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Jacob had a gun to her head when the wolves started to howl.
The steady drizzle around them had been picking up speed as he hunted her across the forest, but by the time he had cornered her, it was coming down heavily, and her clothes were soaked through. Dita had been thinking about how it was going to suck being sodden and dirty in the cages and her thoughts had been cut in two by the calling of numerous wolves in the distance.
There was a moment where he froze in front of her, and his eyes flicked to the source of the sound. Bracken and brush cracked around them.
“Are we surrounded?” Dita whispered.
Jacob looked back at her, pausing. “Not yet.”
“Safest route?” she murmured.
Another howl. Jacob’s jaw clenched. “South-west,” he decided. “C’mon, Deputy.”
“So you can cage me?” she scoffed.
More howling. “I could let ‘em eat ya.”
Thunder rumbled overhead. “Good point.” The howling came again, closer. “I know a safehouse. Kestrel Cabin.”
His eyes locked on hers. “Luring me into a trap?”
Dita picked up her gun and tucked it away. “Now who wants to get eaten by wolves?”
Jacob grunted. But skittering came from the underbrush, just close enough that the hairs on her arms stood up, and when she started running, so did he. The ground was already damp, and the rain poured heavier and heavier with every moment they spent crashing through bushes, until Dita’s boots were heavy with mud and the backs of her calves were filthy. In the gathering dusk, the ground became a hazard. When the lightning lit up the sky, it did nothing except blind them both for a minute.
“Can’t you call for backup?” Dita called to him as they reached the dirt road.
“Not in this weather,” Jacob shot back. The howling grew louder, and he growled, barely audible above the sound of the thunder.
“I thought you loved wolves!” she taunted, and caught his wilting glare over his shoulder.
“Not the word I would’ve used!” he yelled.
The cabin came into view despite the darkness. “This way!” she told him, waving him over.
“They’re gaining!” Jacob warned.
“I’m not gonna look behind me to check!” she snapped as they sped up, heading for the open gate of the cabin. The pack was hunting them, and they weren’t going to give up easily.
Jacob reached the gate first and was already pulling it shut when Dita slipped through, pulling her pistol out. A warning shot hit the ground just ahead of where the pack was, and one of the wolves yelped. She tore off towards the house, slamming shut the outside shutters as Jacob reached the front door. Redtail didn’t have many windows and the wolves were circling the fence when they were done. Dita darted inside, pulling the side door shut. The beam of light it let in was cut off immediately. They were abruptly locked inside a dark, lightless cabin. She reached out to flip the switch. Nothing.
Dita switched on her flashlight. Jacob glowed unnaturally in the bright little beam, wet with rainwater. She must’ve looked the same. She certainly felt like a drowned rat, with the way her clothes were stuck to her.
“I think the generator’s out,” she murmured. Despite how quiet she was, her voice sounded loud in the otherwise silent room.
“Great,” Jacob grunted. His eyes fell to her hip. “Now put down your gun and put your hands behind your back.”
“You’re going to tie me up?” she asked. “Seriously? There are wolves outside. If they somehow get in, you need an extra hand.”
“You said this was a safehouse,” he reminded her. “No reason for you not to shoot me.”
“Same logic,” she shot back. “If the wolves get in, I need you.”
The howling came again from outside. Jacob flinched, just a little. “Fine. You keep your gun, Deputy. But you shoot me, girl, you best aim for the head, because I’ll make it painful for you before I go if you try it.”
“Yeah, I got it,” she muttered, glancing around the room. She flicked the beam of light over the fireplace against the back wall. “Well, they left some wood for us, at least.”
One hand at a time she removed her gloves, keeping her light on the fireplace so Jacob could stack the logs and set them alight. She couldn’t help shivering.
The flames lit the room in an orange glow. He started shrugging off his camo jacket, and Dita was glad it was dark because in the backlit warmth of the fire, the way his t-shirt clung to him was way too obvious. He wasn’t perfectly defined like a model; he was bulky, thickly built like a man his age and occupation would be. Dita clicked off her flashlight, setting it aside along with her bag by the table.
