He opened his eyes, wanting to nestle into her hair, feel her body against his, run his hands over her breasts, savor her pussy. His mind boiled with need while his cock throbbed painfully against his pants.
It took a minute to focus on the woman standing at the end of the building. The suns captured the gleam in Borna’s black hair, which she’d twisted back in a knot behind her head. Long strands fell around her face, her dark eyes focused on them.
Marc straightened, staring at her over Dree’s head. Borna looked…aroused.
“What?” Dree sounded like she’d awoken from a dream, looking up at him with gray eyes clouded over with lust.
Borna had the same look in her eyes.
Dree turned slowly in Marc’s arms. His hands brushed over her breasts, wanting to savor the touch, but allowing her to move so she could see Borna.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Borna’s gaze fixed on Dree. “I didn’t know you had an interest in Marc of Torin.”
“Borna…” Dree took a step toward Borna.
Borna crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Your men won’t let me contact Kopah-Torl.”
His moment had been interrupted. Dree left his arms, moving to Borna.
She turned to Marc, placing her hand on Borna’s arm. “There is no reason not to trust her,” she said.
Borna shrugged Dree’s arm off of hers. “I don’t need your help, Dree.”
Dree looked at her, ready to protest, but Borna turned around. “If I can’t contact them, I will simply head back to the farm.”
She walked back around the building, leaving the two of them alone again.
“She is a good person.” Dree crossed her arms, accentuating the curve of her breasts.
“You know nothing about her.” He searched for reasons why the woman shouldn’t be trusted, but came up lacking.
“She has saved my life twice. And she didn’t have to.” Dree walked up to him, her fingers tracing delicate paths up his chest. “You’re right. I don’t know anything about her,” she continued, her voice dripping with a sweetness that rushed through him like an alluring drug. “But I don’t know a lot about you either, yet I’m willing to travel to your home with you. So am I gullible, or a good judge of character?”
“There are times when I can’t picture you as a slave. You would have made a damned good diplomat.” He wrapped his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back so that he could see her face. “But I had intended to tell my men to let her contact her people.”
Her tongue darted out of her mouth, touching the tip of her upper lip. He imagined it licking his cock, those full lips wrapping around him. If he didn’t keep his thoughts at bay he would turn her around and fuck her right there alongside the house.
“My former mistress…” she paused and lowered her eyes since she couldn’t lower her face in the grip of his hands.
Marc sensed her embarrassment over her loyalty to her previous owner. The soft blush that spread over her face made her even more beautiful. He brushed his thumb over the warmth of her skin, encouraging her to continue.
“Marla of Torl trusted her. And Borna took me under her wing. She worked with me.”
He wanted to know how much she worked with Dree. There was something between the two women, and he wanted to know what it was. Or maybe the bond was on Borna’s side, and that was why Dree left. He wanted to believe she left for him, but he needed to hear from her why she returned.
“Then why did you leave?” he prompted. His insides tightened, preparing for the worst of answers.
“Marc,” she sighed, reaching for his hands and taking them in her smaller ones, pulling them into her grasp so that she held them in front of her face. Her breath was hot against his skin when she continued. “I needed to get my people. They could have a life on Kopah-Torl.”
Something inside him told him there was another reason. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but hard training made him good at reading people. Dree was an open book, trusting and so new to his way of life. And there was something she wasn’t telling him.
“We managed to get a few who claimed they were from Poltar out when we first entered the castle,” he told her.
“You did?” Her face lit up with more happiness than he’d seen before. “Where are they?”
“They left for Torin almost a week ago.” He knew this meant a lot to her because whatever censored emotions she’d had a moment before were now completely gone.
A shrill scream sounded from the other side of the house. Every muscle inside Marc hardened from the sound, while he braced himself instinctively for an attack.
Dree shuddered, turning and at the same time clinging to him. Protective instincts flushed through him. Their conversation no longer mattered, although issues remained unsettled. Grabbing her and holding her behind him, Marc pulled his laser, using the building and his body to shelter Dree while he moved toward the front of the house.
Chapter Seventeen
Marc’s body was as solid as the side of the house next to Dree. His heartbeat firmly in his chest, a strong repeating throb that she held on to, focused on to keep from panicking. Whoever screamed, it had been the last sound they made before dying.
“What happened?” She edged into him, suddenly craving the warmth of his body while a nasty chill rushed over her.
Marc held his laser in his hand, another one at his waist, crushing into Dree while she hugged him. He was a giant, a wall blocking her view around the side of the house.
“My guess is we have company.” His voice was low, hard, without emotion.
But his words sent a nasty chill through Dree.
He took a step forward, and she moved with him, not wanting to leave the security of his body. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on overload, having just had his hands on her, and now fear was pumping through her almost too fast for her to breathe. She wanted to go back to kissing him, to being in his arms.
Someone started running. And then there were footsteps everywhere. Marc had moved around the corner of the house, his arm extended low to keep her behind him.
“Get your fucking hands off of me.” It was Borna, and she sounded more than pissed.
