“What?” I ask. “You’d just rip into it like a bear? Likerarr-rarrwith your teeth?” I’m joking around.
He frowns. It’s here I realize that it’s precisely what he would do.
“I don’t mean that like—”
There’s no sound but the sizzling of the fish. “Yes, I rip into it like a bear. Very much like a bear.”
I hurt his feelings. Fuck.
He twists some weedy leafs between his fingers. Seasoning the fish.
I realize the bandage I put on his shoulder gash is long gone. “I should look at your shoulder wound.”
He gazes up at me like,really?
“I’m just saying.”
“You should be making yourself ready for me under there.”
“What if I don’t? You can’t just be like, ‘I fed you, now I fuck you.’”
He studies my face, expressionless and savage. “You’re mine now, Nurse Ann.” He says it like this all is a concept I’m not grasping.
“Kiro—”
He turns back to his task. “If you don’t make yourself ready, then I’ll make you ready.”
He concentrates on the fish. I can smell it cooking. It smells good. I suppose I’m hungry, somewhere deep down, but all I can do is look at his cock. Big and wild and beautiful like him.
And he’s painted in mud. This beautiful, feral youth. I look at him, and I feel awe. Gratitude. Heat.
I look at him and I think,mine. Like he’s mine.
He sets two chunks of fish to the side to cool while he cooks another two.
He goes through the same process with this piece of fish.
When he deems the fish done, he stacks the pieces on the pie-sized tin that goes in the set with the drinking tin. And stalks to me, gaze hot, massive chest rising and falling.
The fish smells unbelievably good.
“Stand.”
I stand, wrapped up tightly in my sleeping bag.
He sits down on the rock I was on and simply pulls me down onto his lap, nestling me into him. My arms are pinned inside the sleeping bag. But mostly I’m aware of the stone of his cock at my ass. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling it…really a lot.
“I need my arms.”
He puts his mouth to my ear. “I’ll feed you.”
“I can hold the fish and feed myself.”
He tightens his arm around me, keeping me cocooned in. “All you have to do is stay warm.”
He holds the fish with one hand and rips off a morsel. “Open.”
I turn my head. “I can feed myself.”