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“That is because we are the same, we are survivors but more than that. We are warriors.” I nod, and he moves between my legs. Turning around, he leans his back against my chest and I cup him with my thighs and wrap my arms around him, just holding him.

“Will you tell me about your brother and father?” I ask softly, I need to know. I have this insane urge to know everything about him, about all my men, and this is the first time he has shown me any weakness and really opened up, after coming to his home I feel like I know him better than ever.

“What do you want to know?” he replies.

“Anything, everything. What happened?” Leaving one of my hands on his chest I start to play with his hair.

“Me and my brother were never close. He was weak, always bending to my dad’s will and he let him shape him until all that was left was a shell, a copy of my father.” His hand lands on my thigh underwater as he strokes my skin and I shiver.

“You killed them,” I say the statement casually as I grab the cloth from next to the bath and start washing the blood from everywhere I can reach on him.

“Yes. I would do it over and over again if I could.” He sighs as I run the cloth down his chest before wetting it again and washing his shoulders.

“You were really young to run a clan, did they not challenge you? I see the devotion they have now, but surely it wasn’t always that way?”

“It was rough at first, constant fights for strength, but when the cannibals came down from the mountain and attacked us in force, I showed them I was exactly what they needed,” he murmurs, relaxing into me, a soft peaceful look on his face, one I have never seen before.

It sends a thrill through me and I falter before carrying on washing him.

“You’re not who I thought you would be,” I say conversationally, dropping the cloth on the side when I can’t reach anymore.

“Don’t stop,” he demands, making me roll my eyes before he carries on. “What did you think I would be like?”

I smile remembering the first time I saw him at The Ring. “Terrifying. Don’t get me wrong, you have your moments, but I know you would never hurt me. I thought you would be a cold, unforgiving bastard.”

“And I am.” He laughs, his body shuddering against me.

“True.” I grin. “But you are also caring, brave, and your loyalty astounds me.” He freezes up against me.

“Looks like you are finally starting to accept me, soulmate.” I groan at the term and I know he has that cocky, crazy smile on his face.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, I still might kill you,” I warn, wrapping my arms around him and holding him to me even as I threaten him.

“Then I would die gladly,” he admits, snuggling back.

Sands below, he is so crazy. The thought sends a burst of happiness through my chest and forms a smile on my face. I guess I am just as crazy.

We sit in silence for a bit before the water starts to cool.

Dray pushes away and grabs the cloth, wetting it, and starts to clean me.

I fidget but let him do it, fair is fair after all.

When he is done, he throws the cloth away, unplugs the bath and grabs me under my thighs, scooping me up until I have to wrap my legs around his waist. Standing, he steps out of the bath and drops me onto the counter under the mirror.

Stepping back, he grabs two towels, throwing one to me that I catch, and he keeps the other.

I guess some guys would try and be sweet and soft and dry me, but I’m not a fucking child.

I can dry myself, thank you. I do just that and he waits for me before turning and leaving the room.

I follow after him and he turns on a dimmed light this time, so I can see.

The bedroom is big, but also empty, with just one large bed and an open window leading out onto a balcony.

He leaps onto the bed and lies back with one arm under his head and the other on his stomach as he arches one leg and keeps it bent.

He watches me as I look around, following me with his eyes like he is tracking his prey.

I find a hidden door and when I open it, I grin at the arsenal hiding in here.

He has a fucking armoury in his room, I shouldn’t expect less.

Axes, knives, swords, maces, even a gun.

I step back only to ram into a chest, I didn’t even hear him move.

His words move my hair, he is that close. “Do you like them?”

“I think I am jealous,” I respond, running my eyes over the weapons again. I spot a particular weapon that has me nearly drooling.

“What’s mine is yours,” he adds, and I snort.

“We aren’t married, you psycho.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around my waist and drops his head on my shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss there. “Might as well be.”

I grind my teeth and consider grabbing one of the weapons and murdering him.

Although, I do debate his words as I eye the dagger again, it’s beautiful.

