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Feb 2

Bite Me - Part Eight

Summary: You want to be rescued. Kodiak wants you. (Part 8 of an ongoing story. Read part one here.)

Content: Smut. Age gap: older man/younger woman. Intended for 18+ readers. Mature content under the cut.

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Nat is visibly frustrated when you tell her you couldn’t get the map. You’re putting up her tent, the one you’ll be pretending to share with her. She’s been wound extra tight all day, but especially since you made camp; you saw her poking the remains of a long abandoned fire, looking around for signs of recent habitation. You’re not sure what she’s looking for and you’re starting to suspect she doesn’t either. Up until now she’s only had to track animals.

You don’t get why she’s hammering so hard on this. Kodiak wants to get to civilisation as badly as you do. Maybe more than the rest of you; it took all your persuasion to make him slow down enough to bring them.

“I don’t get why you think he’d lie to us anyway.” You glance around before you speak, keeping your voice low.

“Yeah, that’s what worries me,” Nat says darkly. “We don’t know why he does anything. We don’t know anything about him.”

You leave Nat once the tent is up, hoping one of the others will be in a better mood. They’re all busy making camp while Kodiak leans against a tree, nursing a cigarette; both parties studiously ignoring the other.

Mari is crouched by the campfire, skinning a couple of rabbits she and Nat managed to shoot before you reached tonight’s camp. She has blood smudged on her cheek, smeared in her hair where she pushed it back.

“Let me.” You take it from her, sliding the knife tip under the pelt and easing it away. You’ve had more practice at it than her: skinning and gutting things was never the cook’s job.

“I can help.” Misty appears at your elbow – that girl moves like a cat sometimes – to hover over you both.

“You know the rules, Misty,” Mari snaps, gutting the rabbit with a sharp slash of the knife. “Beat it.”

“You’re doing that wrong.” Kodiak pushes off the tree with his shoulder and wanders over. His cigarette trails a thin, winding skein of smoke and you look at that, not wanting to look at him directly. Sometimes it feels like if you acknowledge him at all the others will be able to see the truth as surely as if you were branded with it. “Maybe you should let the kid have a go; she can’t fuck it up worse.”

Mari scowls up at him. With blood striping her cheek she looks dangerous, feral. You never would have noticed that before: you’ve all got used to having blood on you.

“Figures you too would like each other.” Mari cuts her eyes upwards.

“Mar.” You put a warning hand on her arm. What happened to Ben is too recent, too ugly. His name is the spark that could set everything alight.

“Why’d you even bring the kid if you don’t like her?”

“Put it this way.” Mari’s scowl hardens to granite. “I wouldn’t eat anything she gives you.”

Misty blanches. Kodiak doesn’t seem to notice – or perhaps he just doesn’t care.

“No offence, but after what I walked in on, I’m not eating anything any of you give me.” Kodiak produces a ration packet from one of his many pockets and tears the foil ostentatiously. “Don’t make me start taking a head count.”

“What the fuck is his problem?” Mari asks quietly, as you watch him slope off to smoke.

“He’s helping us,” you say uneasily. “He won’t say anything.”

“For someone who claims he’s going to keep our secrets, he makes a lot of jokes about them.” Mari skewers the rabbit with a practiced gesture.

“Why’d he take us all the way back to civilisation if we’re just going to end up in jail?” Misty hunches down next to you, lowering her voice.

“Exactly.” Mari starts on the second rabbit. “What’s in it for him? He doesn’t seem like the type to help us unless he’s getting something back.”

“We’ve only known him a week, Mari,” you remind her. “And we didn’t make the best first impression.”

“I bet he wants to write a book,” Mari continues darkly. “Or get on the news or something.”

Misty chews her lip. You can see her thinking and you know her well enough by now to know she’s not going to end up anywhere good.

“He’s a wilderness guide,” you cut in. “Helping people is his job.”

“Hannah’s the one who hired him. And he just left her to die.” Mari stares into the campfire. “So what’s so special about us?”

“Hannah couldn’t help him escape,” Misty says, but her voice ticks upwards at the end, like she doesn’t believe what she’s saying.

Mari snorts. “He could have ditched us on the first night. But he didn’t. What makes us special?”

You don’t have a good answer for that. The others go quiet and then it’s too late for you to say anything at all.

“I thought maybe you could use someone to talk to.” Nat corners you again after dinner. You’re in her tent, waiting until you can sneak out and join Kodiak, so there’s no getting away from her.

“Not really.” You don’t mean to be short with her but it’s been a long day and you’re on edge. Kodiak’s ignored you since the near miss with Akilah, and you’ve spent the rest of the day stewing over it, angry at yourself for treating him like he’s your boyfriend when he’s not.

