The Lost

by K. A Knight

  THE LOST

  THEIR CHAMPION COMPANION NOVEL

  K.A KNIGHT

  The Lost (Their Champion Companion Novel)

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to places, events or real people are entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 K.A. Knight, all rights reserved: Written by K.A. Knight

  Edited By Jess from Elemental Editing and Proofreading.

  Formatted by Kaila Duff of Duffette Literary Services.

  Contents

  1. Lady Boner

  2. Big Spoon

  3. Cinderella Guy

  4. Precious

  5. Hole of My Ass

  6. Divine Self

  7. Reunion

  8. A Queen

  9. My Shadow

  10. Pecking Order

  11. Ball of death

  12. Revenge is a Bitch, so am I

  13. Princess Problems

  14. Road to home

  15. Homecoming

  16. Old Friend

  17. Don’t Die

  18. The Mountain Man

  19. Clay

  20. Prove Myself

  21. Run, Little Warrior

  22. Two Lost Souls

  23. Tradition

  24. Pascha

  25. Fucking Delight

  26. Brought Some Friends

  27. A War Line

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also By K.A Knight

  Not all those that are lost want to be found and just maybe being lost is when you truly find yourself...

  One

  Lady Boner

  “Silence!” Trev screams, as the gathered Forgotten start to talk over the tribesman who is still bent over, recovering after delivering his message about Paradise falling.

  I look at Trev. “We need quiet. I say just you and me talk to the tribesman, find out what has happened,” I suggest and he nods.

  “Everyone, listen up, you have your orders. This changes nothing! Simon, Piper, and—” He looks over at Jago, who steps closer to me.

  “I go where she goes,” he growls and Trev smiles, throwing me an amused look.

  “And Jago with me and the scout. We will find out everything and decide on a course of action. Until then, back to work!” he yells, and the gathered tribesman finally break away, but they look angry and confused. I know the feeling.

  Paradise has fallen.

  That’s what he said…Evan. God, Evan, please be okay.

  We head back to the tent we just left, Jago sticking close to me until we get seated back inside. The scout stands in the middle of the room, guzzling water and breathing heavily as he gazes around at us.

  “Go ahead, son, tell us everything,” Trev encourages. We are all waiting, though not patiently.

  “I was scouting far out, on the three-day food run, when we heard about it. It was a messenger, a clan member. He was racing to somewhere else to tell them that Paradise had fallen, it had been attacked by Berserkers.”

  Berserkers? I remember Archel telling me about them. This can’t be good.

  “Anything else? Any other survivors?” I ask, leaning forward, Ev’s face flashing in my mind as my heart squeezes.

  “I don’t know, that’s all I heard, the attack couldn’t have happened long before the messenger left,” he explains, swallowing and watching us.

  “Thank you, dismissed, go get some food and a seat,” Trev tells him, and the man nods, scurrying out of the tent as we turn to look at each other.

  “What do we do?” I ask.

  “I don’t know, we just agreed to secure our home and train our people. If we leave now, and head into an attack no less, we are putting this place in danger. What are your thoughts, Piper? You were there last.”

  I glance at the floor, trying to sort through my thoughts, but all I keep seeing is Evan. “I don’t know.” Looking up, I meet his eyes. “You’re right, I think. Archel told me about the Berserkers, they are fighters, the best...we have no hope against them if they are still there, but what if they aren’t and people need our help?”

  “Did they help us?” Trev counters, not harshly, but just querying.

  I look away then. He’s right and I have more to think about now than just me. These people look to me, listen to me, and that is a heavy responsibility. I can’t run off into danger...I’m not a child anymore. “I think we should continue with the plan and send out more scouts, see what they find, that way it’s only a few lives in danger instead of many, and in that time, we train and secure. Only then do we make a decision,” I suggest, looking between Trev and Jago.

  “That’s a good plan, Brawler.” Jago nods and I glance at Trev.

  “I agree, we will send more scouts and stick to our plan. We will not cause panic in our people, not for this.” He nods, smiling brightly at me. “You are starting to act like a real leader.” He stands then and I do the same.

  “Thank you,” is all I can say, my attention split between here and Evan.

  “I will leave you to settle in and…” He looks at Jago. “Get reacquainted.”

  He winks at us and leaves us alone in the tent. I look at Jago, both of us just staring at each other again. It’s been a rush since he got here and we haven’t had much time alone, running from one thing to the next, never stopping, never breathing.

  I missed this man so much. I never thought I would see him again, and he’s here before me. He knows what happened, he never stopped fighting or looking for me, and he’s here.

  Right now.

  “I spy with my little eye something beginning with b,” I tease, and he frowns in confusion, those fire eyes alight as he stares at me.

  He’s just as big as I remember, maybe even bigger. His clothes are clean and his face is no longer covered in blood, but that doesn’t make him any less rugged, and it has my lady bits perking up and taking notice. Like the first time I saw him, I have a giant lady boner.

