Chapter Nine

Kyra's POV

I'm lying on my stomach, my hands slightly hugging my pillow, completely wiped out. I'm having the most surreal dream. Someone is massaging my back. The massage is becoming more intense…is that possible? One part of me knows that I should wake up, the other part doesn't want too. In the end the first side wins. I allow myself to wake up, but I keep my eyes closed. You learn that in slam. To sleep half awake, just in case. I learnt that the hard way.

I can smell you, and you're all you, Riddick. It's a very distinct kind of smell, all male. Riddick? Of course it's you, there's no one else on this beast. So I wasn't dreaming. Voluntarily my lips start to tug themselves into a smile, but I quickly stop them. I can feel the weight being shifted on the bed. What are you doing now big guy? Great, I can't tell exactly where you are but I know that you're close. You, on the other hand, probably know I'm already awake.

"I'm keeping the ship."

What the fuck? That makes no sense. I open my eyes. You're crouched on the floor staring at me at eye level. Do you ever blink?

"What are you getting at Baldy?" I really am sleepy so the sentence comes out a little slurry.

"I'm keeping the ship." You repeat it as if the second time I hear it, I'll understand what the fuck it means.

"Am I supposed to have full knowledge of your own little code system, shit head? Cause I don't!" What? I'm cranky.

"We won't need to be ship jumping."

"Never knew that was a possibility," I mumble.

"Now you know."

"Fabulous." I can't help but keep the sarcasm out of my voice. I turn my head to the other side so that I won't have to face you. Ow. My neck still hurts. Suddenly I feel your hands on my neck. They're light, and they're moving in small circles. Feels good.

'Baldy?"

Your hands dig into my neck a little. Shit. Point taken.

"Riddick?"

"Humph?"

"You're touching me again."

You whisper into my ear. "And?"

"And keep going, is all."

You're chuckling. I like the sound of your chuckle. I groan as your hands move down my back and up under my shirt. I can hear a tearing sound.

"No fucking way! Tell me you didn't just rip my shirt!"

"You have others."

I try to move but you hold me in place. This is going to go slowly, I just know it.

Your hands are running over my back. It feels really good. You're working on the muscles in my back, stretching them. It hurts a little, but the overall feel is –

Interesting position you moved into big guy. Straddling me like that, sitting on my ass. You bend forward and place your lips on my neck while your hands grab onto mine. Like I'm really going to move Riddick, I'm comfortable. Go as slow as you want Baldy. I can feel your teeth on my neck.

"Planning on biting me anytime soon, Riddick?"

You don't say anything. You just keep grazing my neck.

"Holy SHIT Riddick! You bit me. You actually fucking BIT ME! That hurts. Fuck Riddick, that's NOT what I had in MIND!" I'm screaming while trying to squirm myself into a better position. I can't move.

"Relax Kyra. You're mine now. I'm with you now, I'll always be with you."

With that you get up and walk out the door. What the fuck just happened? I get up, throw another shirt on and head to the full length mirror hanging on the wall. The bite mark is there. Just along the neckline, close to the shoulder. It's deep, but not deep enough to warrant stitches.

Does he think that this turned me on? Does he? I can see a shiv of his. Did he leave it behind on purpose? Think Kyra. Where is the other one? He must have it on him. Be prepared. I curl my fingers around the shiv and decide to go hunting.

"Riddick?" I'm not really expecting an answer. You probably can hear the anger in my voice.

I can make out you silhouette. You're standing calmly against the wall. I'm not stupid enough to throw the shiv at you again. I walk up and try to slice you where you bit me. You place one hand on my chest and shove me. I move back but quickly regain my balance. I curl my hands around the shiv tighter. Not again Riddick. I advance, looking for a kill shot. It's the only way.

You kick me in the stomach. That hurt but I'm not winded. I narrow my eyes as you just stand there. This time when I advance I manage to get close enough to give you a cut on your chest. Shit. It barely scratched the surface. Not good enough Kyra. You, however, are looking pleased now. Guess I impressed you. Suddenly you attack and all I can see are big hands coming towards me. I'm not going to let you win this time. Not again.

You win, again. Why do you have to pin me against the wall? You're holding both of my hands so I can't use them. I don't even know where the shiv is. I did feel pressure on my wrist, so I had to drop it. If it's on the floor, it's useless now.

"Kyra?" I'm staring into those shiny orbs of yours.

"What?" I spit out.

"You're bleeding."

"No shit, Riddick. You bit me."

"Not bleeding there," you say as your lips bend down and lick my wound, "but there." With that you release one of my hands to place your hand between my legs. I'm really still now. I understand. The animal has once again come out to play. I should be worried, but I'm not.

You lift your face to look at me. There is a little blood on your mouth. I'm adventurous enough. I tilt my head a little to the left and lick your lips, tasting my own blood. You smile and release my other hand. You're staring me in the eyes again. Those eyes are so…penetrating. They can make me feel weak or strong with just one look into them. You've stopped moving and are really still.

"What?" I say.

"Did you like it?"

"The taste of my own blood? No Riddick, I didn't." It's the truth.

"Why'd you lick it then?"

"For you," I shrug.

You nod and divert your eyes from me. You keep your eyes glued to the bite mark on my neck. There is a small scowl playing on your lips. Could you possibly be upset that I didn't like the taste of my own blood? Tough. I'm not like you Riddick, not completely anyway. In truth, I think I'm more like you than anyone else.

"I need to patch you up?"

"Not right away," I say. I can tell you want to continue this conversation.

You nod again. I can see that you are struggling with something.

"I like it." Your voice is so smooth and so deep. Not a shocker there Riddick, you liking blood, or, my blood to be exact.

"It's not what you think, Kyra."

Hell Riddick, I don't even know what to think at this moment. You sure are an animal. I mean, you bit me, now that's some deep shit.

"What are you thinking Riddick?"

"Sure you want to know?"

Am I? No. "Yes Riddick, say it."

"I wanted to mark you as mine. Forever. That way no one else can have you." You pause. I guess you do it just to let me think over what you've said.

"So now I'm yours?"

"You've always been mine…for me."

For you? A little bit cryptic, even for you Riddick.

"Come again?"

"You're mine now. You'll never be able to get rid of me."

Dark Riddick. Very dark. The idea of being a possession pisses me off a little, but I understand where you're coming from.

"Everything was taken from you, when you were little and even when you were older, everything was ripped from you?"

"Yes."

"Scared of a repeat?"

I get your full attention with that one word, scared. I have to know. Does the Riddick ever get scared? "What are you so afraid of Riddick?"

You're taking your time answering. I can see the change in you already. The animal is subsiding while your human side is gaining control.

"We need to talk."

"We are talking Riddick. What area of conversation did you have in mind?"

"Your Uncle."

"There's nothing to talk about. I hated him and got the opportunity to kill him. He's dead."

You're tracing a finger over the bite mark you gave me. You almost look like a child staring through the window of a candy store. I wonder what you were like as a child.

"He's alive."