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A second finger joined the first, stretching her channel. It hurt, but the pain was different somehow, mixed with a pleasure that she'd never felt before in all the times that the Bull had taken her.
Eve found her hips straining towards Drax and, although some part of her was mortified, she didn't care. In this moment, she just wanted more of the sensations that his fingers were giving her. She was panting and gasping, trying not to let any other sounds pass her lips. Then a moan escaped, and she bit her lip to keep from making the embarrassing sound again.
She couldn't bear to meet any of their eyes. She just stared at the wall as his fingers left her. Eve found herself wishing that he would continue. What was wrong with her? She'd never wanted such a thing when the Bull touched her.
She felt Drax’s staff at her entrance.
‘Gods, she's tiny,’ Drax groaned as he pushed into her.
This time she did let out a sound. He was much bigger than the Bull. It felt like he was splitting her in two. She clenched her eyes shut, her fingernails digging into the rough wood of the table, scratching at it. She let out a cry of pleasure and of pain as he began to move, thrusting hard, pushing her legs painfully into the table, rutting her like a beast.
She kept her eyes shut, afraid that they would see her tears. She couldn't let them see those. It was bad enough when the Bull did everything in his power to make her cry and then laughed at her. She would not let these men do the same.
Finally, with one last thrust, his fingers dug into her hips, and she felt his seed spill into her. He pulled out quickly now that it was done, and she heard him putting his clothes to rights.
Between her thighs stung and her legs shook in fatigue. She could feel his seed oozing out of her.
He finally released her from whatever power he’d used to crush her fight and she slid from the table onto the floor.
Chapter 4
Drax
The female slipped to the ground. Her eyes were closed. She looked so defenseless now as she lay at his feet on the dirty tent floor. She had such a strength about her, even being able to flee when she was bound with iron …
Drax froze as he thought on what had just happened. He’d forgotten how small she was. Had he really just used his power on her?
He pretended nonchalance in front of the others, but, in truth, he felt sick. He’d hated every part of what he’d just had to do. It was somehow made worse that she had felt none of the pleasure that he had – more than he'd ever felt from a female before. What was it about this one that felt so different? Was it the bond they now shared?
The other two went about their business, ignoring the female huddled on the ground. Drax picked her up carefully and ordered Fie to get his bed roll out. He’d not leave their Fourth amongst the stinking furs on the floor. His seed oozed from her, mixed with her own arousal that she had tried so hard to contain … and a little blood. He gritted his teeth. He hadn't meant to take her so roughly. He hadn’t meant for a lot of things.
Fie laid out his bed roll, and Drax placed her upon it, covering her with a blanket. Something inside of him had woken and he knew that once with this female was not going to be enough however much he disliked her, and she him.
She would hate him after this, but it had been the only way. Better with him for a few moments than soldier after soldier, night after night until there was nothing left of her.
He grabbed a cloth – one of the only things in this fucking tent that was clean – and soaked it in some cold water.
He went back to the female and uncovered her. Between her legs was swollen and red, and she did not awaken as he washed her gently.
He hadn’t wanted to do this, though if she hadn't run from them and come to this fucking place, he wouldn’t have had to. He had been forced to bind her to them and to claim her this way when she was so unwilling. She was a fighter, through and through though, he’d give her that … and she was his.
His brow furrowed. Why was he feeling so possessive? It must be the bond, he decided, trying to push it from his mind. They had important things to do. He could not afford to attach himself any further to this halfling, the daughter of the fae who had destroyed him.
He untied her wrists, hissing at the pain of the iron on his full-blood skin as he forgot he was gloveless. Re-covering her, he ensured that she was as warm as possible. He stoked the brazier as well, swearing softly as he shivered himself.
‘Was this really the best there was?’ Priest asked, finally speaking as he gazed around the small tent in thinly veiled revulsion.
‘Apparently,’ Drax ground out. ‘But then, we haven't paid our dues to the Army in some time.’
‘Aye, because Greygor banished us. This isn't our fault. The cunt is dead and yet he’s still a thorn in our sides.’
‘Good riddance,’ Fie muttered.
Drax caught Priest’s eyes drifting to the female and couldn't help goading him.
‘Do you want your chance at her, Brother? Are you wishing you were still in charge of the unit?’
Priest snorted. ‘As if I want to rut a half-human with the worst of our bloodlines running through her veins,’ he snapped. ‘I'd sooner fuck the Commander.’ Then he grinned. ‘How wentthatmeeting?’