The howling came from outside, just as thunder rolled over them. Jacob visibly stiffened. Suddenly, she remembered his story about Miller, and the way the two of them were hunted by a pack back in Afghanistan. Despite everything Jacob had done, being reminded of what could’ve been the worst night of his life must’ve sat heavily on him.
Dita shivered again, and started to strip off, tossing her clothes over a chair. The sound of a belt jingling and fabric rustling behind her made her ears prick, but she didn’t turn around until she was just in her underwear, glancing around for the bathroom to see if-
Jacob was buck fucking naked as he draped his wet clothes over the bathtub, and she turned around again before her eyes dropped to his crotch. Her face burned.
“You wanna warn someone before you stand around in the all-together?” she muttered.
“Your panties are soaking wet, Deputy.” Jacob stepped across the room. “If you think keeping that on is going to stop you from getting hypothermia, I guess I scrambled your brain a little too hard.”
“Your proudest moment.” She waited for him to leave the bathroom before making her way toward it, her back to him the whole time. There was a clean towel hanging up on the rack, and she pulled her sodden underwear off before wrapping herself in it, still shivering. “Surprised you haven’t tried calling someone.”
Jacob paused, then picked up his handset. “Wolf to Vet Centre, come in, over.”
“Jacob?....you….static…storm…call…reach…dark…ok?”
The garbled, staticy transmission made her teeth itch. “I guess that makes sense.”
“Attagirl.” He tossed the handset down. “By all means, try and call your little Whitetail buddies, but I doubt you’ll be able to get through to them.”
Dita sat down on the couch, leaning towards the fire. “We’re surrounded by a pack of wolves during a summer thunderstorm. That sounds like a recipe for disaster.”
He took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, though it wasn’t huge. There was a small space between them, and Dita pulled her feet up and across it before tucking them underneath her. The smell of woodsmoke and the crackle of burning wood filled the room.
“I’m shocked you haven’t tried to shoot me,” Jacob said after a moment.
Dita glanced over at him. His eyes were on the flames, yellow in the light. “Are you asking me to?”
His lips parted to answer. Rolling thunder and wavering howls cut him off, and he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. “You’ve got a reputation, is all. And after what I did to your little buddy? Thought it’d be shoot on sight.”
She watched him for a moment. “I can mercy-kill you if that gets worse.”
His eyes met hers. “If what gets worse?”
“Your grounding technique, what is it?” she asked.
Those pale eyes narrowed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’ve done seven years of study in my field of psychology,” Dita told him, her voice gentle. “Part of my work in Hope County is a placement so I can do psych eval for cops and military vets. Do you have a grounding technique?”
“Just my luck I got stuck with the shrink.” Jacob ran his hands through his hair. “Can’t use my grounding technique in here with you. I don’t want to spend the next hour fighting you off.”
“Of course your grounding technique is the thing that makes people go crazy,” Dita muttered. “Ok. Talk to me, then.”
He snorted. “About what, exactly?”
She leaned back, shrugging. “Anything. You. Your brothers. What you like to do.”
“You don’t care, do you?” Jacob drawled. “Why are you trying to play nice with me, Deputy? It’s suspicious.”
“You can think whatever you want about me.” Dita looked at him again. “I don’t like to watch people suffer when I can help.”
“Oh, you’re just a big damn hero, ain’t ya?” he growled.
Dita glanced over at where her flashlight had been left on the table, and slid off the couch to grab it, heading over to the kitchenette. It didn’t take her long to find the bottle of bourbon in a cupboard, and she brought it back over. “Don’t tell anyone I did this or they’ll take away my license,” she told him as she unscrewed the top. “We’re gonna play Truth or Drink.”
At least he didn’t look so focused on the sounds outside. “Congratulations on luring me into your deathtrap to poison me, Deputy Bachchan. Don’t know how you orchestrated all this, but I gotta give points for preparation.”
