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“What are you doing, Vaughn?” she asked, still breathless, even as he made her squirm against his hand. Vaughn kept stroking her, playing with her clit until her hips bucked upward, grinding against his hand.
“Touch her, Sersie.”
Vaughn’s hand fell away, replaced by Sersie’s. Sersie’s hands were not as large as Vaughn’s, but he had a strong grip. He grabbed her pussy, making her eyes shoot to his. Then his fingers were in her stroking her.
The fire he stoked began to overwhelm her. She squirmed, but Vaughn tightened his hold on her.
“Go ahead, Sersie, you can do better than that. No cock though. You haven’t earned that yet.”
Sersie sank to his knees between her thighs and planted his face deep in her pussy. He sucked on her over-sensitive clit so hard, she tried to reach down to him, but Vaughn locked her hands above her.
That thick, full tongue that had explored her mouth several times pushed deep into her core, making her lower body shake. He licked and sucked her clit, making her entire body buck.
“My present to you, Hannah,” Vaughn whispered in her ear as an explosive orgasm overtook her. Her legs clamped around Sersie’s head and she screamed out Vaughn’s name.
When the orgasm faded, her legs eased. Sersie pulled back, his face glistening.
“Fucking fabulous, Hannah,” Sersie said with a smile that said he was floating, without a drop of Flight in his system.
She didn’t understand it. She’d screamed Vaughn’s name, not Sersie’s. As for Vaughn, the look on his face was surreal. Pride, appreciation. . . peace.
Chapter Sixteen
VAUGHN
Hannah’s fingers wrapped around the necklace dangling from her neck as Vaughn escorted her through the jungle to the transportation platform on the edge of West Side. On wobbly legs, she had dressed in the kitchen as Vaughn had spoken to Sersie in the living room.
Vaughn had kept his eyes on her the entire time to make sure she was okay. He had shocked her. And Sersie. And himself, for that matter. He knew he’d have to share her with the others, but at the same time. . . he’d never considered including Sersie the way he had.
Vaughn had been inside her when Sersie had entered the kitchen. There was no way Vaughn was going to let her go while he was deep inside her. He didn’t care who saw them. She was his.
It was quickly becoming clear that Hannah trusted him and Sersie too. She hadn’t cried out or screamed for privacy. Her eyes, her voice, the fucking way she’d sucked on Sersie’s finger when he’d dared touch her lips had been so damn hot that Vaughn had begun to see Sersie through Hannah’s eyes.
She cared for him. At some point, Sersie had connected to Hannah in a way Vaughn had yet to do. Sure, Vaughn had brought her to orgasm, several times, but her eyes lit for Sersie, much as they did for Ky’Li.
That’s when Vaughn realized Sersie wasn’t the only one who needed to get his shit together. Vaughn would lose Hannah if he didn’t find a way to connect to her. Hannah was special, warm, and caring, but most of all determined to make them into a unit. She cared enough to include him, to put up with his moodiness and to let him take her as he wished.
Hannah had screamed Vaughn’s name, not Sersie’s, even though Sersie had brought her to orgasm. Twice before, Vaughn had made her come, but she had never screamed his name before.
Maybe, just maybe, she had feelings for Vaughn. And maybe she’d been right about Sersie. The man deserved a chance. He wasn’t Vance. Whatever had driven Sersie to use drugs, he didn’t use people like Vance had. Sersie cared about Hannah.
“I don’t understand. Why did Ren give me a present? And why not give it to me himself?”
“Ah, yes,” Vaughn said as he held the pendant in his hand. Ren does lovely work, but this is more than a necklace. It’s a weapon he designed for you, for when you’re alone. Or at work, namely.”
Vaughn guided her finger to the side, about a third of the way down. “That depression is a trigger. If you press it, a spray shoots out from here.” He moved her finger to the finely etched, horizontal line that hid the microscopic holes. “Sersie created a concoction similar to pepper spray but using the local plants. There are no pepper plants on Narkos.”
Slowly, a smile emerged. “They did that? For me?”
“We’re serious about keeping you safe. Whatever it takes, Hannah.”
“I. . . I’m not sure what to say.”
“You can thank Ren and Sersie later. Although I think letting him go down on you may have been thanks enough. I’ve never seen him look so high without being high.”
She blushed. She’d enjoyed having Sersie watch, then being restrained as he had his first taste of her.
“I’m guessing you enjoyed first meal this morning,” he added, unable to contain his chuckle.
