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Chapter 11
Toombs casually meandered the corridors of the basilica, every once in a while checking the remote he carried that linked him to the nav controls of the ship. He was feeling restless and had been for days. Time was moving so slowly and he was getting anxious about reaching the galaxy center and hopefully Valhalla. His gut told him that a lot of shit was going to go down once they reached the portal planet. Lots of blood, lots of death. So long as his ass came out alive, he’d be happy, but he couldn’t count on that with the Necro army suspecting him, Logan and Riddick at every turn.
He was still pissed off about Aereon too. He wanted to wring the Elemental’s neck, but it was useless. You couldn’t just grab onto an Elemental like Aereon so easily. The damned Air Elementals were tricky that way. It annoyed him and made him wish he was more knowledgeable about their kind. Perhaps he needed Riddick to find out how the Necros got those shackles on her before he became their leader. No. That would make them even more suspicious than they already were. Though the idea was an amusing one.
The merc was also beginning to wonder what would happen to him and his partner after all was said and done. Life as he knew it wouldn’t be quite the same. He sort of felt indebted to the convict, which only agitated him and he felt a closeness to Logan that he’d never felt with another merc partner ever. He found that he actually cared about her wellbeing now, almost like the sister he never had. That was why he was starting to feel bad for her every time he noticed her pining over the silver-eyed bastard. Riddick was a good ally, at least for now, but he knew nothing good could come out of a relationship between the two of them. Not the way he saw it anyway. It was too bad, really.
Toombs listened in on the conversations of any Necromongers he managed to see wandering around. None of them had anything interesting to say. They only seemed happy about the fact that they’d more likely than not reach Valhalla before their due time.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” the merc muttered. “Damn immortal wannabes. That’s what these Necro fuckers are.”
He mused at the thought of Riddick destroying the gate once they all passed through. What a sight that would be, assuming it worked, that they all passed through without any suspicious thoughts whatsoever. His gut told him that something bad and unexpected would happen at the last moment. Shit like that always happened. He wondered if Aereon would be the cause of the problems he knew would come or if it would be some Necro asshole. No matter, he’d be prepared. It would give him something to do and think about.
*+*+*
It had been days since Riddick had seen Logan. Their last encounter was when they sparred and he ended up making her cry.
He’d tried many times to see her, but something always interrupted him. It pissed him off to no end, but there really wasn’t much he could do about it. He only hoped that the merc beauty would accept him when he came to her.
Riddick sat on the throne in the Necropolis, his head down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He looked up and saw Toombs standing there in front of him. The merc stroked the scar along his right eye and smirked.
“So Toombs, how’s it going?”
"Fuckin’ great! And you?” The sarcasm in his voice was more than obvious.
Riddick chuckled. “About the same as you. So?”
“So…” The merc’s voice trailed off letting Riddick know that the man wanted to speak with him privately.
The Furyan stood up and the two walked out of the Necropolis.
*+*+*
Logan just sat in her room by herself. She’d been hiding away in her room for days now as a means of staying away from Riddick. After what happened during their sparring match, she couldn’t face him again. She couldn’t bear reliving the rejection again. Toombs dropped on by every so often to let her know how close they were getting to the mysterious portal planet or about anything new he found out from the Necros, which wasn’t all that much as of late. He also told her that Aereon was beginning to wonder why she wasn’t patrolling as per usual, but he gave her some excuse about how everything going on with Vaako made her a bit uneasy and under the weather. Whether or not the Elemental bought it, he couldn’t say and in reality Logan could care less whether she did or not.
The fact of the matter was that Logan didn’t really care what anyone thought of her any longer. She just wanted off the ship and away from Riddick. If he didn’t want her, then she didn’t want him either. She knew she was kidding herself thinking such things, but it gave her a small amount of satisfaction thinking it anyway.
“Dammit!” Logan pounded her fists against her mattress. She was annoyed at herself. Annoyed that she couldn’t even come close to believing the lies she told herself to help keep her sane and from breaking down again and again.
No matter what she told herself, she did care what one person thought of her. One Furyan. She heaved a sigh and placed her head in her hands.
*+*+*
“What is it, Toombs?” Riddick asked.
Toombs didn’t answer right away, he wasn’t quite sure he even wanted to speak to the Furyan.
“I know what you’re thinking, merc.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. And you can stop thinking about it.”
“You really are an asshole.”