Rolling her eyes, Dita took a swig from the bottle. It burned and she winced, sitting down. “There, convinced that this isn’t some elaborately designed plan that I came up with to lure you out here and kill you?”
“Right.” He pulled the bottle off her and took a short drink. “Let’s play a drinking game in a cabin in the woods with wolves hungrily circling the boundaries.”
“It’s a great idea.” She sat up. “You can ask me first, my treat.”
Jacob snorted. “Sure, Deputy. Your treat.” He paused, glancing her over. “Why haven’t you shot me yet, huh?”
I have a master plan that involves you all surviving. “You have a great ass.” She shrugged. “Would be a shame to take it out of the world.”
“I thought it was Truth or drink,” Jacob drawled. “C’mon, girl. Try again.”
Sighing, Dita reached out for the bottle. Jacob handed it over, and she took a drink, wincing.
“Your turn,” she told him. “What’s Joseph want me for?”
“Hmm.” Jacob leaned against the couch. “He said that he saw you walk into Eden with us when the Collapse came.”
Her brow furrowed. “That’s it?”
“My turn,” he reminded her. “Where’s the Wolf’s Den?”
Dita drank again. “Nice try.” She held out the bottle to him. “Truth. Why haven’t you shot me yet? You could kill me easily.”
He waved the bottle away. “Joseph’s got plans for you, Deputy. Who am I to go around ruining them for him?”
"No reason, you're just the big brother and I'm surprised you don't kick back against him as much as John does," Dita said.
That got a low chuckle out of him, and it set something odd off in Dita's stomach that she didn't want to think about. All the Seeds were unfairly hot, but Jacob and Rachel in particular had made it into her wet dreams. Still, just because they were sat in the darkness trying not to think about the hungry wolves outside, they weren't suddenly friends.
"Johnny doesn't like being told what to do." Jacob glanced her over again. "Your turn. What are you doing up here?”
Dita frowned. “Up here?”
“In the mountains.” Jacob shrugged. “You spent weeks in the Henbane and didn’t come out until Faith was dead, but here you are, leaving the people of Hope County at the mercy of my baby brother. I didn’t think you left the region until the bodies were cold.”
She paused, leaning back against the couch. “I needed a fight that wouldn’t land me with your brother. No offense, but I think he’s into me and the feeling isn’t mutual.”
“Aww, Deputy, you flatter me.” Jacob’s lips quirked into a humourless smirk. “You gettin’ cold feet on my baby brother? And you run up here to see me?”
“Nope, that’s two questions,” she handed him the bottle, “so it’s your turn. Who am I killing?”
He paused as his fingers wrapped around it. “You haven’t guessed yet?”
“Drink or answer the question,” Dita told him.
Jacob drank. “I thought Johnny would’ve been your type,” he said, and wiped his lips with a thumb. “He’s the pretty boy.”
“John took my shirt off without asking,” she replied. “He lost his chance then.”
"Yet we're three Trials in and you still think I have a nice ass," Jacob pointed out. "I didn't put that thought there."
"You didn't have to, I was thinking it before we even met," she snorted. "Anyway, are you gonna ask me a question?"
His eyes met hers, and for a moment he paused, humming. "How'd you dispose of Faith? The priestesses never found her body."
"Trade secret," Dita replied. Can't exactly blurt out that I spared her life and she's probably making out with Sharky right now.
"You're terrible at your own game, girl," Jacob drawled. "You drink or you answer, those were the rules."
Dita drank. Her body was warm, and as she lowered the bottle, she felt her skin prickle under the pale gaze of Jacob's eyes. It made her feel hunted, and she wasn’t sure why her body seemed to enjoy it so much. "I thought the Faiths were replaceable. So why do you care about her body?"
Jacob shrugged. "All the other Faiths failed Joseph somehow, but this one was a casualty in war. He wanted something to give last rites to."
