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I turn my gaze to the roaring fire and contemplate what she said. Maybe he lives somewhere at the edge of the forest or maybe in a clearing. Either way, it would have to be secluded for him to do what he’s been doing.
“This… dungeon…” For some reason I spit the word out in disgust. “What did it look like?” My eyes still on the fire. Somehow I felt like I had enough of looking at her tonight and I need to keep my dick in check. It seems like every time I catch her gaze, my fucking dick roars to life.
“Stone. Big old stones and wet. The humidity was ridiculous. It felt like an old dungeon, or an old cellar, deep underground. To be honest… it felt and smelled like a cave.”
Old. Interesting.
“Why do you want to find out so badly?”
That particular question makes me turn around and look at her. I debate my answer for a split second.
“He came on my mountain. No one comes on my mountain.”
There is slight disappointment in her eyes. Why? Did she think I’m doing it to fucking avenge her? I’m not her goddamn boyfriend to defend her fucking honor! I’m not the nice guy she probably now believes I am.
Goddamn it!
What am I doing here?! I wanna kill that motherfucker, but not because he hurt her, but because he’s doing this on my fucking territory. He dared cross the boundaries, which means he has no clue who I am and he needs to fucking find out.
This is the only reason, the only fucking reason.
I’m going hunting!
“Go to bed!”
SUKI
I watch him as he heads for the door, his normally cool and intense exterior faltering just enough for me to notice, but not enough for it to matter. He turns the top lock, then unlocks the bottom one with a key he took out of his jeans pocket.
Ok…
Then it hit me. He is leaving.
“You are… you are leaving me here, alone?”
He stops just before he opens the door, turning his head slightly to barely glance at me from the corner of his eye, then pulls it open. A strong gust of wind blows so hard into the night, bringing inside thick fresh snow and the man before it looks like a goddamn model with his hair and clothes blowing in the wind.
“Where the fuck would you go?” he asks casually before pulling the door behind him.
I somehow missed the raging snowstorm happening outside. He is right, he could leave every window and door unlocked, he could leave them all wide open, it would not matter, I would not go far at all.
Which begs the question, where was he going, in the dark, in the middle of a snowstorm?
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I wake up startled, shifting suddenly in a sitting position, alerted by the distant noise. Frantically looking around, I realize I fell asleep on the sofa and I am all alone this time around.
I’m not sure what is going on with me. A couple of days have passed and I have struggled to keep myself awake for most of them. Like my body is finally able to rest and it is taking advantage of every single opportunity it gets. Yet, there is no point in denying this—it’s this house as well, it relaxes me, I feel strangely safe and protected under its warm shadow. The wood, the fur, the roaring fire and the view that makes me wish I could build my own place on one of these peaks. Somehow, it is better fitted for me than any other place I have ever lived in. However, I technically do not live here.
This place will be hard to part with.
A muffled noise distracts me and I jump off the sofa, walking slowly through the darkened kitchen, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from.
Garage…
I walk slowly towards the kitchen door that leads into the garage and crack it open. I lean in and I see the beautiful Viking, beating the shit out of a large boxing bag hung from a thick beam in the ceiling. I’m still, watching his fast fluid movements, strangely fluid for a man of his size and weight. His back is to me, yet I still find myself pinned in place, unable to rip my gaze away.
Away from his damp back, glistening with sweat in the dim garage light.