“It’s just,” Nat pulls off her headband, twisting it between her hands. “I know about older guys, okay? They tell you you’re mature, or they make you feel special. But they don’t actually–” She huffs out a breath. “It just never ends well.”

“So long as it doesn’t end in us all freezing to death out here, I’m good.”

You know it’s unfair but you need to shut this down right now before you blurt out something you shouldn’t. You already have a voice in your head telling you Kodiak will forget about you the minute his boots touch asphalt; you don’t need Nat looking at you with pity too.

“I’m not stupid,” you snap, when Nat hesitates. “I know he’s not in love with me. So can you drop the camp counselor big sister bullshit?”

Nat’s face falls and you immediately wish you could unsay it. “Sorry. Just… after all the shit we’ve done to survive, this is the line?”

“I don’t care about the sex.” Nat makes a face after she says it. “I mean…I don’t like it but I get it. What if he hurts you?”

“He saved my life, Nat.”

“Yeah.” Nat’s eyes flash. “And about an hour before that I caught him ripping your clothes off.”

“It wasn’t like that.” You wince a bit at how you must sound to her. “Our clothes are falling apart.”

“You were trying to get away from him.”

“Yeah. Because we’d been gone too long. I was scared someone might come looking for us with a gun.”

“Well maybe if you’d told us–”

“The others already didn’t trust him. And I knew you’d tear yourself up about it.”

Nat softens a little, then her expression turns tentative. “You never think maybe we’re right not to trust him?”

“Who else is there, Nat?”

You reach for the flashlight and snap it off. You can make out the glow of the campfire through the canvas, flickering as it dies down the embers. You hope if the others think you’re sleeping, they’ll stop talking. You want to leave this conversation behind, go join Kodiak and let him drown out all your worries.

You and Nat lie in the dark, not touching. Outside, you can hear the others bickering over sleeping arrangements, the rustle of clothing as they get ready to sleep.

“What if you get pregnant?” Nat asks, abruptly enough to make you choke on air.

“Fucking hell, Nat!”

“Well? Are you being…you know…safe?”

You don’t think anything about what you’re doing is safe but no good will come of telling Nat that.

“I don’t think it’s even possible,” you say instead. “I mean, when’s the last time any of us got a period? We’re starving.”

You’re not sure when yours stopped exactly, except that it was some time last winter, before the cabin burned. You don’t remember much from that time, except that it got really bad. Weeks blurred into months, your mind wandered, until reality itself seemed to be flickering in and out; you could have sworn Laura Lee was there, Jackie, even Rachel Goldman who died in the crash. Things got so bad that towards the end, you think you had more conversations with dead people than you did with living ones. You’re in better shape now than you were then, but none of you are exactly healthy.

Nat turns her head to face you. “Is that why you’re not eating? In case yours comes back?”

“I am eating.” You don’t want to admit – to Nat or yourself – how ashamed you are of your own hunger. Ever since you met Kodiak, you’ve felt like you’ve got one foot in civilisation already; you spend too much time trying to see yourself through his eyes, worrying about how fucked up all this must seem to an outsider. You try to hold yourself back, eat like the girl you used to be, the one who doesn’t know what human flesh tastes like. The problem is, the others all still eat like they’re starving: they can clean a carcass down to the bones while you’re still picking at a first helping. “We’re going to be home in a week. Even if I’m wrong…I wouldn’t be stuck out here.”

Neither of you say Shauna’s name but you know Nat is thinking of her too: the memory of her hangs in the air between you, until you almost feel like you could reach out and touch her.

Nat turns onto her side. Her face is a pale blur in the dark. “It’s just… what if we don’t get home?”

“Then we’ll be dead.”

“No.” Nat worries at her lip again. “I mean… we only have his word he’s taking us to the rescue point.”

You turn to face her. “You think he wants to stay? Out here?”

Nat glances away, her eyes dark and troubled. “Hannah thought so.”

“Hannah also thought she’d have a better chance with Shauna. So maybe we shouldn’t listen to Hannah.”

“It doesn’t worry you at all?” Nat prods. “That she thought he might take us somewhere worse?”

“Worse?” A sharp, angry laugh escapes you. “What’s he going to do? Force us to hunt each other?”

Nat blanches.

You drop your voice to a hiss. “Face it: he’s killed less people than we have.”

Nat pulls her knees up to her chest, folding in on herself. She acts so tough, it’s easy to forget how much she hates conflict.

“Fine. Tell me one thing and I’ll drop it. When you got to the campsite yesterday, did he build the fire pit? Or was it already there?”