"So I assume he's training up the next one," she mused.
"Ah-ah. I ask the next question." Jacob ran a hand through his hair. "Did you burn her?"
"No." Dita grinned. "Is Joseph training a replacement Faith?"
"No." Jacob watched her. "Dump her in the lake?"
"No." She tapped her lip. "Why isn't he training a replacement?"
"Collapse is here, and he's got other things on his mind," he replied. "Bury her somewhere?"
"Nope." Dita curled a strand of hair around her finger. "You feeling better now?"
Jacob drank. "Just be glad I don't have anyone to tell about this."
"What, being locked in with the dreaded Deputy Bachchan?" Dita teased. "I'm sure your brothers would love to hear this story."
"You're overestimating your own abilities, Deputy," he sighed. "You're just a little girl who knows how to run fast. And when you get caught, you break just like the others."
Dita's breath caught, and in the silence between the crackle of the fire and the roll of the thunder, it felt loud enough to break glass. "Well shit," she breathed. "All right."
His eyes burned her. "Really, Deputy? You want me to break you?"
"Nooooo." Dita sat up. "But your voice does things to me and I'm not ashamed to admit it."
"Huh." Jacob scratched his jaw. "So, every radio call you were diving into the bushes to get some privacy?"
"I thought it was my turn to ask a question," she whispered.
"You wanna keep playin' the game, girl?" Jacob drawled. "Sure, ask away."
Her mouth went dry. "Do you wanna fuck me even though we're enemies and this is dangerous to start with?" Dita blurted out.
Jacob screwed the lid back on the bottle and set it down behind the couch, away from the fire. "Thought you'd never ask."
Dita had half a breath to try and point out that technically this wasn't her asking for his consent, and then he was on top of her, his mouth pressing to hers. He tasted like bourbon but she liked the way he moaned when she flicked her tongue along his lips. Her eyes fluttered shut. She let her legs fall open so he could settle between them, with the towels the only thing keeping them apart.
"Can I take your clothes off, Deputy?" Jacob panted, hands skimming up her outer thighs.
“You didn’t need to ask,” Dita gasped.
“Johnny lost his shot by not asking nicely,” Jacob pointed out as he yanked her towel open, and those pale eyes dragged down her body. His tongue ran over his teeth.
“You really look like you’re about to eat me alive and it’s kinda hot,” she admitted, her voice heavy, hands sliding over his waist to untuck the towel from where it wrapped around him.
“That so?” Jacob lifted his hips long enough to let the towel fall, and when they settled back against her, his cock was hard and pressing against her clit. “Between this and the way you gasped when I talked about breakin’ ya, girl…”
Her voice wavered around a soft cry. “I have- a thing for danger,” she managed, “and- and you’re pretty fucking dangerous, Jacob Seed.”
A low laugh buzzed against her mouth as he kissed her again, his hands skimming up her body to cup her breasts. The cool metal of his tags dragged against her and left her shivering, but it didn’t put her off grasping his shoulders and pushing up to press closer to him. His tongue pushed into her mouth, still tasting a little of alcohol, and Dita couldn’t help wondering if that was the only reason why he was sleeping with her.
“You like knowin’ I could snap your neck without breakin’ a sweat?” He kissed her jaw. “That I got twenty ways of killin’ you if I wanted to? That you couldn’t do shit if you wanted to stop me from tryin’?”
Heat blossomed like a sick little flower in her core and Dita exhaled, the sound heavy when it left her. “M’not sure if you fucked me up like this or…”
Teeth scraped along her neck, pulse fluttering underneath them as Jacob’s hips rolled along hers, cock stroking into her clit. “I take full responsibility for that, girl.”
“You know, I really like the way it sounds when you say that,” she groaned, pushing her breasts up into his hands.
“Yeah?” He pinched her nipples to make her squeak, rolling them slowly. “Ain’t you just a treat, Deputy.”
“Dita,” she found herself telling him breathlessly, “my name’s Dita.”
