Dark Strength by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax [Sax, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Three planet rotations later, Balvan carried Elyce through the settlement gates. The only beings waiting outside were Dare, the silver-scaled Dracheon, and three of his friends. It took four males to fill the role of her big male.

Elyce grinned at Balvan.

His eyes glowed. He hefted her higher against his chest as he approached the males, ensuring no one could touch her.

She no longer worried about them making an attempt to do that. All of the warriors showed him the respect he deserved, giving her, his mate, the space she needed.

“Any problems?” Balvan asked Dare.

His communications with other beings were short and curt, contrasting vividly with the longer conversations he had with her. She liked to think he talked more with her because he trusted her, cared for her.

“Four residents left at sunrise.” Dare kept his distance from them. “One returned, covered in blood. The sand dunes will be a boneyard by the time this siege ends.”

Balvan grunted.

There were five new corpses displayed on stakes by the walls. She wrinkled her nose. Those beings must have broken one of the Refuge’s few rules. Kralj and Dita’s vengeance was swift and bloody.

Killing within the walls was one of the rules not to be broken. The more violent residents left the settlement to end lives. That was the only movement in and out of the gates.

Which was why Balvan had set up entertainment for her during their shifts. She peered at the targets erected in the distance.

“The males and I have bets on how many you’ll hit this planet rotation, Elyce.” Dare laughed, strolling toward the open gates. “Take the wind speed into account.”

The gates closed behind the males.

Balvan lowered her until her booted feet touched the ground, rubbing her leather-clad form over his. They had fucked when they woke, yet he was hard and she was needy.

If someone had told her thirty planet rotations ago she would crave a male as much as she craved Balvan, she would have rolled her eyes and told that someone it couldn’t be true. That part of her was dead.

But her big green male had changed her thinking. Elyce leaned against him. She was addicted to his touch.

He licked a thick forefinger and held it up. “Wind is coming from our right.”

She watched the granules of white sand move, using that to judge the wind’s intensity. “I’ll adjust for it.”

She drew one of her guns. Every chance they were given, she practiced. When Marowit came for her, and she was certain he would, she’d be ready.

She slid the lever to shoot, aimed a smidgeon to the right, pressed the trigger. Hard. Balvan had modified its sensitivity.

The projectile blasted outside the inner circle drawn on the target.

“You were close.” Pride edged Balvan’s voice.

Warmth spread over her chest. “I wasn’t close enough.” She adjusted her aim. “Especially since my target will be moving.”

“Not if I see him first.” He rumbled.

She tapped the trigger. The projectile was closer to the center.

She practiced until her arms were sore, then she holstered her gun and leaned against her big male.

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