A copper handle inlaid with inscriptions, obviously hand carved, but it’s the blade itself that has me unable to look away.

Curving down but also up, the blade splits into two, with jagged teeth on each prong.

It’s amazing, I bet it cuts like butter and I can’t help but keep looking back at it.

“You like it?” Dray asks, making me almost jump, I had forgotten he was there.

“Yes,” I grit out, knowing he would only wait until I admitted it.

“Keep it.” He steps away before sliding past me, standing in this room of weapons naked as the day he was born and looking like some kind of mad man, but it has me licking my lips as his peachy ass faces me.

And when he grabs the blade, a sheathe as well, and turns to me with the blade balancing on his hand, I consider jumping him.

Most girls want pretty flowers or clothes––I can’t think of anything more romantic than a weapon, and it doesn’t escape my notice that this is the second time now he has given me one.

I can see the look in his eye, taking this blade would mean more than just accepting a present, but I can’t seem to care.

My greedy hands grab it and I poke the end, pulling my finger away to see the blood welling at the end, making me grin.

Before I can move, Dray cups my finger and pulls it to his mouth slowly.

Watching me intently he sucks on the end, licking the blood away.

My mouth drops open on a pant. Still looking deep in my eyes, he sucks on my finger, hard enough that it has its own heartbeat.

My pussy throbs at the same time. He pulls away with a pop and I decide to throw everything out the window.

I leap at him, the blade dropping to the floor with a bang.

He catches me and spins in one move, smashing my back into the wall, pushing a grunt from me as the weapons dig into my back.

He moves in fast, licking up my neck before biting my ear, making me tighten my legs as my eyes flutter closed.

“Now, what weapons in here are we using this time, soulmate?” He grins before biting down on my neck, making me rub against him.

Smiling at his dirty mind, because we always do seem to end up with weapons, I balance my feet on the wall and I kick off, we tumble to the ground, me on top of him.

Grinning down at him, I watch the fire burning in his eyes.

“How about none?” I ask before leaning down and slamming our lips together.

He grunts, his hands grabbing my hips as he thrusts up underneath me.

When I need to breathe, I pull away and stare into his eyes.

Using my hips, he lifts me up and I lean back, he grins at me and I narrow my eyes right before he throws me off of him.

I start to scramble to my feet, but he pounces and pulls me down so my back is to his chest, then I find myself falling backwards with a yelp.

I sit up and he allows me, until I am facing the wall of weapons.

“Dray–” I cut off on a moan as he nudges my clit with his cock, the metal cold against my skin.

“You were saying, soulmate?” I can hear the amusement in his voice, and I let out a little warning growl.

His hand comes up and circles my throat, squeezing slightly in warning and my pulse skyrockets.

I never thought I would appreciate a man having control over me, but I know he would never hurt me, and I love that for once I can let go without worrying about hurting anyone or being hurt in return.

He squeezes again as my pussy floods. “Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.” He groans, thrusting up again and nudging that bundle of nerves. Moaning, I lean my head back until I see the ceiling .

“Like that? Then you will love this,” he says before lining up and thrusting inside of me.

I let out an embarrassingly long moan and try to move on him, needing him deeper, needing something.

I gasp when his other hand reaches around and flicks my nipple, making me writhe on top of him.

Then he really starts to play. With each thrust up, he squeezes my throat a little bit harder.

I’m like the wild animal I always accuse him of being, the noises coming from my mouth should embarrass me, but all I can do at this moment is feel.

Feel Dray as he stretches me, hitting that sweet spot inside with each thrust. Hear his grunts and moans as he fucks me from behind.

He surrounds me, fills me, and owns me, and I fucking love it.

I explode with a grunt and he cuts off my breathing for a second which throws me straight into another orgasm.

When I can see straight again, his hand slowly uncurls from my neck and it throbs in time with my pussy.

I let out a little whimper when he lifts me and slips from my needy pussy.

“Dray.” I don’t even know what I am asking for at this point, but he obviously does. He pushes me forward with a hand on the middle of my back, none too gently, until I tumble onto my hands and knees.