“I know what your name is, little girl.” Jacob licked the spot where his teeth had been, and one hand slid away from her breast as he started to nip and kiss down her clavicle. His fingers wrapped around his cock. “You don’t need to tell me.”
“Was kinda hoping you’d- oooh,” Dita broke off as his mouth sucked at her nipple, “you’d say it, actually!”
For a moment, Jacob didn’t respond. His lips were wrapped around the stiff little peak as he gripped himself firmly and started to rub the tip of his cock against her clit. Up and down, round and round, each burst of pleasure like hot-cold flushes in her belly that made her keen. Precum smeared against her, and he briefly dipped the length down to her folds to gather her own slick before he went back to plying the soft, wet head along that sensitive little nub until Dita was shaking. Her nails dug into his shoulders, fingers flexing every time he pinched her, coinciding it with a strong pull of his lips against her breast until it was getting to be too much to take.
Already. Dita fell back against the couch, panting as a coil tightened in her core. Even as he switched it up, angling himself to rub up against her folds before returning to her clit, it wasn’t enough to truly break the building heat between her thighs. She thanked whatever god was out there that the alcohol hadn’t given Jacob whiskey dick.
Hell, between the two of them, how much had they even had?
Jacob’s hands suddenly moved, the left hand grabbing his cock to keep up the teasing to her clit as the other pushed two thick fingers inside her and slowly fucked her on them. Dita’s back arched, and her nails scraped at his shoulders as the coil cinched tight.
“Fuck!” She was so close - “-holy fuck Jacob please I’m gonna-!”
His tongue swirled over her nipple, teasing it as he pressed the slick tip of his cock against her clit, rubbing up against it. Dita let out a noise, helpless and desperate and half formed, just as he switched again to rub her clit with his left thumb. Dita’s thighs pressed hard against his waist when she came, her eyes squeezing shut. They tried to close around his hands, but Jacob slid his fingers free and thrust into her, all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion so that the rest of her orgasm was ridden out on his cock.
And the noise he let out when she clamped down around him rumbled in his chest like the thunder outside, his mouth moving to the curve of her jaw as his body pressed against hers.
“You want me to break you, girl?” Jacob asked, wet fingers gripping her knee.
Eyes fluttering open, Dita should’ve had alarm bells ringing in her mind. But apparently her survival instincts were busted, maybe somewhere between now and the time she’d had sex with Rachel on top of a dredge in bright sunlight.
“Please,” she gasped out, reaching to pull him in for a kiss.
“All right.” He didn’t let her have that kiss, though; he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head as he fucked into her, hips slapping hard against hers. “See how long it takes ya, huh?”
Being pinned under him like this should’ve set off her fight or flight, should’ve terrified her, but Dita was a little too buzzed and turned on to care. Somehow, being at the mercy of Jacob fucking Seed of all men had really jumped to the forefront of ways she’d like to spend her evenings. Not two weeks ago he’d shoved her in a cage and made her do a bunch of Trials, and now here he was with his dick in her.
And oh god did it all feel good. Her hands clenched into fists as his body rocked into hers, hard and rapid and making her toes curl. The thick pubic hair at the base of his cock teased her clit. She bit her lower lip, eyes closed again.
“Nu-uh, little girl,” a thumb pushed at her lips, opening them, the pad pressing down on her tongue to get her to suck, “keep ‘em open.”
Whining, Dita forced herself to look up at him, and if she hadn’t been turned on before, the look in his eyes would’ve been enough to get her going by itself. Something about it made her clit pulse, and she swirled her tongue around his thumb, bobbing her head just a little.
Jacob groaned. “What the damn hell have I been doin’ leavin’ you in a cage this whole time?” The thumb slid out of her mouth and his fingers dragged down her stomach, thumb pushing between her folds to rub against her clit.
“Ohfuck Jacob!” Dita yelped, twisting against him, her heel digging into his back.
