Page 19 of Marked for Extinction
“NO. We’re going to make it back,” I bit out.
We were a couple of miles out from the rendezvous point and about ten miles from Black Hollow. With much persistence, Katherine agreed to throw her arm around me and let me help take some of the weight off her injured leg.
By the time we covered the next mile, her normally mocha skin was looking pallid.
“When we make it back, we can’t tell anyone,” I prompted, huffing as her weight became heavier and heavier. Sweat dripped down the side of my temples but I gritted my teeth and kept moving forward.
“We can’t hide it forever, Vik. Someone is going to know. Someone is going to ask why I didn’t go to the doctor,” she rebutted. She visibly winced every time she put her weight down on her left leg. With a last minute decision, I led us out of the woods and onto a smoother dirt path to reduce the amount of uneven terrain.
Any hope I harbored wavered when she stumbled and fell to her knees, taking me with her. Quickly, I rummaged through my pockets for my medical supplies and pulled up her left pant leg. The wound was red, raw, and angry. The flesh was torn to shreds as if she kicked the vampire off mid bite.
Pulling one of my bandanas out of my back pocket, I used it as a bandage, tying it firmly around her wound to staunch the bleeding.
“They won’t find out,” I said with false confidence.
“Vik—”
“Katherine! We’re making it back. You, me and Angel.”
Our relationship started a couple of years back but they were the best years I had experienced in a world gone to shit. She became the love of my life quickly, taking over every part of my soul with her smiles and her willingness to put up with a stubborn jackass like me—a man who deserved nothing.
We made it back to the rendezvous point and collected one of the vehicles we left behind to ride back to Black Hollow. Ten miles turned into a short ten minutes as we pulled the vehicle behind some shrubbery to camouflage it.
Hints of the huts topside were visible from where we parked but I couldn’t bring myself to take us all the way. Gently easing Katherine out of the vehicle, we both slid down the side and rested quietly. I held her in my arms while the sun's brilliant rays continued to kiss and warm our cold skin as it peeked through the leaves overhead. We weren’t deep into the surrounding woods but deep enough to have a small semblance of privacy.
Katherine grabbed my hand until her knuckles lightened. How terrified must she be at this moment over what was soon to come. She, as well as I, knew what being a member of the resistance meant and the hazards. We sat there on the ground for a while with her head on my chest dreaming of a world that didn’t exist. Of growing old together and of us having children.
I gently grabbed her chin and tilted her head up for a soft kiss. Fear and lust intermingled as my hand began to creep under her shirt and explore her body, skin to skin. She mirrored the same desperate need as she leaned up and removed the fabric between us. I caressed her breast as she pulled my head down, silently asking me to stimulate her in other ways. I covered her nipple with my mouth, sucking and nipping, eliciting a delicious whimper from my wife.
She lifted my head with her hands and stared at me with eyes full of tears and fears we both shared. We both knew this would be the last time we would have together. No one could stop the inevitable.
“Make love to me one last time, my love,” she whispered with a shaky voice.
I slid us both down sideways, gently laying her onto the leaves beneath us. Slowly removing her boots for her, I carefully removed her pants without disturbing her wound too much. I watched as she arched her back, begging me to unite with her. I slid my tongue up the inside of her thigh until I made it between her legs. She moaned as I feasted and I felt like I was the one dying. Her hand slid behind my head, threading through my hair as she forced my face closer to her pussy. I did as commanded and drank from the nectar of the gods, digging my nails into her thighs while she stifled a cry of pleasure.
Her sweet release was a taste I would never forget. With one last teasing lick up to her clit, I climbed over her, unfastening my pants, letting my hard cock spring free. I let my shaft rub against her wet pussy as I slammed my mouth onto hers, letting her get drunk from tasting herself.
With primal need, we both got lost in one another as my hips grinded down against her swollen clit. Her lips traveled across my jaw and to my ear, nibbling on the lobe as I pulled my hips back and pushed inside of her. Her legs automatically wrapped around me, pulling me deeper.
I pulled back to look at her, interlocking our hands on either side of her head.
“Don’t ever forget me,” her voice cracked. A tear ran down her temple and it tore my heart in two.
I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to believe it or think about it. My hips pounded into her with a desperation I never knew. I rotated my hips deeper inside of her as her moans of pleasure got louder and louder, driving me to my own satisfying release.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
My dick pulsated torturously while I implanted my seed inside of her dripping pussy, our union out in the open for all to see. My body went limp on top of her, and she let out a soft chuckle. She rubbed the back of my head and whispered, “I love you, Vik.”
The cracks of my heart could probably be heard behind enemy lines. “I love you, too,” I croaked.
After a short period of peace, my mind was spinning. There was no cure, this was it. Shifting my body off and to the side of her, I kissed her again, holding her hand. Her lips were as soft as rose petals and I could have drowned in her brown eyes forever. We were both still panting from our tryst, but if these were our final moments together we would make them memorable.
She suddenly giggled, confusing me.
“Hope and Faith,” she said bluntly.
“What?”