You try to think back: your memories of yesterday are hazy from exhaustion.

“He claims we’re retracing the route he took with Hannah and her boyfriend,” Nat prompts. “So there should have been a recent fire, right?”

“Well yeah. I made the new fire right on top of the old one.”

“Did it look fresh?”

“I think so?” The truth is, you don’t remember. “Yeah. Probably. I didn’t really think about it.”

It’s hard to tell whether Nat’s silence is relief or disappointment.

Kodiak’s tent is lit from within by torchlight. You can see him silhouetted against the white canvas, reclining on his elbows. You slip inside the tent and see him sprawled comfortably, reading by torchlight.

“Hey.” Something about the casual intimacy of the scene leaves you shy, almost tongue tied. The more time you spend with him, the more you care what he thinks of you.

“Hey.” Kodiak puts the book down, not bothering to mark his place.

“I don’t want to fight anymore.” Your voice comes out small, almost pleading.

“Think how I feel.” Kodiak rakes his eyes over you, appraising you. You feel a small bloom of warmth that he isn’t really mad. “You fight dirty.”

His lower lip is a little swollen; you reach out to brush your fingertips gently across it.

“Did I hurt you?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve had worse. Come kiss it better.”

You lean in and kiss him gently, your lips featherlight against his. He leans in, one arm wrapping loosely around your hips, his hand splayed across your lower back. You push him down, experimentally, and he lays back, pulling you with him. You hook a knee over his hips so you’re straddling him, your hands resting on his shoulders. You run a hand down his arm, closing over the flashlight and switch it off, remembering how you could see him silhouetted from the outside. The darkness makes the tent seem smaller somehow: hiding everything that isn’t him. His hands settle on your hips, holding you in place as you cautiously deepen the kiss, testing how far you can go without hurting him.

“I’m sorry I got mad,” you say softly.

Kodiak strokes your hair. “I’m glad you got your fire back.”

You frown, confused. “That isn’t what you said you wanted. Yesterday.”

Kodiak smooths your hair back from your face. “I may have been trying to piss you off a little. See what you’d do about it.”

Kodiak does that you’ve noticed: wind people up and watch them go. You shouldn’t be surprised he does it to you too.

“I don’t want to be just some game to you.”

Kodiak looks up at you: maybe it’s just the dark but you think you see an unfamiliar softness in his eyes. When he speaks, his voice is quiet. “You’ve been more than that for a while.”

You undress each other in the dark, feeling your way by touch. He’s gentle with you this time, careful not to tear your clothes. Something about him being careful with you makes warmth bloom bright in your belly. You help him peel your shirt over your head and toss your bra after it. When you reach to undo his belt, he catches your hand.

“There’s other stuff we can do,” he tells you, his voice a low soft rumble. “If you’re still sore.”

“No, I–” You shake your head, forgetting that both of your eyes are still adjusting. “I want you inside me.”

He lets out a soft groan at that and you lean down to kiss him, your noses brushing, your hair brushing against his face. Then his arms wind around you and he rolls you onto your back, his body caging yours. You feel a guilty thrill at the reminder that anything you do is with his permission.

“I wanted to be on top,” you whisper, pouting despite yourself.

Kodiak leans down to kiss you. “I need to start calling you something else,” he threatens, low against your ear. “All this princess talk is turning you spoiled.”

“What happened to you liking my fire?” You gently nip the uninjured side of his mouth.

“I like a challenge. Now you can either behave or I will make you behave.”

Part of you wants to tell him to fuck off, just to see what he does about it. But there’s something about the way he’s holding you – soft, possessive – that makes you want to see where this goes. You press a light, almost chaste, kiss against his lips and can barely make out his smile in the dark.

“Good girl.” Kodiak strips you out of your jeans and underwear and you lift your hips to help him. He rests his forehead against yours, your eyes locked as he slides a hand between your lips, trailing a finger through your folds. “Hands at your sides.”

You feel a flash of unease, thinking of the others asleep at the other edge of your campsite.

“I’ll keep you quiet.” Kodiak dips down to press kisses along your jaw. He slides a finger inside you. You let out a soft whimper in response and see the outline of his grin. “You think I want to be interrupted?”

You nod slightly, unsure if he can see you and spread your thighs a little wider for him. Kodiak brushes a kiss against the corner of the mouth and you feel the curve of his grin against your cheek.

“Were you this wet for me when you were picking a fight earlier?” He brushes a thumb over your clit, making you squirm beneath him. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes.” You whisper it.

