Page 94 of Auctioned to the Convicts
Being away from her since then had been hard. He’d been crawling out of his skin practically. He thought of asking Vaughn for help, something that would calm him, but the man was distracted. Sersie would not bother him, not after they’d come to a basic peace.
Sersie tried reassuring himself that Hannah wouldn’t leave him. She wasn’t anything like Rissa. Hannah was sweet, strong, genuinely concerned about him and the others in the unit. She didn’t have it in her to deceive anyone. She wanted to bring the five of them together, to broker a peace and make them into a family, and he believed her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t lose her. Other prisoners would take her if he and the rest of his unit let their guard down.
If he lost her, he’d use again, there was no question in his mind. With her, he had no desire for Flight. A person could wave it under his nose and he wouldn’t have the slightest inclination to snort or inject the substance. He knew because Dresden had come by three days ago and done just that. More threats. Finish Salvation or get a few rounds of Flight force-injected to him.
The second time in his life he’d been so scared he thought his heart would seize is when the guard had knocked on his lab door to say his female was at the security gate and he wanted to know if he could have a few rounds with her in exchange for looking the other way the next time Sersie used.
The guard somehow knew Sersie had slipped up in the past, but that wasn’t what scared him. It was knowing Hannah had been alone, with guards contemplating how to have her. She’d put herself at risk coming here, at risk going anywhere unescorted. All the anxiety and terror of that night at the house came back in full force, along with the realization that Sersie would lose her one day. He didn’t know how and when, but he knew he wouldn’t survive it.
The fucking rules he, Vaughn, Ren, and Ky’Li had put in place were far from perfect. Net goes down, Conway sends her home. . . and suddenly she’s unescorted, an easy target. She’d had the good sense to come to him, as his office was closest to the railcar, but even here she wasn’t safe. He couldn’t protect her, and that reality scared him, truly scared him.
As he dragged his mouth down her belly to the apex of her thighs, she spread her legs. He rolled the panties off of her and ran his fingers through her slit. She was soaking wet.
“Say you’re mine, Hannah,” he said as she lifted a leg over his shoulder, opening her to him.
“I belong to no one,” she said as he ran his tongue through her folds, coating his tongue with her juices, listening to her moans. Those moans were for him, and him alone.
“You belong to me. I belong to you,” he said.
“I belong to our unit.”
“Right now. Here and now, you belong to me,” he said as he found her clit and swirled his tongue around it.
“That’s so good, Sersie. Oh, God, so good.”
He sucked harder, drawing the pearl between his teeth. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pulling at his hair, bringing a need to the surface. A need to make her his.
“Haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since that morning in the kitchen. Want to taste you, fuck you. . .”
The green of her eyes seemed to swirl as she seared him with a heated gaze. “Fuck me, Sersie.”
Oh, he’d do that, for sure, but he wanted more from her.
As he thrust two fingers into her entrance and nipped at her clit, her body tightened and her walls gripped his fingers. She shouted his name as she exploded. With the taste of her still on his tongue, he rose. She was wobbly on her feet and she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Say you’re mine, Hannah,” he insisted again.
She bit her lip as she shook her head.
“You think you only belong to Ky’Li and Vaughn?”
Wide eyes held him, but she didn’t answer. Her lovely face was so expressive. He could see the warring of emotions in the desperate lift of her eyebrows and the pursing of her lips. She wanted to say yes, and yet she feared what it would do to the unit she was trying so hard to make as one.
Sersie pressed his hard length against her. Only his jeans separated them now. Her hand reached for his zipper, slowly drawing it down. He shoved his jeans down to his hips, letting his cock spring free.
“Say it,” he said.
“You know I can’t.”
“Stop worrying about the unit, for once.”
He lifted her onto his desk as he nudged her legs apart.
“I can’t, Sersie.”
“Can’t say it or can’t screw me?” he said as he pushed the tip of his cock into her entrance.
So very fucking soft and warm. He eased into her another inch, then pulled out. Torture. . . leaving her body was harder than coming down from Flight.