“Fuck, Deputy.” His voice was ragged, and he pressed up against her, somehow getting deeper inside her. “You really sayin’ my name like that, huh.” His fingers flexed against her wrists. “Sayin’ it like you know me.”
“What the hell,” Dita’s thighs squeezed him, “am I f-fucking meant to call you then, what else am I supposed to say?!”
His teeth found her jaw, lips brushing her ear. “You don’t wanna use insults on me, huh? You just wanna say my name?”
Between the deep strokes of his cock that nudged against her sweet spot and the wet flick of his thumb on her clit, Dita was losing it to the gathering throes of another orgasm. “You,” her head fell back, “quit the fucking mind games, oh, just talk to me, have a fucking c-conver-s-sation!”
“For someone who hates me, little girl,” Jacob’s thumb rubbed faster, “you sure like my name a lot. Sounds real good when you say it, you know that? All fucked-out and breathless, and it breaks sometimes when I fuck ya a little harder.”
“And what the hell,” oh god, she was gonna come again, “a-am I meant to call you, sir?”
Jacob’s cock throbbed, right up against her sweet spot, and Dita was thinking of filing those thoughts away for later when she came hard. Hands twisting in his grip, her hips bucked frantically, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him into her like somehow she could take him deeper. Tears clumped in her lashes as she did her best to keep her eyes open the way he’d wanted her to.
“Oh fuck,” she sobbed, even as the feeling of him fucking her got to the point of too much, need it to stop, and she bit down on her lower lip to ground herself through it. “Jacob, Jacob, please please please!”
His thumb came off her clit and he gripped her jaw. “Please what, little girl?”
“Please will you hurry up and cum in me, it’s too much, I can’t take it anymore!” Dita whined. “Please, Jacob, please just cum!”
His mouth covered hers as a low, heavy growl buzzed through his chest to vibrate into hers. Maybe he hadn’t been done before, but her begging did it for him, and his cock twitched rapidly as the hand that had been on her jaw grabbed her shoulder. His lips pulled away from hers long enough for her to catch a muffled, almost strangled “oh” from him, and his eyes screwed tightly shut. His forehead pressed against hers. Hips rocking reflexively, Jacob rode out his orgasm with a rough kiss that made her cheeks burn somehow, despite everything they’d done already.
The room finally fell silent. The fire was burning lower, but still crackling away as Dita lay on the couch, sweaty and messy with Jacob Seed’s cum.
What the hell was that? What did I just do?
Jacob slowly released her wrists, panting against her jaw as he let go of her shoulder. The metal tags around his neck were damp with their sweat and warm from where their bodies had been so close together. Dita closed her eyes as she slid her hands underneath him, between him, and she’d meant to drape them protectively over herself, but one ended up folding over her belly, and the other started playing with the cord of his rabbit’s foot, curling it around her fingertip. She wasn’t sure why.
Jacob nosed along her cheek. “Hey, Deputy.”
Dita looked up. “Hmm?”
“You wanna keep playing Truth or Drink?” he drawled.
Dita couldn’t help snorting, hand on her mouth. “You know I found that unopened, right? I don’t even know how much we had.”
“Not enough to give me trouble.” Jacob shrugged. His eyes met hers. “Or are you gonna tell me you felt like I had some kinda whiskey dick?”
Dita licked her lips. “Jacob, if that was you with whiskey dick, I’m fucking you when you’re sober next time.”
His mouth twitched at the corners. “Good to know there’s gonna be a next time.”
She rolled her eyes. “What do you want me to say, huh? You were fantastic? That you boned me without equal?”
“Only if you mean it,” Jacob sighed.
She licked around her teeth. “I’ve never fucked a guy who was trying to kidnap me before, so if you want that to be the comparison, then yeah, without equal.”
“You never know, keep this shit up and I might find another use for ya,” he drawled. “No cage necessary for that.”