Dree heard something behind her and turned in time to see a tall Bortan, his beady red eyes piercing her with their angry stare. A mean sneer crossed the half-human, half-machine face as he pointed a long gun at them.
She didn’t think. And later she would barely remember what compelled her, but somehow Dree pulled the laser from Marc’s belt.
A throat-wrenching scream escaped her lips as she fired at the Bortan. The surprised expression that crossed his face while the laser ripped through his body stunned Dree.
Her finger pressed against the cold metal of the trigger, seeming to become one with it. Muscles clamped down in her arms, preventing her from lowering them. She simply stared down the length of the weapon while continuing to fire.
Someone else rounded the building, the metal catching her eye before she even saw their face. Adjusting the gun, her finger smashing into the trigger, the female Bortan rounding the corner looked down when Dree sliced through her arm.
“Go away!” she screamed.
Her legs suddenly felt too wobbly to hold her. Stepping backwards, unable to stare any longer at the two Bortan bleeding on the ground, she turned, the urge to run driving her.
Marc’s powerful chest stopped her. Slamming into him, tears burned down her cheeks. Would the Bortan ever leave them alone?
“I killed them,” she cried out.
“Calm down.” Marc sounded too at ease.
She stared into his dark gaze, an angry fire burning in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before. A warrior stood before her, more dangerous and fierce-looking than any Bortan she had ever laid eyes on.
He grabbed her, nearly pulling her off her feet while moving around the front of the building. His body became a human shield, his grip a steel clamp around her arm.
Several people walked ou
t of the house. Two Bortan, hauling a fighting and kicking Borna, moved into the yard.
“Get your fucking hands off of me.” Borna screamed, her body twisting, while long black hair flew around her, adding to the insanity of the moment.
“Marc of Torin. You will surrender.” The metallic voice rumbled toward them from the side.
Marc’s body twisted as he opened fire on the Bortan that moved toward them from the front of the house. But he only had his one weapon, his other laser still in Dree’s hand. The cold metal slid around in her grip, her palm so sweaty she could barely hold it.
The Bortans leaving the house fired toward them as well. Dree raised the laser in her hand, a scream wrenching from her throat as she tried to focus on either of the Bortan while Borna twisted and turned between them.
The sensation of falling, Marc underneath her, his massive frame preventing her from hitting the ground, distracted her. But it was too late. Her finger clamped down on the laser, her hair sticking to her tear-stained face while she fired blindly.
This was stupid. She needed to drop the damned weapon and figure out why they had fallen to the ground. It seemed the ground vibrated underneath them from heavy footsteps running around them. People were everywhere, and if she didn’t quit firing someone would get killed, like Borna or one of Marc’s men.
“Drop it, Dree.” It was a man’s voice, yelling at her.
She opened her hand, spreading her fingers, her arm still extended while the weapon left her grip, falling somewhere nearby.
Marc lay underneath her. Shoving her hair out of her face, she turned, and that is when she saw the blood.
“No!” She grabbed him.
But he was too heavy for her to lift.
“It’s okay, Dree.” Borna wrapped her arms around Dree, pulling her away from Marc. “It’s a flesh wound. He’ll be fine.”
“Marc.” She tried to pull free from Borna, who held her firmly in her arms.
Trent Dar lifted Marc, who indeed seemed to stand with some assistance.
Several other warriors and a handful of townspeople moved around them, dragging dead Bortan.
“Bring her to the carrier,” Trent told Borna as he helped the injured Marc walk the distance.
Blood stained through Marc’s shirt. He pressed his hand against his injured arm and straightened, walking tall and proud toward the carrier. She barely paid attention to the other warriors loading the computer equipment. Her heart raced so fast she could barely breathe. Borna held her close, almost carrying her while they followed the men.
“Are you okay?” Borna’s tone was gentle, soothing.
Dree looked at her. This was out of character for her new friend.
“I have no idea,” she answered honestly. “I killed some people.”
“You did well, soldier.” Borna didn’t smile, but her dark eyes glowed, the same dangerous look she’d seen on Marc’s face hovered over Borna’s pretty features.
“It’s all a blur. I’m not sure that I did all that well.”
There were still people hurrying all around them. She had no idea where the people who lived in the homes around them had been all this time, but now they seemed to come out in hordes. Several women ran forward, carrying blankets that they lined in the back of the carrier.
“This should make you more comfortable.” One of the women did a little curtsy to Marc after arranging a few blankets in the back for him.
“It’s much appreciated,” he told her.
Dree heard the strain in his voice and knew he was in pain. Something weighed heavy on her heart, an ache that sank through her. She trembled, searching his face when he looked at her.
“We’ve sent the medics ahead,” Trent Dar told him. The Gren had climbed into the driver’s seat, turning to speak to Marc. “I can contact one of them to turn around.”
Marc shook his head, his dark hair pressed against his head from sweat. Dree climbed into the carrier, crawling so that she kneeled next to him.
“Let me see,” she whispered. “I can at least clean and wrap it.”
She needed to be strong, show the bravery that Marc displayed. All she wanted to do was crawl into his arms and cry, allow him to hold her.
