Chapter 27 Relax Baby
As soon as Riddick reached the main cabin, his body tensed in silent alert as his inner beast rose to its paws, roaring. I told you, Rick. I fucking told you. A merc will always be a fucking merc, his mind scolded silently. “Fuck.” He growled. He then fixed his gaze through the front window. He could see four armed men setting up to surround The Darkveil. Riddick closed his hands into fists and grunted. He then reviewed his options.
He could just take off in the ship; but that would be too risky. Without the coordinates and codes, the ship could end up crashing into some shit that was floating around in Zul’s atmosphere, or even against that little fucking sun. He grunted as he dismissed that idea. Then he thought about just waiting inside of the ship. His inner beast sneered at that. Are you shitting me? That’s not gonna happen, asshole and you know it, his mind laughed. Riddick shut his eyes and shook his head. Those bastards could decide to blow The Darkveil, or just part of her, to try and get him. Riddick growled, frustrated and annoyed. No matter what he could think up, there was really only just one way out. Kill them.
He thought about Jack. He hadn’t had enough time to train her. Not that she’d needed much. She remembered more than he or she could have expected. Riddick thoughts then turned to the automatic weapons and Jack’s aim. Once you had learnt how to use them, you wouldn’t forget it. Yeah, that could work, he said to himself. Riddick didn’t like the idea of Jack killing someone. No. Not a bit. Besides, he knew full well that there was no way that Jack was gonna let him go outside without her. Riddick had no other choice. It was that or death. This was exactly the kind of shit you always tried to avoid, Rick. It’s not like you have too many fucking options at this point, he told himself.
“Fucking mercs.” He hissed through clenched teeth as he headed toward a panel located on the floor of the cockpit. “Those motherfuckers are ready to fuck with me everywhere I land.” He growled as he opened the panel. A couple of seconds later, the lights were out as well as part of the power in the ship. Riddick got to his feet, growling. This wasn’t exactly the best moment to face ex-mercs, mercs, or whatever the fuck they were. Now, he just needed to come up with something to prevent Jack’s panic, and fast. He seriously doubted that just a few gentle words and soft caresses on her back would work right now. Riddick sighed deeply, and tried to think of a solution. After a moment, he grinned. Yeah, why not? He told himself as a devilish smile graced his lips. Those fuckers are gonna be getting’ in position for at least half an hour or more, he thought. His inner beast roared in anticipation as Riddick headed toward the bedroom, determined to deal with Jack’s fear from a totally different perspective than he had dealt with it when she was a kid.
Jack had collapsed on the bed with the picture still in her hands, oblivious to what was happening outside of the ship and inside of Riddick’s mind. She was fixing every detail of her parents’ faces in her mind, when suddenly, everything around her turned pitch black. She gasped in surprise and slowly climbed off the bed. Jack knew immediately that something wasn’t right. “Riddick?” She whispered, feeling suddenly a little more than nervous. After a moment, she felt his hands on her waist and his warm breath against her neck. She tensed even though she knew it was him and couldn’t help it when a soft moan escaped her lips.
He pressed his lips to her ear. “The ship is surrounded by mercs.” Riddick’s voice murmured against her ear. Jack’s eyes went wide and she shivered. Then she gasped and tensed up.
“How many?” She asked as she swallowed hard, her voice held a hint of fear as she tried to turn and face him, but he wouldn’t let her.
Instead, Riddick encircled her from behind, pressing his body to Jack’s backside. “Maybe six or seven,” He growled into her skin, his lips brushing her slightly. Jack half closed her eyes and moaned softly. Riddick grinned in spite of the smell of her fear. He wanted to distract her mind from the fact that they were going to be in real danger in a matter of minutes. Right now, more than anything, he needed her calm and relaxed. If she started to get panicky, then they could both end up dead; and that definitely wasn’t part of his plan. He knew a much better way to deal with it, and that’s exactly what he did. “Less than a five men crew for me would have been fucking insulting, kid.” Riddick growled as he applied more pressure with his lips on her neck, nibbling the sensitive skin as his hands came to stroke her breast through the fabric of her top, teasing her.
Jack’s eyes snapped open as soon as his words left his mouth, but at the same time, a strong moan escaped her trembling lips. She couldn’t believe what Riddick was doing. They were in danger, at least six mercs were surrounding the ship, and ready to capture them or worse, kill them, and here he was stroking and kissing her skin as if they were safe and sound.