Riddick stopped in his tracks, his silver eyes filled with menace. “And here I thought I was doing her a favor.”
Toombs let out a sarcastic chuckle. “A favor? You’ve totally fucked with her head! She’s totally lost her edge, it’s like she can’t even function anymore.”
Riddick looked away from the man. “Not my problem.”
“Not your problem? You really are the dick I thought you were and here I was, against my better judgment I might add, about to give you the benefit of the doubt. Guess that makes me an idiot.” He paused. “Guess it also means I should trust my gut more too.”
“Since when did you ever get personal with anyone, Toombs?” There was slight amusement in the Furyan’s voice. “It’s not like you to care about your crew, especially when one of the members is a woman.”
Toombs let out a heavy sigh. “Since I got stuck on this god forsaken ship and had no choice, you fuck!” His voice was getting louder.
“Fuck you! You’d probably be dead on Helion Prime if I didn’t escort your ass outta there!” Riddick’s own frustration was starting to show, something he rarely did and Toombs knew it. Maybe he’d actually hit a nerve. For Logan’s sake, he hoped so.
Riddick rubbed his eyes and turned to glare down at the merc. His expression was that of confusion, something that caused Toombs’ eyebrow to arch in question. “Would you just go to her, you bastard? We’re a day out from our destination. Who the hell knows what’s gonna happen after that.”
At that Riddick spun around and walked away from the man. Toombs could only hope that he helped Logan’s situation… and not made it worse.
*+*+*
Riddick stood outside Logan’s door for several minutes before he finally pounded his fist against it.
“Come in,” Logan’s voice replied from the other side of the door. More than likely, he imagined, she probably thought it was Toombs stopping by and not him.
He opened the door and stepped inside her darkened room. Immediately, the woman sat up, her body going rigid.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked.
Riddick couldn’t even speak. She took his breath away.
“Just get out! Get out of here!” Logan’s voice was forceful, but the hurt was definitely showing. It tore at Riddick’s soul. He could no longer bear to torture the woman, or himself.
He walked over to her and grabbed her arm, pulling her up off the bed. Logan’s eyes suddenly showed fear, but Riddick ignored it completely. He wrapped his one arm around her waist, pulling her close, and then thrust his hand in her hair, tangling the silky strands around his fingers. He buried his face against her neck and breathed in deeply. Logan was trembling now. He knew she was confused and she had every right to be. He’d been more than horrible to her and it was time he set everything straight.
At that, Riddick pulled at the merc beauty’s hair causing her head to go back a bit and for her to have no choice but to look up into his hungry eyes.
“Do I frighten you, Eve?” His voice was a mere whisper, thick and husky.
Her eyes were wet and shining. “No.”
“I should,” he replied while letting out a low, possessive sounding growl.
He fastened his mouth to hers, kissing the woman with the ferocity of a predator satiating its thirst. He forced his tongue into her mouth, taking care to explore every wonderful inch of it. Immediately, the woman went limp in his arms, which only made him hold onto her tighter and with more determination.
Riddick couldn’t help but smile when he heard little gasps and whimpers escape the merc beauty’s lips. He felt triumphant. He then nipped at her chin and jaw line as he made his way to her neck. His hands gripped her body tight, causing her body to literally melt into his.
“You like that, princess?” Riddick asked.
Logan couldn’t even speak, which only made Riddick growl even more with triumph. He pushed her down onto the bed, never breaking contact with her body. It felt too good against his to even let the smallest amount of space come between them.
“Are you fuckin’ with me?” Logan finally asked, finding her voice. Her voice was breathy and barely audible.
“Only if you want me to, princess.” Riddick propped himself up so that he could look down into her eyes. He stared at her with an intensity that he could tell was almost making her uncomfortable.
“This isn’t a game, you know.”
“I’m more than aware of that, Eve. Have been for a long time.”
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Logan could feel her eyes welling up with tears again. How was it that he alone could do this to her? Make her appear so weak and helpless?
“I find that hard to believe. And I don’t want your pity.”
“Is that what you think? I pity you?”
Logan tried her best to turn her head away from the man. But he only took a firm hold of her chin and forced her to look at him anyway. She knew he could easily see the tears streaming down her cheeks. And it mortified her.
Riddick’s face softened as he reached up and caressed her cheek with his thumb. He placed his wet finger into his mouth so that he could taste the saltiness of her tears. “I don’t pity you, Eve. I could never pity you. You’re too strong for that, too much of a fighter.”
