Vash lowered her back down. “No,” he sneered. “Not like this.”
Lucas let out a cry of pleasure, so loud it caused Wren to dart back an inch. “I told you she wouldn’t take to you. You’re an ogre,” he cried.
Vash hammered his fist against the wall. “We do it my way. Sit the fuck down,” he said. “And close your eyes.”
Wren did not close her eyes. She forcefully kept them opening, even as she witnessed the alpha jerk his hand over his cock. He was much harder than she expected, and she knew he might explode quickly.
When she felt the light patter of his seed hit her face, she shut her lips and twisted her jaw with annoyance. This wasn’t exactly what she expected out of a first date.
“If you need to unwind,” she said, wiping a gelatinous glob off her cheekbone, “You don’t need to go to such great lengths.”
Swinging open the front door, Killian stood, rifle loosely straddling his chest. “What’s wrong? Can’t knot?”
Vash flushed and collapsed to the floor, panting. “Don’t fuck with me.”
Killian silently walked toward Wren and offered his hand. At first, she took it for a ploy, but when he knelt and removed a strand of sticky hair from her eyes, she allowed her trust to carry her into his arms.
Vash couldn’t bear to see this act of kindness. She was a slave girl, the muck of the human race. She existed for one purpose, and that was her sex.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Vash asked.
With her arms draped around Killian’s shoulders, Wren placed her cheek against him. He hoisted her ass onto his palms and started for the door. “My maps register a pack of bounty hunters four miles south. We need to leave.”
“We’re in a dome. You won’t get an accurate reading. We wait until night,” he said.
Lucas pounded the glass window. “Vash!”
Vash bundled his kits in a hurry and collected the girl’s dress for her to wear. He winced through more pain before stumbling through the doorway. He was more injured than he’d thought, but he could use his bike to get to the north wall of the dome, no problem. Reassessment could come after.
“Fine. End this madness. I’ll go,” he said.
Despite the trade of chips for entrance, the alpha knew they’d be met with force upon exit. “Do you have the detonator ready?”
“Should’ve set a timer,” Lucas remarked.
Vash eyed the girl hugging Killian’s strong shoulders.
“He’s got it ready,” Killian said.
Vash shoved past the threshold of the door.
Outside, the sun was burning in a haze against the dull atmosphere of the large dome. The wind rushed against his weakening body, but it wasn’t enough to cool him down. The dust from the fields brushed against his eyes, briefly catching like tiny blades before he could blink.
“Fuck this.”
Still eyeing his catch, he waited for her to come to her senses and run to him. If she didn’t, he’d be forced to punish her.
“You,” he whispered.
Once at the parked bikes, Killian turned and grunted as Vash pressed his hand against a wound that was starting to become a real issue.
“I’ve got her,” Killian said.
“I can see that,” Vash said.
For a moment, Killian stood taunting him. Bending his nostrils against the back of her thick auburn hair, he inhaled. She hadn’t showered in weeks and was at her peak of sweaty scent. Vash noted when his pupils changed into a thin needle.
He knew Killian already loved the girl. That wasn’t an issue. When they were back in Dagon, they could all figure out a system. But if any one of them got in the way of his healing, he’d be buried in less than a week.