Kodiak makes a satisfied hum in the back of his throat. He dips his head down to kiss your neck, sucking on your pulse point and you feel your heartbeat quicken under his lips. His free hand palms your breast, massaging it so that you arch needily towards him.

Kodiak slides another finger inside you, fucking you slowly with his hand as he trails kisses along your collarbone and down, until his lips trace the shape of your breast. He rolls a pebbled nipple under his tongue before biting hard enough to draw a gasp out of you.

“You can act like a brat all you want during the daytime,” he murmurs against your skin. “But at night you are mine. Understood?”

“Yes.” The word escapes you as a breathy gasp. Kodiak nips you again with his teeth. “Sir.”

Kodiak works his fingers inside you, stretching you out. You feel his beard rough against your breasts, his mouth open and hot. It’s getting harder to keep quiet: you can feel your legs start to tremble.

“I–I’m close.” Your plea tapers into a soft whine. Despite yourself, your hips buck involuntarily into his hand. Kodiak curls his fingers inside you and covers your mouth with his, swallowing your moans as you clench hard around his fingers.

Kodiak lets you catch your breath. You lie there, hazy and contented, the night air cooling your heated skin. It’s raining softly outside and the sound makes the tent feel cosy – as though you and Kodiak are tucked away in your own private little world. When you look up, you see him watching you. His eyes are in shadow but there’s enough moonlight filtering through the canvas of the tent that you can make out the relaxed lines of his body. He trails his fingertips down your side, almost a caress.

“What?” You turn your face to his.

Kodiak is silent for a long moment before he finally answers. You can feel his eyes on you; there’s something expectant in the air between you, like an indrawn breath.

“You really thought I didn’t want you?”

You shrug. You don’t want to go into your reasons, afraid one of them might plant a seed in him, make him start seeing you the way you see yourself.

“No. I just thought… maybe it was easier for you. Being with me.”

Kodiak barks a laugh at that, quickly stifled. Outside, a nightbird calls once, as if in answer.

“Princess,” Kodiak tells you. “Nothing about you is making my life easier.”

“I saved your life,” you remind him, stung.

“Easy,” Kodiak continues, as if you hadn’t spoken. “Would have been striking out alone – leaving you and your entourage to fend for yourselves. Nothing about you is easy. You are insane.” He cups a hand around the outer edge of your jaw, tilting your face to his so he can look you in the eye. “Not to mention stubborn, reckless, self-destructive. But even with all your bullshit, I’m still here.”

You lean in to kiss him. His bluntness reassures you in a way flattery wouldn’t.

“Is it my turn to say mean things about you now?” you murmur.

“You are definitely going to get me in trouble,” Kodiak tells you more softly, between kisses. “There’s no enough with you. The more I have, the more I want.”

He hitches your thigh over his, shifting onto his back and pulling you with him so you’re straddling him again. You reach out for balance, your hands splaying over the muscle of his chest.

“Speaking of which.” Kodiak reaches up to push your hair out of your face. “You have some promises to keep.”

You feel yourself falter a little, realising you have no idea what to do. You’ve only been on top once and that was with him guiding you and not in this position.

“I got you.” Kodiak lifts your hips, guiding you as you sink down onto him. You cover your mouth with your hand, biting the edge of your palm at the sudden stretch. Kodiak holds you up, his hands curled around your hipbones, supporting you as you ease yourself down. Your hips buck involuntarily, wanting more even as he splits you open.

“Here,” Kodiak lifts you, until he’s barely inside you anymore. You whine softly, empty and wanting. You try to grind down but he holds you still, his fingers digging into your hips in warning. “Let me.”

He allows you to sink down, achingly slow.

“You always want to bite off more than you can chew.” Kodiak croons as he grips you, guiding you back upwards. He draws it out, making you feel every inch of him drag against your walls and you almost sob at the emptiness. “Were you always such an eager little slut? Or did being stuck out here a thousand miles from the nearest cock do something to you?”

You smack him in the chest. “Don’t call me a slut. I don’t like it.”

Kodiak pulls your hips down to meet his.

“You can’t lie to me when I’m inside you, princess.” Kodiak draws the petname out and you see moonlight flash off his grin as your muscles clench guiltily around him. He keeps easing you down, gentle but insistent. You left out an undignified gasp, your head falling back as he finally bottoms out.

“You ought to be a little more grateful, considering this is all for your benefit.” Kodiak moves your hips in lazy circles, a long, slow grind that sends sparks flaring through you. “You think I don’t want to just throw you down and fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?”

A filthy moan escapes you. Kodiak sets a slow, steady pace that leaves you flushed and gasping into your palm. You try to pull free of his hands but he keeps on moving you exactly where he wants you. You make a soft noise of protest.