“Yeah.” She was far from convinced. Ever since she and Toombs hooked up with him on Helion Prime everything she knew in life went to hell as far as she was concerned
“Eve, you know I’m not the kind of man to blow sunshine up your ass. And I never will be.” He paused for a moment. “You deserve better.”
“Don’t tell me what I deserve, Riddick. I know what I want.”
“And I know what I want. Like you, I’m sick of the bullshit”
At that, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers once again. She could feel his hips grinding into her own. Without conscious thought, her hips moved in response to his body movements against hers.
“What about, Kyra?” Logan couldn’t help herself. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She could only hope that she didn’t push him away by bringing up the one person she knew he loved.
*+*+*
Riddick again propped himself up so that he could look down into the merc beauty’s eyes. “What about her? What does she have to do with this?”
Logan’s eyes showed confusion. “But I… I thought you loved her?”
The Furyan smirked. “I do, princess.” He then let out a small chuckle. “But not the way you think.” He shook his head in disbelief.
Logan bit her lip as her face flushed a deep shade of red, her eyes pleading for an explanation.
“Kyra is like a sister to me. I feel responsible for her, for making sure she’s safe.” He paused. “That’s why I want to get her ass to Valhalla. I need to make things right for her if it’s at all possible. I’ve failed her enough, she needs to know that I was trying to protect her ass by doing what I did these past few years.”
“I… I…”
“Shhh. I’ve cared for very few people in this vast shit hole of a galaxy, princess. And I’ve managed to wrong them all in some way.” He looked away from her briefly. “Guess that’s why I am the way I am.” He turned his head and locked his eyes onto hers once again. “I have a chance to right my wrongs with Kyra.” A heavy sigh escaped his lips just then. “My only fear now is that I wrong you. That is something I just can’t have. Best you remember that.”
Logan’s lower lip began to tremble. “A sister?”
Riddick nodded.
The merc girl suddenly started to laugh causing Riddick to grunt in frustration, yet there was still a hint of a smile crossing his lips. “You are one complicated woman, Eve Logan.”
“You have no idea.” She laced her fingers around his thick neck and pulled him close. Her kiss was fierce and Riddick loved every moment of it. This was the Eve Logan he’d grown to love, the Eve Logan he wanted to know.
She raked her fingers across his back as her hips bucked to make contact with his. Her breathing became ragged with pleasure as she exerted herself.
Low predatory growls rumbled deep in Riddick’s throat. “You keep touching me like that and I’m gonna have to eat you alive.”
Logan smiled, “I’m not that easily frightened, Riddick.”
He laughed, “Like I said, you should be.”
His hands moved down to her sides so that he could take in the feel of her ribcage and then her waist. He slid his rough hands up underneath her shirt so that he could feel her skin, every inch of it. It was sheer perfection. It was woman, Eve Logan. His Eve Logan.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, gently massaging them. She let out a gasp, which only urged Riddick on. He could feel her nipples tighten with each caress until he couldn’t take it any longer and had to remove her shirt all together. At that, he ripped the article of clothing off her body and carelessly threw it onto the ground. His mouth sought out her delicious peaks and he suckled and nipped at them contentedly.
“Oh my god,” Logan whimpered.
Riddick grabbed her bottom, grinding himself hard against her very core as he continued ministering to her perfect breasts.
“Riddick, please,” she begged. She was on fire and Riddick liked seeing her this way. But he wasn’t going to give her all that she wanted. Not yet. It was too soon.
“Patience, princess.”
He continued grinding against her until she let out a scream of ecstasy. He smiled knowing that it was he who pushed her over the edge into the world of erotic pleasure. It was then that he knew he didn’t want anyone else making his Eve feel this way, look this way, act this way. This was something he wanted for himself alone and he didn’t care if it made him seem selfish.
Logan looked up into Riddick’s eyes as he backed away with a smug smile creeping across his face.
“Oh my god,” she said as she sat up. Her bare breasts looked enticing all covered in their sweat.
Riddick suddenly remembered what she looked like naked, when he accidentally saw her changing after her shower that one day. He wanted to know what her naked body would look like all covered in sweat, their sweat, after a round of raw and ferocious love making.
“We’re not done yet, princess.”
Logan cocked her head and arched an eyebrow as she smiled coyly. At that, Riddick pounced on her like a predator after its prey.