  “Brawler,” he growls, stepping closer.

  “Beast,” I counter with a grin.

  He groans, rolling his eyes, but I spot his lips twitching and I can’t help it. “It was the boobs that brought you back, right? Had to search the world for these handfuls of happiness?” I taunt, unable to help myself. Strangely, it feels right. After everything happened, I didn’t think I would smile again, but this, with Jago, feels right. I always loved teasing him and it seems we are falling into our old ways…this time with just more scars and pain between us, and a distance which he is currently covering.

  He stops when we are almost touching, his head tilting down to see me, and I hate that he hesitated. Does he think differently of me? Is he scared of touching me? I can’t voice my questions, but my eyes must do it for me because he grabs my ass and hoists me into the air until our faces are level.

  Grinning, I wrap my legs around his waist, holding on as he stares into my eyes, his gaze on fire. “Brawler,” is all he says, as I lean down and kiss him, softly at first, just a featherlight touch, but then he deepens it. His tongue sweeps in and tangles with mine as I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to drag him closer.

  My pussy is wet…and pulsing.

  Holy shit.

  Two times now I have reacted to men, it’s real, my lady place is back in business. Lady boner, here we come.

  “Jago,” I whisper as I pull back, flickering my eyes open to see him. “I honestly didn’t think I would see you again.”

  “Like you can get rid of me,” he murmurs, smiling then, that special one just for me. “It seems I can’t go on patrol without my partner.”

  “Knew it! My crazy ass warrior skills are handy.”

  He laughs, leaning his forehead against mine, as my whole world narrows down to his face. “Looks like I�
�m back in the training business. Let’s hope none of my students are as naughty as you.”

  “You loved it, big man, using that excuse to feel me up,” I tease, kissing him again before I hop down. He grabs my hips to keep me steady.

  “True, why don’t you show me around?” he suggests, his eyes searching the tent, always on alert.

  “Sure, does that mean you’re staying?” I inquire, walking backwards out of the tent.

  “I meant what I said, Brawler—where you go, I go. If this is your home now, then it’s mine too, if you’ll have me?”

  I stop then, tilting my head, and running my eyes purposely over his body before ending on his face. “You’ll do. Are you house trained? Because you don’t look like you are. You’re not going to drag dead people in as presents, are you?”

  He rolls his eyes to the sky. “Brawler,” he grumbles, and then looks back at me. “Forget what I said about missing that fucking mouth of yours.”

  “Really? Well then, I guess you two don’t need a reunion,” I purr, intentionally looking at his cock before I turn and saunter away.

  He groans behind me before I hear his boots stomping after me. I can’t seem to stop grinning, even with the news hanging over our heads.

  Evan, Jago, Archel…am I just collecting men now?

  Maybe I should get them name tags.

  Two

  Big Spoon

  I show Jago around the forgotten camp. He analyses every weakness and points out where we need to improve security, which I relay to Simon who says he will get on it. It’s handy having Jago around, since he’s a security expert. I spot some of the tribe members looking at him warily, but when all he does is follow after me, they seem to relax a little.

  He doesn’t let me far out of his sight, like he is scared I will disappear again or something will happen to me…it’s comforting, but it could get suffocating, so I’m hoping it won’t last forever. I started healing, getting better, and he needs to help me with that, which means letting me be independent and building up my confidence regarding being alone again. Though Archel does have a point, I do tend to get into trouble when someone isn’t here. Maybe I need three men to keep up with me.

  Wait, three? Am I still counting Evan?

  When night falls, I head back to my hut with Jago on my heels, and I strip off, hesitating when I realise I won’t be able to sleep with Archel’s shirt without explaining why. I put it on, sniffing the material which is losing his scent…I miss him.

  I hear Jago moving about behind me, so I slip into bed, scoot toward the wall, and watch him as he undresses, throwing his stuff on the chair before he adds a knife under his pillow and a sword under the bed. He looks at me, freezing. “Are you okay with me sharing your bed?”

  I sigh, I can’t help it. “Jago, I’m fine, honestly, you don’t have to treat me with kid gloves, like I’m going to break. I just need you to be normal, okay? Plus, I think we can share a bed, you have had your penis inside me after all...unless you’re worried you can’t control yourself. Too long without my fun bags…too long—oh God, the horror! You have turned into a pussy craved man, haven’t you?” I say dramatically, my eyes wide as I flutter my hand to the base of my throat.

  “You’re right,” he deadpans, and then lifts his arms theatrically. “Must eat pussy,” he teases, prowling towards me and making a startled laugh burst from my lips as I watch and he smiles, leaning over the bed to kiss my forehead.

  “I just want to hold you, Brawler. I thought I had lost you. I need to feel you in my arms, wake up with you there, knowing you are safe and we are together again,” he murmurs, looking down at me, and I grin.

  “Well, if you insist, but I get to be big spoon though!” I call, making him laugh and shake his head as he slips into the bed. He opens his arms and I slide into them, resting my head against his chest, the sound of his racing heart soothing me as I close my eyes and listen.

