Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Oh, yes, Thor has woken up some kind of salty. I like it. I can feel the tension between them, and though I suppose it might get us all killed, it’s nice to not be the center of their attention for once.
Unfortunately, that state of affairs last approximately 0.2 seconds longer.
“You’re in a mood,” Drako observes. “Are you close to your cycle?”
Thor mutters something under his breath that I know would amount to fighting words if Drako heard them. Interesting, watching a massive, muscled warrior turn passive–aggressive because he hasn’t had his morning coffee, and won’t for a very long time.
“Suck his cock,” Drako says, turning to me, gesturing toward Thor.
“What?”
“Get down on your knees, open his pants, and wrap your mouth around his cock,” he says, breaking it down into steps as if my reason for objecting is just a general lack of understanding.
“You don’t have to do that,” Thor says to me.
“You don’t have to do it to him, but if you don’t do it with him, I’ll have you on your knees for me,” Drako says. “What will it be, Golden Boy? Do you want your cock sucked, or do you want to watch your girl service me?”
Thor narrows his eyes at Drako. “I’ll ask to fuck her mouth if I want to. She doesn’t have to give you everything you want every time you want it, either. She’s a free woman.”
“She’s not,” Drako says. “She never will be either. She’s got the temperament of someone who needs to be handled.”
Thor’s eyes narrow. “You might be right,” he says. “But women are their own people. They’re not toys for us to use.”
Drako laughs. “You think I think she’s a toy? No, Golden Boy. I know what she is. She’s a weapon. An animal. She needs to be trained with, and trained well, or she will turn on you, take off a limb or consume your fucking soul. The Vikar respect women. It is your people who do not.”
“Do explain that shit,” Thor says, immediately offended. He really hates any insinuation he is not the good guy. Drako is already exploiting that. I wonder if Thor knows how easily he is manipulated?
“You think women are weak and need to be protected.”
“Our crew had plenty of women on it. I don’t think they’re weak. I just don’t think they deserve to be treated like animals or objects.”
“You deal with her your way. I’ll deal with her mine. We will see which of us has more success.”
“I’m not sucking your dick,” I tell Drako. “I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”
I go and sit next to Thor, knowing that he will not make me service Drako, and knowing that Drako isn’t going to risk injury just for a little morning delight. He is a piece of work, that man. He doesn’t think he is doing anything wrong in giving me such intimate commands. Where he comes from, men get to do that. What a fucking barbarian he is.
Breakfast puts us all in a better mood. There’s not enough really, but Thor portions the eggs and meat out evenly, and refuses to take extra of mine when I offer them to him.
“Now’s not the time to be a gentleman,” I tell him. “You need this more than me.”
“You need your strength too,” he says. “Now eat up.”
“Look at the two of you, playing civilized. I can’t wait to see that evaporate,” Drako says, because he’s a jerk, and jerks like to say incendiary things just to piss people off.
“Maybe we’ll rub off on you,” I say. “Maybe you’ll turn into a better person.”
“There’s one thing you can rub,” Drako says.
I roll my eyes. “Now you just sound like a horny teenage boy,” I say. “Not really giving fearsome jarl right now.”
I know how to argue with dickheads. That’s kind of my special talent. So if Drako wants to get verbal, he’s fucked. If he decides to get physical, then I’m fucked.
He smirks at me as I lean back behind Thor just a little, using him as a human shield.
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble,” he says casually. “But I’ll tend to it later. We should get moving. We need to put more distance between ourselves and the feeding site.”
Hearing him call his camp ‘the feeding site’ puts a cold chill right down my spine. Drako has adjusted to the loss of his people very, very quickly. Or he’s hiding his trauma very, very well. I have heard tales of how the Vikar raise their offspring, and I bet they’re all good at forcing them to eat trauma.
Thor agrees and we all stand up. I’d say we pack up camp, but we don’t have a lot of stuff. Thor has some things scavenged from the ship, and I wish we could go back and get some more, but I know that’s obviously too dangerous. Maybe. Probably. Really want to go back to that ship.