Gyn Wolf's Story: Chapter Four-Riddick's Welcome Wagon
With a throaty, spine tingling growl Riddick leapt at Gyn and lifted her up the length of his rock hard body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to a wide mattress laying on the floor by the wall.
Riddick growled again as Gyn bit his neck, sucking gently and then laved it with her tongue. He dropped to the mattress, rolling so she would land on top and she straddled his thighs. Gyn purred as he slid his hands roughly over the backs of her thighs and then cupped her buttocks. He squeezed, pulling her into him, letting her feel him.
Then he took her mouth in a deep, mind blowing kiss. His teeth nibbled her lips and then he slid his tongue over the edges of her teeth, tasting her. He savored the minty flavor like a starving man would a feast.
“You’re wearing to many clothes,” he groaned, and she obligingly began to peal off her shirt. She threw it over her shoulder, not caring where it landed. He grinned. “Getting better.”
“Oh, yeah?” she said. “How ‘bout you?” She grabbed his black tank top in two fists where it was tucked into his pants and pulled upwards. It wouldn’t budge because he was laying on it. “I can’t get it off,” she grumbled. “You’ll have to lift up.”
Riddick grinned and shook his head. “No way. You’ll just have to think of something.” He slid his hands over her bound ribs carefully, his grin fading. “They beat you.”
She paused and stared into his goggled eyes. She didn’t like not being able to read his expression and she reached for them, pushing them away from his face. They fell away from his eyes and laid behind his head. “Yeah. They did.”
He large fingers drifted over a yellowish bruise on her right shoulder that was accentuated by a nasty looking cut, where the skin had split. “I killed most of them. They shouldn’t have done that to you.
Gyn dipped her head and kissed him long and deep. “Thanks for getting me out of there, Riddick,” she said pulling away a bit.
He groaned and pulled her head back down to his, feeling her fingers slide into his pocket and remove his shiv. He tensed, ready to spring, but he relaxed when he felt the shiv slide into the neck of his tank top and begin to cut the fabric away from him. When she had the front split wide open she pushed it away from his chest and stomach so she could run her hands over his skin.
“You cut my new shirt,” he whispered against her lips.
She put the shiv aside and dipped her head so she could lick his broad chest, purring. “You said I’d have to think of somethin’ else. So, I did.” She grinned as his chest rumbled with his deep chuckle.
“Guess I was askin’ for it then, huh?”
“Yup.” Her tongue slid over one hard nipple and he sucked in a breath.
“Okay, no more of this. I can’t take it.” With that, he rolled her beneath him and pulled off her boots and socks, then he ripped away her pants. He grinned down at her. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
Gyn lifted her dark brows at him. “I wasn’t going to put on those dirty ones again and you didn’t buy me any. I’ve been against underwear for years anyways.”
His head dipped and she gasped at the feel of his lips on her most sensitive place. “I’m glad,” she heard him murmur, just before his tongue slid into her.
She clutched the mattress in her fists, digging her nails into the worn fabric as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, getting his mouth even closer to her. “Oh my God...” The groan drifted off into a purr and she shuddered against his mouth. Her climax ripped through her and she felt more than heard his warm laugh.
“And that’s just the beginning, baby.” Riddick slid up the length of her and stripped off his boots and clothes.
Gyn could only stare at him, her mouth slightly parted. “Damn,” she choked out. She’d never seen any guy that big before, and that was saying a lot.
Riddick’s lips pulled back away from his teeth and he grinned at her. “Just wait.”
Then he was inside of her, hips to hips, chest to breast. Gyn cried out and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Her hands clutched his shoulders. Unable to resist, she slid her hands over his shaved head and then along his jaw, which was covered in dark stubble.
Riddick looked down at her, his lips slightly parted and his silvery eyes hooded with desire and full of dark heat. “Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly, his teeth clenched together.
Gyn was amazed that such a physical man could be so caring, so tender, and have such control. She kissed him with reverence. “Not at all, but if you don’t start moving, I’m going to hurt you.”
With a sort of roar, Riddick began moving within her. His hips pistoned wildly as he thrust into her, bringing her to climax in a matter of minutes, not once, but twice. Then he laid on top of her, perfectly still, his chest heaving.
Her muscles pulsed around him and he closed his eyes, waiting for her to calm down, holding on to his control by a thread. “Do you feel that?” He opened his eyes and stared down at her.
Gyn concentrated at the feeling of Riddick buried deep inside of her, his flesh melded with hers. She could feel him throbbing inside of her and the sensation made her groan again. “Yes.”
“Do you like it?”
“More than I think I should.” His lips twitched. “And why’s that?”
“Because now I’m gonna want you to do it all the time.” She looked at him.
He nodded slowly as if he were thinking about what she’d said. “I’m not seeing the problem.”
She opened her mouth to answer him, but then he was pumping inside of her again. He held her gaze with his, metallic silver locked with wolf silver.
He brought her to another screaming climax before taking his own release, bucking against her.
When they were spent, he fell on top of her, but quickly tolled over so she law sprawled atop his chest, their bodies still locked together.
Gyn law against him, her breathing labored and Riddick slid his hands over her back. He felt something warm and sticky against his palms and his nostrils flared, picking up the scent of blood.
She groaned at the feel of his hands on her torn back and he pulled them away, looking at them. Blood. The cuts had opened up again from the way she’d been writhing beneath him earlier.
He sat up with a start and held her on his lap. Her expression was a mix of pain, pleasure, and exhaustion. He gritted his teeth. “I did hurt you. Why didn’t you say anything?”
Gyn closed her eyes and sucked a harsh breath between her teeth. “I wanted this more.”
Riddick shook his head, no. “We shouldn’t have done that. Not yet. You’re not well, but I didn’t care.” He tried to stand up, still holding her but she stopped him.
“It was my choice. I didn’t care either.” He looked away from her and she grasped his face in her hands. “It was my choice,” she repeated. Unable to control himself, Riddick pulled her close, hugging her to him. “You need to sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Gyn cuddled against his warm chest. “Say you’ll stay with me tonight.”
“Why?”
Gyn lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “Because even a lone wolf like me gets lonely sometimes, I guess. ‘Cause maybe a lone wolf like you gets lonely, too.”
Riddick didn’t reply to her statement, which hit a little to close to home. It was why he’d stuck with Jack for as long as he had, but there hadn’t been a way he could keep the kid with him, so he’d had to leave her. He’d left her with a young woman that reminded him of Gyn and her little brother who was about the same age as Jack. So, instead of replying to her, he laid down with her, wrapping his arms around her battered body.
The next morning, Gyn woke up to find Riddick gone. She sat up slowly so her scabbed back wouldn’t open up a second time, then she began to look for her clothes. Riddick’s ripped shirt lay on the floor but his shiv was gone and so were his pants, boots and goggles.
She pulled on her own clothing and went looking for him. It didn’t take her long to find him and she walked over to where he stood. He was gathering fuel and powercells for his ship.
When he saw her he grinned widely. “You’re up.”
She cocked her head to one side and smiled up at him. “Yeah. Sorta. I need to ask you something.”
He walked closer to her. “What’s that?”
“Jack said you left her with some people when you dropped her off at the minor’s camp. Who were they?”
Riddick shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure who they were, but the girl, or woman, she was young, was about your height and coloring, so was the boy. Same accent.”
Gyn smiled. “I don’t have an accent. You do,” she teased. “What were their names? Do you remember? Jack said they stayed on the planet then left, said they were looking for someone.”
Riddick thought for a moment. Then it came to him. “Ven. Ven and Brand. Didn’t catch a last name though. Why?”