be a bastard to get off.

There’s also blood still staining my hands and arms, as well as my chest. I must look like a mess, but from the tent in Dray’s pants and the way he’s licking his lips, I would say he doesn’t care. Fuck, he probably likes it.

I give him a slow, knowing grin, and step into the cubicle. He lugs the water into the tiny room and drops it at my feet before getting undressed in record time, but leaves his chest holsters on. I eye them before looking at him.

“You like it when I wear them,” he says in explanation, then shrugs before uncapping a jug of water. “At least we aren’t having a sand bath like the men,” he grunts, lifting the water, his arms bulging with the movements. “Turn around, soulmate, let me get your back first.”

I do as I am told for once and the warmish water trickles down my back. I watch it drain away, the colour slightly pink as it leaves my body. I wrinkle my nose when I can feel the wet sand sliding from me, and Dray drops the jug to the floor and scrubs my back to get rid of it.

“Front,” he demands, his voice gravelly.

I turn and he does the same to my front, not letting me lift a hand to help as he meticulously cleans the blood and sand from my body until I’m wet and clean in front of him.

“Your turn.” My voice is husky from having his hands trace every inch of my skin.

I really don’t think my nipples needed cleaning, but I’m not going to complain.

“I’m not done,” he growls.

I frown, but my expression changes, my lips parting, as he drops to his knees. Cupping some water in his hand, he slides it between my thighs, and covers my pussy with it. He looks up at me, smirking. “Missed a spot.”

He pushes my thighs open and I widen my stance, expecting him to use his hands. This is strangely intimate, not that we haven’t been closer and done dirtier stuff to each other, but this is soft and caring and...fuck—

His tongue licks a long line up my pussy and my eyes widen as I look down at his icy gaze. “Dray,” I warn, but he ignores me and buries his face between my thighs, licking me and nipping at my folds. He moves his head just far enough away to speak.

“We are heading for the Cities, for war. I’m going to have you as many times as I can just in case we don’t come back. I’ve had nothing but fantasies of you for the last couple of years, and I plan to fulfil every one.”

When you put it that way…

I reach down and grip his hair, winding the short locks through my fingers to hold on as he goes back to devouring my pussy.

He eats me the way he fights, the way he fucks—hard, fast, and brutal.

His tongue strokes me as he pushes two fingers inside, stretching me.

I gasp and hold on tighter, grinding against his mouth, begging him for more.

I reach up with my other hand and cup my breast, tweaking my nipple as he lashes my clit again and again with his tongue, his fingers curling inside of me.

I’m on the edge, I can feel it, as I dance across the edge of exploding, but when something cold touches my pussy my eyes fly open, my hips stilling as I peer down at a grinning Dray.

His lips and chin are covered in my juices, and I follow his hand to see he has the side of one of his blades pressed to my clit.

Before I can protest, he goes back in, licking around the blade and my hole, lapping at my juices as he presses harder with the blade, the steel edge biting but not cutting, and suddenly, I’m rocking harder into his mouth and hands, exploding.

He groans, licking my pussy like I’m his favourite treat, lashing me even as I shiver from aftershocks, my clit oversensitive. I yank on his hair, pulling him away.

He takes the blade with him, and I see my wetness spread across the silver surface.

Eyes still on me, he licks it clean, his tongue dragging over the weapon until there’s nothing left.

I tighten my grip in his hair and tug him to his feet.

He stumbles up, the only time I have ever seen him ungraceful, and I push hard at his chest until he falls back against the tiled wall.

He growls, pushing away and stalking towards me to grab me, but I jump at him.

He catches me mid-air and spins me, smashing my back into the wall.

I wrap my legs around his waist and slam my lips onto his.

I groan into his mouth, tasting my salty tang mixing with his natural taste.

He tangles his tongue with mine, sucking it into his mouth as his hands span my waist and pin me to the wall, his fingers digging into my side hard enough to bruise.

I love it when he treats me roughly, like I’m not made of glass but a warrior, who’s woman enough to take it all.

Jerking his head to the side, I bite down on his neck, grinding my teeth into his skin.

He growls before reaching his hands down and cupping my arse, digging into my globes.

“Mark me, soulmate,” he demands, rocking his hard cock against me, resting against my aching center.

“Fuck me,” I order.

Reaching between us, I grab his cock, stroking him a few times before lining him up. “Now,” I snarl.

He thrusts into me, stretching me around his hard length.

I groan and rock my head back into the wall, closing my eyes in bliss.

The bite of pain from him plunging in so quickly dissolves as he rocks his hips before pulling out and hammering back in.

Dray doesn’t do soft, but that’s fine, I love it hard and rough.

He lowers his head, biting and licking at my nipples.

I hold him to me as he fucks me hard and fast against the dirty wall.

He hammers into me relentlessly, forcing my body to accept him, his hips smashing into mine. With each thrust he twists at the end so he presses against my still sensitive clit.

“Dray,” I beg.

His eyes are wild, his lips thin with need, and his face a mask of desire as he stares intensely at me.

I trace my hand down his shoulders and onto his chest, stopping at the raised edge of the brand he cut into himself.

As I trace it, his hips stutter and he groans, his eyes hooded in pleasure.

He’s such a pain whore. I can’t help but grin as I dig my finger into the cut harder and he yells, slamming into me.

I hear a tile crack behind us as he fucks me brutally, my hand gouging into the cut as moans leave my mouth unchecked.

He smacks his hand into the wall next to us as he holds me up with the other, tilting my hips back to hit deeper until, with every thrust, my eyes are nearly rolling back into my head.

He hits my clit on the next plunge, his cock dragging over the bundle of nerves, and I come with a silent scream, clenching around his cock as he explodes too, filling me with his come.

He groans and buries his face into my shoulder, biting down on my skin to muffle the noise.

We slump against the wall with his softening cock still inside me as I try to catch my breath.

“Sands below,” I gasp out, my eyes closing as I lean my head back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold him to me.

“Fuck their bunker. Paradise… Paradise is here between your thighs,” he groans, kissing my skin where he bit softly before pulling back and looking at me with a smug, satisfied smile.

I laugh, slapping his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up before someone barges in here and you kill them for seeing me naked.”

We washed up again after that, taking our time learning each other’s bodies.

No sex, just exploring. It was sweet. Afterwards, I got dressed, grimacing at the horribly stained shirt I had to put back on.

He helped me into my jeans and weapons, and I helped him sort his before we braced ourselves to face the warriors gathered outside.

When we open the door, the smell of roasting meat and the sound of laughter hits us. I stand at the doorway watching with a small smile on my lips. Is this what it feels like to be part of something? Part of a family, maybe? The only thing missing are my men.

Five fires are set up within the ring of the bikes, each filled with Berserkers and Seekers talking and eating as they regale each other with stories.

I spot men patrolling around the circle and Bern’s giant frame at the front of the group.

It makes me relax a bit, so I head to the nearest fire that’s not as busy as the others where I spot Evan and Erik.

Slipping through a gap in the circle, I find a spot and sit down with my legs stretched out towards the flames.

Dray comes up behind me and sits down, his warmth blanketing my back, letting me relax further knowing it’s not an open target.

I lean back into him as he stretches his long legs out on either side of me.

I feel the hard weight of his weapons against my skin and almost grin.