“Oh honey,” she cooed, “one hit and you fall in love with me? You flatter me, Jacob. And after everything we’ve thrown at each other…”
“You’re the one beggin’ me to ‘please cum in you because you can’t take it any more’,” he pointed out. “You’re the one risking baby-trapping me.”
“I can see the news going out already,” Dita snorted. “We can have a spring wedding once the baby comes.” Her eyes met his. “I should probably clean up, though. UTIs are a bitch.”
“Mhmm.” He slid out of her, cum dripping along her thighs and then over her stomach as he hovered above her. “Sure thing.”
Dita couldn’t help the strange lurch in her stomach when their eyes met, but she rolled out from underneath him and headed for the bathroom, unable to shake it.
There was a gentle rumbling noise outside when Dita stirred.
Her head was fine; apparently she hadn’t drunk as much as she’d thought. Though with the amount of sweat she’d lost from… how many times they’d gone at it, she was surprised that she wasn’t feeling more dizzy.
From the light she could see coming through the cracks in the shutters, it was still early, and Dita did her best to slowly turn her head and glance over her shoulder, just to check.
It was exactly what she’d thought. Jacob Seed was asleep behind her, laying on his back with both hands crossed over his chest. She could see a few red scrapes along his shoulders from her nails. His breathing seemed even; he looked like he was in a deep sleep. When she shifted, his eyelid twitched, but he didn’t move. Which was good, because she wanted to be gone before he had a chance to take her back to the Veteran’s centre.
Dita slowly slid one leg out from underneath the covers until her foot braced against the floor. She slowly pulled herself out from beneath the covers, watching the sleeping Herald the whole time. She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up on the side furthest from the door, but now she hoped that the floorboards didn’t creak, because she couldn’t remember much about how they’d ended up in bed last night.
Last night.
Having sex with Rachel after she’d changed sides and they were both revved up had been one thing. Jacob hadn’t changed sides at all. She was under no illusion that he would let her go after this. And still she’d fucked him, repeatedly, on the couch and in the bed, until they’d passed out next to each other.
Dita shook herself out of it, and crept over to the door, testing the handle. It swung open quietly. She tried to shut it just as quietly, very aware that it was dark inside the cabin still. Only a few streaks of pale light could make it through the cracks in the shutters, and she hunted around for her flashlight, finding it next to her bag, same as it had been last night. With a gentle click it lit up the room, and she set it down, heading for the bathroom to retrieve her clothes. They were a little stiff but no longer soaked through, and she felt better for having them on.
She sat down on the couch to get her boots on, trying to keep as quiet as possible as she laced them up. It was hard not to think about what had happened on this very couch, but she was doing her best, because if she stopped to dwell on it, she’d remember it all in explicit detail and start wondering what the fuck she had done.
Sleeping with Jacob Seed had not been high on her list of priorities. Hell, it should’ve never happened. Because now she was going to be able to know what he looked like under those clothes when he put her through her next mind-breaking torture Trial, and nothing would change. He wouldn’t be defecting, not for this.
Dita let out a heavy sigh into her hands, then stood up and grabbed her bag, heading for the front door. The handle rattled. She cursed under her breath. Of course it was locked.
“You were just gonna run out without saying goodbye?”
She almost tripped on her own feet, she spun around so fast to find the source of the voice. And there Jacob stood, naked as he leaned against the bedroom doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Well,” Dita fumbled on the words, “we had a great time last night, Jacob, but I didn’t wanna impose on you and I’m sure you’re busy, so I thought it would be best if-”
“It’s still stormin’, girl. We can’t go anywhere.” He was striding across the room towards her. “You usually run out of bed like this?”
“Yeah,” Dita blinked, because she didn’t know what was happening right now, “why? Are you- Did you wanna go again or something?”
“Would’ve been a nice way to start the morning,” he pointed out, reaching the door. “Unless it was that bad last night and you just didn’t wanna tell me.”
“Oh,” heat curled in her core, “that is not at all what was going on there, no, last night was- amazing, and I meant it when I said you were without equal, but I really do have a lot of shit to do, and-”
His hand pressed against the door. “You can hear the thunder and the rain, same as me. Your little errands can wait.”
