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“What a mess.”
“So cold,” she said.
“Ah, fuck.”
The man carrying her set her down on her feet. She couldn’t support her own weight as her knees buckled. A man grabbed her waist.
“No!” she said, flailing, but his grip was too strong. “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged the man with cold eyes.
“I should have left you back there,” Ivan said as he stripped off his coat. “After what you did, you deserve pain and humiliation.”
“One minute until the concussive shots wear off,” the second man said.
Ivan draped his coat around her, glaring at her even as he spoke to the second man with the flawless face and searing blue eyes. “They’ll be too disoriented to follow us. You got the bunker ready, Jayce?”
“Yes.” Jayce reached out and stroked her face.
“Thank you for s-saving me,” she said, her teeth still chattering.
Ivan spun her toward him and backed her into Jayce.
“You’re no good to me dead,” Ivan said, even as Jayce’s hands moved under her coat, up her naked thighs, and over her bare ass. He pressed himself against her backside. Coarse fabric chaffed against cold flesh, but there was no mistaking his hard length or his intent.
She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her throat, but she kept silent. They’d saved her from that group of animals, but that didn’t mean her fate had changed. Except these guys didn’t hold the same murderous look in their eyes as the bearded man.
Melina lifted her eyes to the taller man. Ivan. His eyes left her for a moment, glancing at the man behind her, the man whose hand parted her ass.
A tear escaped her, but she didn’t move. Fighting would do no good. She was trapped between them, and they were bringing her to a shelter. She needed to get out of the cold before frostbite set in. “Don’t kill me,” she pleaded.
Ivan threw her over his shoulder again and took long strides. The man moved so fast, Jayce had to sprint to catch up.
“You said I could have her when I wanted,” Jayce said.
“The bunker,” Ivan growled.
“I’m not a toy,” Melina said.
“No, you’re a butcher, a killer worse than anyone here,” Ivan said.
“What are you t-talking about?”
“Silence.”
Melina opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She’s felt the man’s desire to hurt her. He was barely containing himself, and the man trailing behind him would use her. Neither man cared about her. She needed to make them care. . . Nothing else would save her here. They’d claim her, she didn’t doubt that. But she could keep them from hurting her. Maybe.
Chapter Four
JAYCE
Jayce ran his hand up the woman’s bare leg while she remained trapped on Ivan’s shoulder. The feel of her flesh beneath his hand felt so good. Seven years since he’d felt a female beneath him, since he’d slid inside one and felt a warm pussy grab his dick. He couldn’t believe his good fortune, after all this time and all the deals he’d made. This had to be the best deal he’d ever made, even if it tied him to Ivan. The man was an ass, and worse, a loner, but Jayce could tolerate him as long as he had access to the woman.
Ivan never broke his word. Never. Not in the two years Jayce had known the soldier on Veenith, or the years growing up together. If Ivan gave his word, whether to trade a commodity, work someone’s shift in the mines, or kill a man—for revenge, not contract work—he always came through. And Ivan had promised Jayce could fuck the woman whenever he wanted.
Jayce had wanted to fuck her halfway to the bunker. Just feeling her bare thighs and plump ass had made him hard, but Ivan was nothing if not practical. Screwing her outside in the cold wasn’t the best decision, especially when Hawke and his unit would be hunting for her. The bunker was safe. Jayce could lock her in a room with him and stay there for days, shoving his dick in every tight hole of hers as much as he wanted. He’d earned it. He’d traded away all of his clothing, his knives, and his coveted spot in general housing in a five-way deal that finally secured Crusher’s help when he couldn’t locate Glasner, Ivan’s buddy from his military days.
Ivan stopped and pivoted in the snow. The snowdrifts easily disoriented even the best soldiers on Veenith. Jayce eyed the prize over Ivan’s shoulder. She pressed her hands against Ivan’s back, forcing her upper body up. Large expressive eyes held him. He couldn’t wait to see those eyes looking up at him while she sucked his dick down her throat.
“This way,” Jayce said, cutting across the field of white toward the mountain and the boulders that hid the damn door to the bunker.
