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“I thought you already did, pa’vi,” she said, breathless as he took her hands in one of his and held them above her. His hold was stronger than iron.
“A true claiming involves the female surrendering herself.”
She tugged against his hold, and the inability to move from him was oddly titillating. Trapped. And yet safer than she’d ever been on Argus. With one powerful thrust, Ky’Li filled her. His mouth overtook her, stifling her gasp as he drove his cock into her, shaking the entire bed. He started slow, allowing her to get used to his impressive size. Each time he withdrew slowly, only to slam into her again.
He released her hands at last, allowing her to thread her fingers through his hair. Her soldier appeared so focused, so intense. She wished she knew what he was thinking.
His large hands pushed her knees up to her chest as he fully seated himself in her, then a troubled look crossed his face.
“Ky?” she asked.
Heavy balls slapped against her ass with each thrust as he fucked her hard, fast, and with no reprieve. Throaty grunts, deep and almost animalistic, filled the air.
The vulnerability of suborning herself to him, of him taking from her what he needed, gave her a freedom she hadn’t known before. No decisions to be made, no worries, only surviving, taking the punishing fucking, which is what it was, and letting him gain what he needed from her. Ky’Li needed to take control, to erase the past that had slipped out from under him, to rise above a present that he felt lost in, and to prepare for an uncertain future with a unit that he could not keep from sharing her.
“Omi sev sha’vi leck,” the words flowed from his mouth in rough, almost angry bursts as his eyes bore into her. A claiming. Ky’Li was claiming her.
He had forgiven her.
She was his now.
Dizzying heat spiraled through her, pooling in her pussy as his thrusts wrung another orgasm from her. Her walls tightened and squeezed him.
“Yes! Claim me, sha’vi,” he whispered, making it clear that he was as much hers as she was his. The very thought that he could take her, have her however he wanted and yet considered himself hers made her shatter.
Damn, Ky’Li was right. One woman, one man.
And just beyond those thin walls, waited three more men who had already claimed a piece of her heart.
Chapter Thirteen
SERSIE
Sersie looked over Hannah’s shoulders as she sat in the kitchen chair, flipping through the schedule on the datapad. Her eyes narrowed and her fingers drummed against the datapad. Her hand had healed, and she seemed herself, yet different, stressed.
“I don’t understand. Does this mean I’ve been fired? Will Dresden send me to the mines instead. . . or worse? Ren said there’s a woman on the other side of the mountain—”
Sersie put his hand on the datapad and drew it away from her. “You’re on medical leave. Nothing more.”
“I haven’t had a shift in four days. I’m not even sure what I did wrong. I didn’t rat on—”
“On. . . ?” Sersie urged, trying to get her to reveal her attacker’s name. “You might as well tell us now. We’ll find out, eventually. Get it over with, Hannah, so you can return to work without having to worry about him.”
Her eyes went wide. “You did this, didn’t you? You got me kicked off of the rotation at the port.”
“As I said, you’re on sick leave. It’s allowed. We’re covering your quota.”
“But—”
“You needed this time to heal.”
“My hand healed by mid-afternoon the next day.”
Her hand had healed, but she’d suffered more than physical trauma. And they had needed time to figure out how to protect her when she returned to work.
“My manager will—”
“He’ll do nothing. When a worker is out, another takes his place, and his unit covers the worker’s quota.”
