Sorry for the long wait!
This is Drake's Pov.
Warning: We know Drake's fantasies can become pretty graphic, so... There's a bit gore.
When they finished, Sam closed her eyes and sighed. She rolled on her side and fell asleep almost immediately
Watching her smooth naked back, Drake felt an arousing burst of heat reach his groin. He was briefly tempted to wake her up, to have a second round, but then he gave up
and sat almost motionless in bed.
Only his tentacle moved lazily, and Drake caressed it absently. He loved it: it made him feel powerful, almost more than Sam and Caine.
Drake reached out and ran with unusual delicacy a finger on Sam's back. He imagined to grab a knife, turn Sam on her stomach and cut that tanned skin in a perfect square.
Then another fantasy filled his mind: Sam with broken legs, forced in a wheelchair, with him in an isolated house, maybe near the sea.
Sam would need him, would have been so dependent. Only the thought of having that kind of total control on her aroused him and the temptation to just awake and fuck her
came back stronger. But at that moment he realized something that shocked him.
Drake didn't want her suffering.
Well, not a real, deep suffering
He liked to hear Sam's pained moans when he sank his teeth in her flesh. He liked to irritate her. But he also liked the way she looked at him when she thought he was
distracted. He liked the fact that she came back to him every time.
He studied her face. Sam was pretty.
She didn't have Diana's hot body or Astrid's fine traits, but in that moment, Drake wanted only her.
I wish she was more like me. He thought distractedly. Together they would have swept away that crazy Soren and his ridiculous telekinesis. Then the Fayz would belong to
them.
And he would have a lot of fun with Diana. A whole day, maybe. Sam could watch, if she wanted.
The girl beside him moved and interrupted his train of thoughts. Still sleeping, she turned towards him.
Drake felt a sudden rush of anger against her.
A desire to just end it, to slit her throat open. Why was he fantasizing about an impossible future?
She was just a fastidious weakness. He didn't need a weakness.
I'm sure that one day or another, somebody will use her against me. I should strangle her right now.
In that moment Sam opened her eyes. She stretched, revealing her lean naked body. She looked at him.
"For God's sake, Merwin. Why do you always…" Then she noticed his expression. "Are you okay?"
She would set me on fire, but probably I could kill her. I don't need a weakness.
He stared at her, motionless.
"Merwin?" She asked again, nervous.
I should smash her legs and make her my little pet.
"Are you okay?" She repeated.
I just want her to need me.
"Drake?" Then Sam reach out and gently caressed his cheek, in a soothing way. She had never done it before.
Drake grabbed her hand and throw it away. He straddled of her and blocked her hands with the tentacle, ignoring her groan of protest. Then he reached out until their faces
were a few inches away.
"One day." He whispered. "One day, I'll kill you, or you'll kill me. It's a promise. And... It will be amazing." He caressed her face, drinking her expression. "But for now…" He
kissed her lips. "For now…" He kissed her neck. "I just want..." He didn't need to finish the sentence.
Sorry for any grammar error!