He was buck naked, dick half-hard, he wasn’t armed, he didn’t even have the fucking music box, and Dita was fully clothed with her pistol and weapons and she felt utterly powerless in front of him.
Her whole body screamed in heat at the feeling.
“Are you trying to keep me here for the Trial or are you- did you genuinely enjoy fucking me last night?” Dita found herself asking.
Jacob’s brow rose, and then he laughed. “Did I enjoy fucking you last night? Is that what’s on your mind, girl? You’re worried I wasn’t having fun when I buried my dick in you and fucked you until you begged me to cum in you?”
Her cheeks burned. “You- hate me.”
His fingers caught her jaw. “You’re an irritating little shit,” he told her, “and you’re a useful tool for your purpose. But I don’t hate you, girl.”
“You flatter me,” she drawled, her eyes meeting his. And god but she was struck by him as she gazed into the icy pale of his irises.
Jacob Seed was hot. He was beaten up and he was a mess and he was awful and it made her burn whenever she looked at him. Whenever she was in his presence. Whenever he pressed up against her like this, which Dita was starting to enjoy way more than was sane. And she was just going to have to deal with that, because as awful as it was, it made her weak in the knees, and she was craving more of it right now.
Her lips parted. Her mouth felt dry. She licked her lips, pressing them together.
“Cat got your tongue, girl?” Jacob murmured.
“I wanna fuck you again,” she whispered.
“And here you were worrying that I hated you,” he cooed. “Ok, girl. But do you want it because you want it or because you don’t wanna do a Trial?”
“I want it because you’re really hot,” Dita’s heart was thudding in her chest, “and if I’ve only got a short time left, I wanna spend some of it with your dick in me.”
Jacob made a conceding face. “Hardly gonna turn that down.” His hands moved to the straps of her shirt and bra, tugging them down, baring her to him before he leaned in for a rough, deep kiss.
Dita moaned in her chest as he cupped her breasts, gripping his biceps to ground herself. His thumbs flicked her nipples, teasing them into stiff little points, sending flecks of heat down between her thighs, and making her squeeze them together. And he kept it up until she was whimpering into his mouth, the seat of her underwear soaking wet with anticipation of what was to come.
He had to bend down to even out their heights, and when he did he unbuttoned her jeans, one hand rubbing at the taut peak of her nipple as the other tugged her jeans down to her thighs. Long fingers slipped past the elastic of her panties, and spread out the wiry curls covering her mound before they found her clit and started to rub in slow circles. Dita had to pull away, moaning loudly as her eyes fluttered shut.
“Should’ve shot me last night, girl,” Jacob panted against the top of her head, his palm warm against her stomach. “You would’ve saved yourself all this trouble.”
“Before or after I-I fucked you?” Dita couldn’t help moaning. “Because no way was- was I gonna do it after.”
“That good, huh?” Jacob purred, speeding up, rubbing harder. “So good you stopped hatin’ me and wanted to spare me?”
Dita didn’t have the breath to tell him she’d been planning to try and spare all three of them, because with every circle of his fingertips there was heat building in her core.
“I don’t-” She sucked in a breath. “Don’t- hate-!”
“Yeah?” he cooed, leaning down to lick her nipple. “You don’t?”
She rapidly shook her head, cheeks burning as she felt her knees wobble. “Oh god, Jacob.”
“Gonna cum for me?” he purred. “Just like this? All for me? Only me?”
“Only you,” Dita whined, pulsing, nails digging into his arm as that pleasure started to crest like an unstoppable wave. It drowned her, sweat beading on her neck and under her breasts as she came, toes curling in her boots. It was too much, too good, she needed him to stop. She tried closing her thighs to block him, her shirt damp as she pressed up against the door, her head falling back. “Please, Jacob!”
“And again,” Jacob murmured, his fingers still rubbing her.