  “I was so scared, Brawler, thought I’d lost you forever,” he whispers into my hair, making me shiver and hold on to him tighter. “There’s nothing else in this world worth living for without you, Brawler. It’s crazy but true. I was existing until you came along with your jokes, smart mouth, and crazy ass plans. You threw it all out of whack, chaos wherever we went, and I missed that. I missed your brand of crazy,” he admits, and I raise my head, meeting his searching gaze. “I love you, Brawler, so fucking much, don’t ever leave me again. I couldn’t bear it. Promise me that whatever we do now, we do it together. Whether it be Paradise falling, wars, clans, whatever, we do it together.”

  I think those are the most words I’ve ever heard him say voluntarily. He must have been really scared…he really loves me. “I love you too,” I tell him, but I don’t want to promise something I can’t keep, and there is Archel…and even Evan. “I promise we will do everything together,” I vow, not letting on that the others might be there too. “I have to admit, I missed having you around.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah, your muscles and cock…” I grin and he groans, and then I turn serious. “I missed you. I missed the feeling of safety and how happy we were. I wished you were there when it happened, so much.”

  He closes his eyes in pain. “Me too. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, Brawler. I will never forgive myself.”

  “Well, I do, so you have to. It was going to happen no matter what. If you were there they would have tried to kill you. What happened, happened. It’s in the past, we have to keep moving. We will find our new happy. Down there, we knew what would happen every day, but up here we don’t. You going to embrace that chaos?” I smile.

  “If it comes with you?” he whispers, stroking my face. “Always.”

  “Knew you liked me,” I tease.

  “Shut up, Brawler, for once,” he grumbles, and I go to protest, but he kisses me, hard. The one he always gave me before, so uncontrolled and wild, like the man himself.

  I groan into his mouth, moving closer until I’m plastered across his body, his hands massaging my lower back. We don’t go further, just happy to be together again, and when we pull back we are both panting.

  “Goodnight, Beast,” I whisper, leaning my head against his chest.

  “Night, Brawler,” he grunts, kissing my head as he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.

  I shut my eyes, my smile remaining as I let his heartbeat lull me to sleep.

  I wake up first, which is strange for us, and just watch him sleep. He looks so peaceful with his arms still wrapped around me and his legs twisted with mine to trap me against him, even in sleep. When I move slightly, his eyes twitch, showing he’s always on, even now. Grinning, I trail a finger across his lips and they open, letting me slip it inside, and when he starts to suck, I look up to see his eyes open and wide awake, watching me.

  I pull my finger from his mouth. “Morning,” I mumble.

  “Morning,” he replies softly. “We better get up for training.”

  “Oh God, you haven’t changed,” I pretend whine, rolling over onto my back, my arm thrown over my eyes as he laughs.

  “Come on, Brawler, time to get up and show me what you learned. I’m going to whoop your ass back into shape.”

  “I’d rather you whoop it another way,” I retort, but blink open my eyes and peek around my arm at him to see him staring, pressed up on his elbow. “Fineeeee, I’m getting up.” I huff.

  He climbs from the bed, stretching when he stands, and I let my eyes run down his body, appreciating the fine specimen of a man. He’s eye candy and brawn—what more could a girl want? He catches me watching and his lips twitch as he tosses my clothes at me. “Get dressed, Brawler, you can’t distract me.”

  “Sure I can. I bet if I flashed you my fun bags, I could have a minute head start to run away.”

  His eyebrow rises then as he leans over the bed, stopping when his face is almost touching mine. “I’d catch you, I’ll always catch you,” he murmurs, before kissing my nose and getting back up, dressing quickly
, and strapping on all his weapons as I watch, my mouth dry and my pussy wet…ain’t that strange how it works?

  Why does your pussy get wet and your mouth dry?

  Does that moisture go below like men’s blood does?

  “Brawler,” he warns, and I blink, brought out of my thoughts.

  “Does the moisture from my mouth go to my pussy when I’m turned on like the blood does to your cock?” I ask him, and he just stares at me, bewildered.

  “You would have thought I would be used to this by now,” is all he says, shaking his head as he turns away to put his boots on.

  “You would have thought so, after all, I am a delight,” I chirp happily as I get dressed, adding both katanas and grabbing my crossbow from the side of the door. I fold Archel’s shirt, placing it under my pillow to keep safe, kissing it and him goodbye. Jago doesn’t notice or question it, thank God, as we head out of the door. The sun barely hovers over the mountains behind us, the top of the peaks hidden under cloud cover and the rays already beginning to heat up the land.

  I take a moment, just drinking in the air and camp before me. The fires are low, as people are either still asleep or the early morning risers are just getting up, starting the fires, and getting food cooking for breakfast. I spot patrols in the woods and wave as I lead Jago down to grab a drink of water before heading to the clearing to practice. It feels weird, like I shouldn’t be bringing him here, this is mine and Archel’s spot.