“I’ve got you, I’ve always got you,” he whispers into my ear before biting down my back until I arch and push back my ass, needing him inside of me again.

I hang my head as I feel him move behind me, he lines up, and with no warning, pushes inside me again.

Reaching forward, he trails his hand across my arse and up my back before wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling until I am stretching my neck.

He keeps me there on the edge of pain and pleasure as he starts to move.

Slow at first, then speeding up until he is hammering into me with every thrust and I have to throw a hand out and grip the wall of weapons to stop from falling.

My nipples tighten painfully as that feeling starts to build again, and I push back until we find a hard and fast rhythm.

“Fuck.” I hear him grunt out before a cold wet finger probes at my arse. I freeze a little and quick as a snake, he leans into me and bites my left shoulder, making me clench around him.

“Behave,” he commands before running his finger back around my other hole. I can’t stop the little whimper that escapes my lips and slowly he enters me, stretching me deliciously, still running that line of pain and pleasure. Like a knife’s edge.

When he adds a second finger and slowly starts to pull them out before slamming them back in, I am lost. His hand in my hair, his cock buried deep in me, and his fingers fucking my ass, it’s too much and I explode, crying out.

I hear him roar before he thrusts into me twice more before stilling, his cum lashing inside me.

My body is like jelly, well fucked and tired, so I tumble forward into the carpet, turning my head so I can breathe.

He follows me down, laying on my back, his softening cock still inside of me.

We both lay there until we catch our breath. I can’t help but shiver when he leaves a soft gentle kiss on my shoulder and groans before pulling out of me.

“Fucking hell, you are amazing soulmate,” he says hoarsely.

I close my eyes with a soft smile, but they fly open when I am scooped up into his arms. I offer him an arched eyebrow look and he grins madly before striding out of the armoury and over to the bed.

He throws me into the middle where I bounce once before settling in.

Watching me with a soft look in his eyes, he crawls up the bed like an animal and settles in next to me, spooning me from behind until I am warm and so fucking tired.

Just as I start to fall asleep, I am sure I hear a whispered ‘I love you, soulmate. ’ But that must just be my imagination.

I don’t know what wakes me up, but when I do, I find myself curled up on Dray’s chest as he holds me to him, snoring softly as he sleeps.

I don’t think I have ever seen him sleep.

Unwilling to disturb him, I slip off his chest and out of the bed.

I freeze when he turns over, cuddling his pillow, I figured he would wake up.

Someone like him would be a light sleeper, but he doesn’t, so I grab my clothes and weapons and slip from the room and into the hallways, quickly getting dressed.

When I am there, I stop and stare at all the closed doors.

I guess I should find my men, but I don’t know where they are.

I debate my options when a door opens and Maxen slips out, looking fully awake and still half dressed.

I lean back against the wall and smile as I watch him.

He doesn’t even notice me, a frown on his face as he walks towards the end of the corridor where I am.

His head snaps up and he stares at me, the frown disappearing and a smile flirting on his lips.

“Where were you going?” I tease.

He grins and stops in front of me, looking down. “To find you,” he admits, looking sheepish.

“Why?” I ask, placing my hand on his chest, when I do, he closes his eyes before smiling again.

“I needed to see you were okay, I guess I am so used to being by your side that I don’t know how not to be,” he whispers .

“I know what you mean, I missed you too,” I admit, and he opens his eyes.

“Will he mind if I steal you for the night? We don’t know what will happen tomorrow, so tonight stay with us?” he asks, gripping my hand over his heart.

“Okay,” I whisper back, and he quickly tugs on my hand, pulling me along to the door he came from before pulling me inside. When I get there, I see all my men––apart from Dray––lounging around, still fully awake.

“Let’s go back to how it was. We will get you drunk until we pass out. Sound good?” Maxen asks from behind me.

“Sounds perfect,” I say and they all look up from the table and grin when they spot me, various looks of happiness on their handsome faces. Sands below, what did I do without them?