“You better thank me for taking such good care of you if you want me to let you come.” Kodiak slows the pace a little. You buck your hips but he holds you fast. You grab his wrists in an attempt to prise his grip open. He lets you struggle, laughing softly when you realise it’s futile.

“Seriously?”

Kodiak’s smile turns wolfish. “You’re the one who wanted to make up.”

You have a feeling he’d enjoy letting you struggle, bringing you to the edge and keeping you there. Since he’s going to make you say it anyway, you decide you may as well play into it.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” you let your voice drop and turn breathy as you slide your hands over his chest, your thumb tracing one of his scars. You lean over him, arching your back so your breasts jut forward. “Sir.”

You regret it as soon as it’s out of your mouth. You feel self-conscious, worried you’re trying too hard, making your inexperience more obvious. Then you look down at Kodiak and there’s no mistaking the pure, unadulterated want. You think you may actually have rendered him speechless for once.

“You are going to be the death of me.” When he does speak, his voice comes out hoarse. “You know that, princess?”

Kodiak loosens his grip, stroking slow circles into the swell of your ass. He has a point, you realise, about taking care of you. He could treat you a lot worse if he wanted. Instead he tries his best to be gentle, warms you up to him, holds you after.

You keep your arms braced against his chest for balance as you set your own rhythm. It’s easier to keep quiet now that you’re the one controlling your movements. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark and you see Kodiak looking up at you, his hands stroking slow possessive movements along your thighs. You pay attention to what draws hushed noises out of him, wanting to undo him as thoroughly as he does you.

The rain picks up, loud on the canvas above you, so loud you think there might be a little hail mixed in. You allow yourself to let go, your sighs layering over Kodiak’s. You lean down to kiss him and his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing lightly over yours and you feel yourself melt against him. Kodiak plants his feet so he can thrust up into you; you let out a needy whine, wanting more of him but not wanting to give up control.

You try to pull away but Kodiak keeps you anchored to him with one arm, following you up so you’re sitting astride his lap. He holds you circled in his arms and thrusts up into you so hard you bounce. He fists a hand in your hair, pulling your head sideways and baring your neck for his kiss.

You feel your second orgasm rising in you.

“Kodi,” you plead.

“Let go for me,” Kodiak commands. “I want to hear you.”

You try to bury your face in his neck but your orgasm crashes down on you, forcing out a sharp cry. Kodiak pulls you in for a kiss, thrusting into you harder until you feel his rhythm start to break, his hips jerk as he spends inside you.

You rest against his chest, feeling the press of each ragged breath. Eventually, Kodiak breaks you apart, trying to pull you down to lie with him.

“I shouldn’t fall asleep here,” you tell him, although you pitch your voice upwards like it’s a question, wanting him to persuade you. Nat will worry if you don’t come back but you have a feeling she might worry more if she sees you sneak back in, smelling of sex, unable to stop smiling.

“I’ll wake you up before the others,” Kodiak tells you. “You’re just lucky none of your friends are morning people.”

The sound of the rain is a heavy, consistent blur against the canvas of the tent. You hear the wind tug at the treetops, the occasional scattering of hail.

“You promise?”

“You kidding? It’s for my own protection.” Kodiak pulls you down, his grip loose enough that you could shrug it off if you really wanted. “I’m starting to suspect your friend with the gun doesn’t like me.”

You huff out a little half laugh as you settle against Kodiak, resting your head on his chest without waiting for him to pull you there. He hesitates for a beat – just long enough for you to start to worry you’ve misread things – before his arm wraps around you.

“You know what I want more than anything?” he asks. He pulls the blanket over you both, plays absently with your hair.

“If it’s not me, I’m going to be pissed.”

“I already got you.” Kodiak grins lazily, as though he’s hoping you’ll object and give him a chance to prove you wrong. “What I want is a door.”

You tilt your head to look up at him. “A door?”

“You. Me.” Kodiak pulls you closer. “And a door I can lock.”

You smile against his chest and try to get comfortable. Kodiak strokes your hair and back, lulling you to sleep. You feel yourself start to drift, feeling warm and weightless.

“It’s going to be hard to let you go.” Kodiak murmurs the words into your hair. His voice is low, as though he thinks you’re already asleep.

You nestle closer into his arms, not wanting to lose the warmth of him.

“I don’t want you to,” you murmur sleepily.

Kodiak is silent for so long you think he’s fallen asleep.

“I won’t,” he says at last. His arm tightens around you and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

The last thought before you fall asleep is that the firepit in the last campsite had been untouched. Then sleep closes over you like dark water and you forget.

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