The Conscripts: Fight or Die (Blood War Book 3) by Rod Carstens Page A

done. I know what they are. I don’t know if you believe in fate or not, but I was fated to do this and I will not stop now or ever. The only way they can stop me is to kill me. If you can’t understand that, then maybe we should call this thing off now, because that is who I am and who I will always be.”
    Kat looked up at him. Anger twisted her face and she slapped him hard. “Listen, you stupid son of a bitch. If you don’t know that I care about you by now, then you’re not the man I thought you were. We have something special going on here. I don’t have anything like this with any of my husbands or wives. This is something more. Something I didn’t think I was capable of. Now if you can’t handle it, then you’re the one who will have to walk away.”
    Dasan rubbed his face where she had slapped him. “I don’t want to walk away. I just thought that you should know it will get worse,” he said.
    Kat’s face softened and she said, “I know, babe. I know. The only thing that scares me is you leaving.”
    Dasan pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Then he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Kat lay back and took him into her with a low moan. Later they were lying beside one another when Dasan sat up.
    “I’m sorry about—” Dasan began. Kat put a finger across his mouth before he finished his sentence.
    “It was something that we both had to say. No need for an apology. Not between us.”
    Dasan kissed her and Kat melted against him. She reached for him, but Dasan gently pushed her hand away.
    “I really do have to go now.”
    “Don’t go. Stay, baby,” Kat said, kissing his chest.
    “Right.”
    Kat chuckled. She knew he had to report for work. Idly, Kat traced the long scars on Dasan’s chest. His body was covered with marks left from his wounds on Rift.
    “Why didn’t you have the surgeons remove the scars, baby? You feel like a road map.”
    “It’s a Wolf thing. They feel that scars from wounds in battle are something to wear with pride. They separate warriors from others. Aijuba first explained it to me, and now that I have my own, I know that she was right. I am proud of my scars. They are a symbol of my battles. They mark me as a warrior.”
    Dasan kissed Kat on the forehead and rolled off the bed. Kat propped her head up on a hand and watched Dasan closely, enjoying the sight of his naked, lean, muscular body.
    “You know, I was thinking,” Kat began with a smile. “That thing that you do that makes me climax so quickly. Well, if you started with that little trick we might have time for.…”
    Dasan was walking toward the bathroom. He stopped and turned to face Kat. Her lush, nude body was something he never tired of looking at. She was so different physically from Aijuba, but so similar in her passion and need in bed. Sprawled across the bed, she knew how good she looked. She gave him a small smirk that conveyed much more than words. At times she seemed almost insatiable. Dasan could get lost in the pure, physical feel of her, to the point that the world would disappear and only they existed. Even with Aijuba he had never felt this kind of physical need.
    “No, we don’t. The meeting is with the admiral and I don’t think she would accept my excuse for missing a meeting to stay in bed with my.…”
    Kat arched an eyebrow. They had not discussed what it was they had together. They had only reveled in the attraction.
    “Your what?”
    Dasan smiled. “My wench.”
    “Oh, I’ve never been somebody’s wench before. I think I like it. Come ravish me, sir. Your wench awaits.”
    Dasan smiled and ducked into the bathroom.
    “Tease,” Kat said, throwing a shoe at Dasan.
    Dasan came out later to find Kat sitting up in bed with one of her special morning-blend cigarettes and coffee. The cigarettes had some uppers with some happy, as she called the drug, mixed with the tobacco. A pot of coffee and another cup sat on a tray on the bed.
    “There’s coffee, babe,” Kat