His soft blue eyes were a pool of pain and frustration. “Help me get my shirt off.”
Touching him sent shivers through her body. She shouldn’t be turned on like this when Marc was hurt, in pain. But helping him glide his shirt over his body, muscles appearing everywhere in front of her, made her pussy throb.
Someone closed the carrier door behind them, casting dark shadows over his immaculate chest. Dree’s fingers trembled when she reached for his injured arm, sliced wide open from the laser.
“We’ll just wrap it for now.” Marc looked over her to the Gren. “I don’t want anyone coming back this way who doesn’t have to.”
Borna had climbed in the front, sitting next to Trent Dar. “You have a med kit in this thing, don’t you?”
Dree looked in her direction while Trent Dar grunted something. Whatever they did, she feared they needed to do it quickly. Marc was losing a lot of blood.
Borna pulled a box out of the compartment Trent Dar pointed to, and then went down on her knees in front of Marc. Dree found herself moving to the side, placing her hands on his powerful shoulders while Borna wrapped the injury.
Marc turned his head away from Borna, his blue eyes glassy as he stared at her. “Kiss me.”
Dree smiled, more than willing to be his distraction from the pain. Leaning forward carefully, she sucked on his lower lip. “Are you sure you can handle it?” she teased, losing herself quickly in the depths of his blue orbs.
Marc groaned, and then growled when Borna tugged on the bandages.
“She is going to kill me,” he muttered.
Borna knelt over him, her large breasts almost in his face while she secured the wrappings on his arm. If he were to turn his head, he could bury himself in her cleavage. Dree wondered if he found Borna as captivating as she did. Her dark beauty couldn’t be missed with her long hair, the color of night, streaming around her sensual body.
“More like she is saving your life.” Dree kissed his mouth, his chin, his cheeks.
She ran her fingers over his bare skin, feeling his muscles tremble under her touch. In spite of the pain, he was aroused. There was no way she would be able to handle such an affliction, carry on a conversation, and be turned on all at the same time.
“You saved his life,” Borna said, glancing her way. “You’re a better shot than I guessed.”
“She is right. You might actually be warrior material after all.” Marc smiled, melting her heart. And her entire insides turned to a molten liquid as well, his roguish good looks enough to make a woman beg to be fucked.
“Hardly.” Dree smiled back at both of them.
Stroking his shoulders, losing herself in the perfection of his body, the last thing she wanted to do was talk about how she’d killed people, even if they were Bortan.
“Well, I think that bandage should hold you until your doctors can look at you.” Borna leaned back, twisting her hair absently behind her back while she spoke.
Marc looked at her, leaning hard into Dree as he did. He seemed suddenly very sleepy and she wondered what was in that medic kit Borna had used. Dree hadn’t paid close attention. Possibly Borna had given him a sedative to ease the discomfort, in which case, she would have a very heavy blanket over her through their journey to his home.
“Thank you.” Marc relaxed even further.
Borna shrugged, obviously not comfortable with the gratitude and slid back into the front next to Trent Dar.
Dree must have fallen asleep. Half of her body tingled from lack of circulation while she struggled to adjust herself under Marc. It was very dark outside and she could tell the engines of the carrier slowed.
Within minutes they had stopped and the carrier doors opened. Several guards lifted Marc off of Dree, carrying him away into the night.
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br /> Dree slid out of the carrier on her rear, stepping onto the ground unceremoniously.
“Is this Torin?” She looked around her at the magnificent building that stood so high it disappeared into the darkness of the sky.
“I never thought I would step foot on this land.” Borna stood next to her, also looking around her and sounding just as awestruck.
“Follow me.” The Gren appeared out of nowhere, his long cape flowing around him as he walked ahead of them.
Dree walked next to Borna, following Trent Dar as he led them through a tall gate and into the huge building. If this was Marc’s home, his castle made King Sorale’s place look like a dump.
The Gren’s boots echoed in the large hallway, which was dimly lit with small round bulbs hanging from thick chains from the ceiling. Marc had disappeared and Dree had no idea where he led them. Her heart raced, half-excited and more than a little nervous.
After passing several closed doors, Trent Dar opened the one at the end of the hall and gestured for them to enter.
“You will come with me,” he told Borna.
Dree looked quickly around the dark room, and then back at the other two standing in the doorway. “Does she have to leave me?”
The Gren looked at her with those penetrating black eyes, and then at Borna. He lifted a shoulder lazily. “I was simply going to give her the room across the hall. Stay together if you like.”
With that, he turned and left the two of them, the steady beat of his boots echoing until they faded along with his presence.
“He brought you to Marc of Torin’s room.” Borna entered into the darkness and then placed her hand on a light pad on the wall. Instantly, soft light filled the room.
Its magnificence took Dree’s breath away. Not even her old master on Torl had lived this well. Thick carpet covered the floor, with a large bed definitely the center of attention in the middle of the room. Extravagant tapestries hung on the walls, rich in color and design. Dree didn’t recognize the artwork but doubted it was anything from Benox. The material looked foreign, almost alive.
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