“Um… Riddick? The mercs…” She trailed off as she took a deep breath. He had lifted her hair and his tongue was teasing her neck; her short hairs rose all at once as soon as she felt it, hot and wet, caressing her skin, which caused her to shiver.
“They aren’t fucking invited. Just a private party for you and me, Jackie girl.” He growled, chuckling. In spite of her fear, Jack laughed softly, and shook her head.
She swallowed hard, and tried to control her fear. “Why don’t we just take off, get out of this fucking place?” She asked as she lifted a hand to stroke his head, her voice now a mixture of fear and desire.
“I need the fucking coordinates to leave Xela, Jack.” He replied. By now he had pulled down the fabric of her top, and his hands were caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. “I don’t want to crash the ship against some shit floating around this fucking planet’s orbit.” He explained to her without stopping what he was doing.
Jack shivered and closed her eyes as she leaned against him; she tilted her head to one side to give him more access. She couldn’t help but think for a second that Riddick was turned on by the danger. He guided one of his hands down her belly. Jack tensed and gasped in anticipation when she noticed where his fingers were heading. Yesss… She was sure of it now; she was going to hell. She must be going insane too, because she was starting to get wet from his hands, even surrounded by mercs. Riddick’s right hand had reached the waistband of her pants while she had been absorbed with the mixture of rightness at the now familiar sensations he was causing and her fear. Riddick’s hand had just completed its journey, making it way down inside of her panties.
“Mmmm… Riddick…” Jack purred softly as another moan escaped her lips. She could feel the warmth of his hands touching her skin, and her body was responding with a will of its own. Jack started to feel overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations that his hands were causing to spread over her body, while her fear was fading without her even being aware of it.
Riddick’s body tensed as he felt her heat and wetness under his fingers. “Fuck! You’re killing me, Jackie girl.” He growled softly, nibbling her earlobe as his hand became more intrusive, increasing the rhythm, rubbing her sex. Riddick almost couldn’t smell her fear now. He had been right. This was a much better way. Yes, Rick. A Much, much better way to deal with her fear, echoed in his mind.
Jack bit her lower lip to prevent a scream of pleasure from escaping. That’s it, I’m gonna burn in Hell, she thought, moaning. She turned her head, looking for Riddick’s lips in the complete darkness. He grinned as he captured her lips in a demanding kiss. She was amazed by how fast she had become excited by just his touch. She realized that she couldn’t wait any longer; the mercs had been forgotten. Jack grabbed Riddick’s wrist and squeezed it tightly. Urging him to go faster. Riddick grinned against her lips and obliged. A strong growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he felt Jack’s hips moving in time with his finger’s that were thrusting into her tightness.
Jack broke from the kiss. She was panting. “Riddick… fuck me…” Her voice was a soft yet demanding moan. It held no trace of fear at all. His beast roared in pleasure. Riddick’s silver eyes went wide at her plea, flashing a devilish gaze full of lust. He certainly hadn’t been planning on this going so far, he had just wanted to make her cum, but he changed his mind as soon as the words let her mouth. Not only was his Jack a screamer, now she was a fear/adrenaline junkie also. Riddick let out another deep growl. The explosive mix of her words and her actions caused him to get fully hard in seconds. Maybe it was the combination, maybe the imminent danger. But the consequence was that without warning or consent, the beast was released from its cage. It was thirsty for blood, mercs’ blood; and hungry for Jack’s body. Jack felt his hardness pressing at her bottom and rubbed herself against him. Urging him to take her right there and then.
Riddick guided her to the wall. He let go of her and in response she whimpered, frustrated, immediately feeling the absence of Riddick’s hand and the heat that he had been producing within her body. Jack needed him inside of her right now, so badly, that it had started to be painful. Her body was aching with an irrational desire. “Riddick….” She hissed, panting heavily. Riddick grinned as he unclasped his cargos. Then he grabbed her wrists and pulled them together against the wall. She was panting with her forehead pressed to the wall when she felt her pants being moved out of the way. Jack gasped, just to cry out in pain-pleasure two seconds later, when Riddick thrust into her in one powerful, violent move, causing her feet to almost leave the floor. A strong shiver crossed her spine, gritting her teeth, she hissed. “ Yessss!”
