When we reached the bottom, we were assaulted by the sight of dozens of Titans hurrying to and fro down tunnels carved into the earth. Lamps hung at regular intervals along ropes pinned to the walls.
“Your quarters are down here,” A’nshon said. “My man will take you. Once you’re settled in, there will be a meeting in the great hall. Someone will knock at your door to remind you about it. I feel it’s important all Titans get a say in how we attack. Then he’ll give you your food coupons and you’ll be assigned a job. Everyone is expected to fight but others may have secondary skills and duties to carry out. Do you have any special skills?”
“I’m a nurse,” I said.
A’nshon’s eyes brightened.
“Excellent,” he said. “We always have need of more medical personnel. And you?”
“Regular warrior,” he said.
There was a moment of hesitation before he replied. I sensed there was something else he wanted to say but didn’t want to mention it with strangers present. After our recent experience, I couldn’t blame him for that.
“I’ll leave you to it,” A’nshon said.
He made a fist and thumped his chest. Fiath did the same. I did too, but a little belatedly. The gesture still didn’t come naturally to me. A’nshon took off with his men following behind.
Only one remained and he turned to us.
“How about we get you to your room?” he said.
I hadn’t expected much in an underground base. It was built for purpose, not comfort. The door shunted aside automatically when we approached it. The room was small and had all the basics. A simple double bed, a sink, and a small bathroom. Considering how we’d been living the past couple of days, it was luxury.
“There are towels and clothes in the cupboard,” the Titan warrior said. “They’re Titan size. I’ll find smaller clothes brought for you.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“I’ll let you rest,” the warrior said.
He stepped outside and the automatic door shut behind him.
The moment he was gone, we fell into each other’s arms and kissed hungrily. I panted, not wanting to come up for air. My hands were all over him, and his all over me. I squeezed his ass and ran my hands under his shirt to feel at those incredible muscles.
“We should take a shower,” Fiath said.
“Together?” I said with a wink.
“I doubt we’ll fit. But we can try.”
We helped each other strip off our clothes and let them fall to the floor. They were so dirty, torn, and used, I doubted they could be used as clothes again.
Our lips joined again as if it was a pre-requisite for surviving.
Maybe it was.
We backed into the bathroom and the tiny shower stall. It was a tight squeeze and we couldn’t shut the door behind us.
We turned on the tap and rejoiced in the warm—if not particularly powerful—spray. It dribbled over our bodies and turned the water brown with the grime from our bodies.
I tugged the twigs and leaves free that’d embedded in his hair. I filled my hands with shampoo and washed his hair as he ran his hands over my body. Each time he rubbed my nipples, it sent shivers through me head to toe.
Then I scrubbed at his muscular frame. One powerful muscle at a time.
He was gorgeous.
His face was almost fully healed. It covered one cheek, chin, and nose. Even his hair was coming through thick.
To see him now from the charred figure he had been was nothing short of miraculous.
Then it was his turn to wash me. He took his sweet time around my breasts and licked my nipples with his tongue. He gripped my ass and squeezed it. He lifted me with ease and buried his lips at the nape of my neck.
We stepped from the bathroom and dried ourselves.
At least, that was the plan.
Instead, he pulled me toward him and buried his tongue in my throat.
I was ready for the challenge of taking his thick cock deep inside me. I wrapped my hand around it and led him toward the bed.
But something held him back.
He wore a frown and hesitated a fraction of a second.
“There’s something I need to ask you,” he said. “I know I might very well regret this later if it makes you not want to be with me.”
“What?” I said, heart in my throat.
“Your fiancé,” he said simply.
My fiancé.
All thought of him had largely left my mind. The truth was, as bad as it might sound, he was never a major part of my thinking. Not now, not when he proposed to me, not even when we were dating.
“Do you still love him?” Fiath said. “Do you intend still to marry him?”
I didn’t need to search deep for the answers to those questions. The answer was right there on the tip of my tongue. If I was honest with myself, it always had been.
“No, I don’t love him,” I said.
“Then why did you agree to marry him?” he said.
“Because it felt like the right thing to do. Because I didn’t want to end up like my aunt, an unmarried maid who decided to wait for her perfect love to find her, only she never did. Mostly, it’s because I hadn’t met you yet. I know now I never loved him. We were good friends, nothing more.”
I looked up at him through my eyelashes.
“Does that bother you?” I said.
He smiled at me and ran his fingers through mine.
“No,” he said. “But I thought it might bother you. When I’m with you, I want to be wholly with you. I have no intention of sharing you. Ever. With anybody. You are mine and I am yours.”
He kissed me so hard and ferociously that he shoved me against the wall. He pressed his hard throbbing cock against me, our damp bodies a little sticky with water.
He cupped his hands around my ass and raised me up, and up, and up…
Then, with my thighs wrapped around
