Page 50 of Marked for Extinction
My mind flashed back to the Letos vampires we ran into in the mines. Thoughts of them putting their filthy hands on Inés made my blood boil. I was going to take the heads of all vampires that dared to cross me.
“You won’t be joining on any missions,” I confidently told her.
She stopped and pulled me back by our interlocking hands. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
I stared at her through my goggles for a few moments. I refused to see her battered and broken again. Never again. “You’re not fucking going on any missions against bloodsuckers. That’s what I said.”
“How the hell are you going to stop me when we get back home. Teams constantly go out. You’re not the only one who controls the groups, Vik.”
Vik. Always Vik.
Vik was weak.
I jerked her hand and pulled her until her body hit my chest. Her eyes widened and her cheeks changed to a pinker tinge, drawing my eyes to them.
“I’m the one who keeps you alive. Remember that,” I whisper, caught in everything that was Inés. I watched curiously as she bit her lip again, a tell tale sign of her nervousness around me. Good. She should be nervous. I didn’t control Reaper when he wanted to show up. He controlled me. I was merely a vessel for his death dealing.
“We kept each other alive, Vik.”
I scowled. She needed to understand that Vik was dead. He died in those dungeons.
“Inés, what did I tell you?”
“You’ve told me a lot of crazy shit,cabrón, most of it crazy. So what exactly are you talking about?” she spat.
I recognized the fact that her ire and attitude came out the more comfortable she was with me. I warmed me from the inside but the simple fact that her stupidity could get her killed, infuriated me.
“The Reaper keeps you alive. You need to start listening.”
She grabbed my mask and pulled it down to her face. “Vik, if you talk about that reaper shit, one more time—”
I growled and quickly grabbed both of her hands and locked them behind her. My heavy breathing fogged up my goggles as I continued to glare at her behind the mask.
“What the hell are you doing?” she gasped.
I transferred both her wrists to one hand as I removed the bottom mask, hanging it from one side.
Her eyes darted to my mouth and I gave in, slamming my lips on hers. She fought—initially. Soon, her struggles ceased and my restraint on her loosened. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer.
A sexual tension between had been brewing beneath the surface, disguised as our need for survival, our need to keep each other alive. I had to admit that even during my fury and emotions of hatred over what happened to us, my dick twitched when she was around and huddled close to me.
I was forever removed from society and humanity after what happened. And so was she. No one would be able to understand what we went through, not that I cared. They didn’t need to. I just needed her to not hate me. I just needed Inés to feel what I was feeling—because that was enough.
Our tongues danced and dueled as our breaths got caught in one another. That was, until she abruptly pulled back and turned her face away.
“What are we doing, right now?” she breathed.
“Whatever the fuck we want, Inés. And right now I want you.” I grabbed her chin and forced her face back to me, landing my lips on her again.
She whimpered and my dick strained against my pants. I needed this. I needed to feel alive again and only Inés was able to bring that out of me. The darkness threatened to consume me but she was the sliver of light I held onto.
She pushed away again and I growled. “We need to get back to camp. We need to make sure you’re checked out and you’re okay,” she whispered.
She quickly removed her arms around me and I mourned the loss of her body next to mine. Anger pumped through my veins as I watched her quickly walk ahead of me, determined to put a distance between us.
I chuckled and refastened my mask over my face.
She could think she had the power to get away from me. But I knew better. Her soul and mine were bound together through suffering and things beyond human comprehension.