“Fuck, Jack. Your tight.” Riddick hissed as he circled her waist with one arm to prevent any movement on her part. When he was buried all the way, he stopped, overwhelmed by her response to his assault. Jack swivelled her hips as her inner muscles contracted, urging him to continue. Riddick hissed in pleasure. She always had been a fast learner, and once again, she was proving it. Riddick had showed her that little trick the night before, when he had let her take control for a while, as she learned how to ride on top of him. Riddick grunted as he released her wrists, just to start again with his ministrations. Riddick was nibbling and licking her neck and shoulders while thrusting into her, hard and fast. When he started to feel her body writhing wildly against his, he hissed in pleasure.
“Yessss…That what you wanted?” Riddick asked her through clenched teeth as Jack nodded yes wildly, panting and moaning. All rational thought had been pushed aside. Jack couldn’t think of anything except his heat and hardness pounding inside of her. Riddick only could smell her strong, sweet scent. No fear at all. He knew that she was completely aroused, but at the same time, she was holding back her release. Riddick felt his own rising fast, and pressed his lips against her ear. “Let…It…Go…Jack.” Each word was punctuated with a new, even harder, thrust. His voice was hoarse with lust.
He was taking her mercilessly, but he couldn’t stop himself, even if his life had depended on it. Riddick had lost control and it was the animal within him that was assaulting Jack’s body. Jack scratched her short nails against the wall as she started to feel dragged to a point of no return, all the while screaming out her pleasure.
The slight trace of rationality that the beast had left inside his mind caused Riddick’s free hand to come up and press against her mouth, muffling her screams. He loved to hear her scream his name, but not right now. Those fucking mercs were still outside, and they didn’t need to know what was happening inside of Richard B. Riddick’s ship at that very moment. “Not now, kid.” He hissed. Even though The Darkveil was an isolated ship, he doubted that it could keep her screams silent. “This time you cum just for me to hear you. Just. For. Me. Jack.” Riddick bit each word in time with a thrust. Jack gritted her teeth and her face contorted with an intense orgasm. He felt her inner muscles clasping around his hardness as she climaxed, screaming against his palm. Riddick gritted his teeth as he felt his world about to explode. A few seconds later, he let out a deep grunt as he collapsed against her, trapping her body between himself and the wall of the bedroom.
Jack shut her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to recover. Her breath was ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. “Oh, shit, Riddick.” She hissed, wincing as he withdrew from her, kissing her neck roughly. Jack realized that she was probably going to be sore for days, but honestly, she didn’t gave a shit. She was amazed by her behaviour; she never suspected that she would have had that inside of her.
Jack smiled broadly as she turned around to lock eyes with him. Two silver pools stared into her own green ones, and she found herself face to face with his beast, instead of Riddick. The beast was still out of its cage, roaring and lifting its paws, dangerously unrestrained. Jack’s eyes went wide at the sight of this, but surprisingly, her eyes didn’t show fear. The beast was staring at her; on guard, its head tilted to one side, waiting. Waiting for Jack to blow in sudden panic at its presence. It was quite the opposite, she was fascinated and bewitched by the beast. For a long moment they were nose to nose, sizing each other up. After that, Jack softened her gaze. She then circled his neck, pressing her still trembling body up against his. The beast’s breath was heavy; its chest expanding and contracting in time with each pant. Its silver eyes sparkled in the darkness, showing her its hunger; waiting for Jack to move back at any moment from its dangerous presence. Frightened and scared, like other women had been before, when they had been face to face with it. But, once again, Jack’s reaction left the beast slightly confused. Jack closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply in its essence, showing the beast within Riddick that she wasn’t afraid of it, and that she trusted it without reservation or doubt; just like she trusted Riddick himself. In response, the beast let out a deep growl, confused. She opened her eyes and they flickered against the beasts. “I love you.” Jack whispered as she captured its lips in a slow, gentle kiss, demanding its surrender to her. The beast roared in defiance one last time, and reluctantly, entered its cage. Snarling at her demands, the beast lay down, not tamed, but soothed by her sensual, hot lips, and her words spoken just for it. Jack was now “its” too, and the beast was more determined than ever to tear whoever tried to hurt its woman into pieces.
Riddick broke the kiss, blinking, and found Jack smiling at him. “I love you, Riddick.” She purred softly.
