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Dray POV

Set During The Wasteland - When They Are Fighting

T he noise of fists hitting skin, the scent of blood and the grunts have me drawing off the path as I search for Worth and into the training ring only to grin at what I find.

She is pummeling a training dummy to death, sweat dripping down her warrior’s body.

Her fists never tiring or slowing. Her face twisted in a mask of anger and concentration.

Something has happened since I last saw her with one of those brothers, when he had his face buried in her pussy.

Jealousy had been my first reaction and it took all my willpower not to go over there and rip his head away…

but I know we are eventual. She can keep fighting it all she wants, I did at first after all, but we belong together.

Nothing or no one in this world will stop us.

So, if she needs other men to entertain her as well, I will be fine with that as long as I get to be one of them.

After I had decided that I enjoyed the show they were putting on, my cock so hard it nearly split my jeans when she started moaning and riding his tongue.

Fuck, I can’t wait for her to ride me like that.

I know it will be wild, a fight like always for us and I can’t wait. When she gives in, and she will, either one of us will end up dead or we will end up together forever. Won’t that be glorious?

Jumping silently over the barrier, I lean back against the wall and just watch her.

The way her body moves is a piece of art, so precise, fast and lethal.

A honed weapon. She holds nothing back, oblivious to the world around her as she vents her anger.

That’s okay, I’ll protect her while she does.

Anyone that even tries to disturb her will be torn limb from limb and offered to her in sacrifice. I am a romantic after all.

Archel still teases me about my obsession with her, I tried to tell him it’s more than that but he has never felt any form of love so he can’t understand.

One day he will, and it will knock him on his arse like Worth did to me all those years ago.

Ever since I haven’t been able to get her off my mind, I knew she needed space to heal and grow and I needed the time to figure out if it was what I wanted and get my fucking people in line.

She slows and eventually stops, bringing me from my thoughts as I watch her spin and gawk at me.

Her eyes flash in panic just like I knew they would, her fists tightening waiting for an attack at the fact I managed to sneak up on her.

Her lips twists into a snarl. Pushing away from the wall I prowl towards her, wanting all that anger and hate directed at me.

I can take it and maybe it will finally make her realise I am what she needs.

The only one she can vent her demons onto and never worry about hurting, the only one she should turn to. My body has a mind of its own like it always does around her and I stop only when we are nearly touching.

“You ready to tell me what the hell that note was about?” She snaps, but I notice her nipples pebbled through her shirt, she loves to fight, and I give her that.

“You’re welcome for the sword,” I grin, not bothering to tell her what I had to do to get it for her. Pushing my hands into my pockets I can’t help but smirk when her eyes drop to my crotch and then snap back up to my face.

“I didn’t say thank you.” She shoots back, but exhaustion laces her voice and when she rubs her head, I can’t help but frown. “I don’t want to play games right now, Dray, just tell me what you want.”

Is that what she thinks this is? Games? Oh Worth, still trying to fight this so hard.

Fine, no games, she wants the truth. Doesn’t mean she will like it.

Unable to stop myself I step closer, cupping her soft cheeks and raising her head so she is looking at me.

Something about those eyes center me when I am lost in the madness, they keep me grounded and whole and I need the strength right now to admit all of what I am going to.

“Never any games between us. I’m not a soft man and you’re not a soft woman.

This world ripped all kindness and caring out of me when I was a child.

I can’t be what you need right now. I see it in your eyes: the need to be reassured, but I refuse to lie to you or pretend I know how to do that.

I am a warrior, so I might not be able to hold you and offer you pretty words, but I can offer you the things I do well.

” I explain, bearing whatever is left of my damaged, blackened heart to her, anything to stop that fucking sadness in her eyes.

I don’t even realise I am stroking her cheek into she leans into the touch .

“What’s that?” She asks, staring at me hopefully, like I am offering her all the answers and the questions at the same time.

“Strength. You always have my strength,” I vow.