Their hearts were starting to slow their rhythm; both were covered with a veil of sweat. At that very moment, Riddick realized what had just happened, and all of a sudden one of his more threatening dreams came to mind. He narrowed his silver eyes in suspicion as he stared at Jack’s body. His breath became ragged as his heart started to beat faster. Without even being aware of it Riddick’s eyes slowly travelled along the surface of her soft, pale skin, looking for any sign of damage that the beast could have caused. In response, the animal within raised its head and let out a growl that echoed faintly in his mind; it was a mix of anger and pain. Hurt. Riddick arched a brow, amused. No scratches or bites. No bruises, at least fresh ones. Nothing. Not even a drop of blood. Just her beautiful body, which was still trembling slightly in the aftermath of his beast’s assault.
Riddick then locked eyes with her. They were sparkling with a unique brightness. Her pupils were dilated and no trace of fear or panic could be sensed at all. Jack had seen his inner beast and she had survived the encounter. Riddick let out the air he had been holding painfully in his lungs. She then felt her legs go completely weak and grabbed his t-shirt for support.
“Riddick…?” Jack whispered, frowning slightly. Riddick had been looking at her as if he was amazed to see her still in front of him. As if he was expecting to see her fall to the floor dead at any moment. She narrowed her eyes as she lifted a hand to stroke his cheek. “Hey, big guy… are you ok?” Jack asked concerned.
Riddick shook his head, blinking. “Come here, beautiful.” He growled, grinning as he picked her up, kissing her gently. His inner beast was now locked again in its cage, its hunger for Jack satiated. Riddick then carried her to the bathroom, his inner beast purring in pleasure the whole time.
When they both were ready to deal with what was waiting for them outside the ship, Riddick walked along the hallway hand in hand with Jack. Everything around them was pitch black, so he was guiding her through the darkness until they reached the gym.
“Those fuckers need me alive, so they won’t risk my fucking bounty trying to kill me.” Riddick growled coldly as he turned around to look at her. “I don’t like this shit, Jack, but I need your help here.” His voice was hard and firm.
Jack’s eyes were serious as she stared into his intense mercurial gaze and nodded. “What do you want me to do?” She asked as she unconsciously stroked his arm.
Riddick frowned. They were on Zul, mercs here weren’t exactly a bunch of assholes. He wanted to verify one thing before he would let her help him. He went to one side of the room, leaving Jack in the middle of the gym, alone, and surrounded by pitch black. Jack realized what he was about, so she obliged. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her surroundings, frowning slightly she turned herself around and opened her eyes. She found two mercurial orbs staring at her. Smiling, she headed with confidence towards them.
That had been one of their “training games” when they were back on New Mecca. Riddick would leave her alone in a room, without any light, and she had to figure out where exactly he was in the room. He used to keep his goggles covering his eyes, in order to keep his silver gaze hidden, so it wouldn’t be so easy for her to find him. Some times they used their own house; other times they went in search of abandoned buildings. In order to increase the level on her concentration; and at the same time, make her get over her fear linked with darkness. If Jack could spot him in the middle of pitch black, just using her other senses in less than ten seconds, Riddick rewarded her with the only thing he knew she would have appreciated. Riddick would stay at home that night, with her, instead of going out to have some “adult fun” for himself. No trip for him to the down side of New Mecca, where there were plenty of whorehouses.
Riddick grinned when he remembered how the damned brat had become “suspiciously” good at that game during the last weeks he had shared with her before he left.
“Good girl,” Riddick growled, grinning. “You were always fucking good at this.” He chuckled as he pulled her to him, causing Jack’s smile to widen.
“You’re worth it.” She said as she stared at his mercurial gaze, which was staring back at her full of pride and something more. Lately she had been finding in his silver eyes more than just desire, lust or pride, but what, exactly, she didn’t know. Jack hadn’t figured it out yet, but she was more determined than ever to find out just what it was.
Riddick then took her hands. “No shivs for you this time, Jackie girl.” As soon as the words let his lips, Jack rolled her eyes, disappointed, and opened her mouth to protest, but Riddick didn’t let her. “Don’t. I don’t want you near of any of these fuckers, kid. I need you watching my back. Relaxed, focused and ready to kill whoever tries to enter The Darkveil. I’ll take care of the rest.” As he spoke he placed the automatic weapon in her hands.
Jack gasped when felt the gun in her hands. A strong shiver crossed her spine. She tried with all her will hide her sudden panic. Jack didn’t want him to see it. She wasn’t a frightened child anymore, but her guts told her that something horrible was going to happen. Riddick noticed and frowned, he lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. Jack rolled her eyes, suddenly not only scared but also annoyed with herself. You’re pathetic, girl, she scolded silently. He doesn’t need a scared shitless kid right now. You’re Richard B. Riddick’s woman, Jack. Show him that you deserve that place in his life, she added. “You always wanted all the fun for yourself, big guy.” She muttered, pretending to sound ironic, but the slight hint of fear in her voice betrayed her. Riddick grinned; he knew full well what was she trying to do.
“I’ll give you all the fun you want, when we’re off of fucking Zul. I promise you, Jack.” He smirked as he smacked her bottom. Jack jumped slightly, grinning, surprised by his actions, until realization dawned.
Since he had found mercs around the ship, Riddick had been trying to make her forget the danger and her fear. Jack knew that now more than ever, she had to be up and ready to fight with him, to kill with and for him. This was a test for herself, and she was more than ready to pass that test. To show him that she was worthy of him, not only as his woman in his life and in his bed, but as his equal if became necessary to survive a fight; to mean real business, as he used to say.
“I warn you. I’m in need of a lot of fun.” She teased as she took her gun in one hand while the other grabbed his perfect ass, smirking, pressing him to her. Following his lead. His beast roared in appreciation. Even it was proud of Jack.
Riddick slowly arched a brow. “So? I didn’t hear you complaining.” He teased her as he rubbed his body against hers. In response, Jack giggled. Riddick grinned and leaned down to kiss her. When he released her lips they were both panting. Then he frowned. “Now, now, Jackie girl. Ready to kill those fuckers?” He asked her as he stroked her gently. His voice sounded concerned.
Jack locked eyes with him. “Sounds like a plan to me, big evil.” She answered as a devilish grin graced her lips. No trace of fear, doubt or hesitation. Jack B. Badd had spoken.
“That’s my girl.” He growled as he bent his head, capturing her lips one more time.
If Jack B. Badd said she was ready, then Richard B. Riddick had no other choice but to believe her. At least she would be sheltered by the ship, and at his back. It was going to be risky, but he knew that Jack was more than able to use the automatic weapon. And realization dawned. At that exact moment Riddick understood why he had bought that automatic weapon as soon as watched how it fitted in her hands. It was as if the weapon had been made just for her. In some hidden part of his twisted mind, he had been expecting Jack to use it. Riddick’s mind had been playing tricks with him during all these years. The beast within him snarled at that, growling. He had been ready, even without his express consent, to go back for her since the beginning. Riddick chuckled and made a mental note to tell her about it some time. Now he had to concentrate on surviving the mercs’ attack.
Jack put her shiv inside her boot, just in case. Riddick had chosen two of his favourite shivs for himself; their double blades were curved down, like half moons. He put them in his waistband at his back and grabbed a couple more shivs, which he hid in his boot and under his forearm.
They were still hand in hand as they went to the cargo hold, as soon as they reached the area, Riddick let go of her and entered a code into the main panel. Almost immediately a dim red light illuminated the room. Jack blinked a few times, adjusting her eyes to the light as Riddick pulled down his goggles. The ramp was the only part of The Darkveil that had its own generator to supply its power. Whenever someone tried to leave or enter The Darkveil, it was always necessary to enter the security code, even with the rest of the ship powered down. There was also a special panic code, which served only to close and lock the ramp. Once that code was entered, no one would be able to enter or leave the ship, unless it was hacked. Different from the other codes, that one in particular wasn’t numbers it was just a word.
Jack took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Riddick looked at her one last time before he entered the security code. Two seconds later, the ramp started to lower with a metallic hiss. Riddick moved back until the darkness sheltered him. He looked over at Jack and watched with amusement as he realized that she wasn’t scared; quite the opposite, she looked pissed. Riddick frowned slightly when he saw her load her gun and aim it down the ramp, crouched to one side of the entrance. Her hands weren’t trembling, her breath was even, and just a few drops of perspiration were on her forehead. Jack turned her head and looked at him. Riddick knit a brow and Jack nodded. Almost immediately, he felt his inner beast pacing, rumbling and roaring, lifting his paws, thirsty for blood and ready to kill. Riddick grunted deeply and without hesitation he released it out of its cage.