Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Her breathing hitched as he brushed his fingers along her cheek.
“Your skin color is such a contrast to ours,” he said in a low voice. “Yet strikingly beautiful and unique.”
Her pussy became wet for the first time in her life, and she thought of lewd images of Viktor and her on his sleeping platform, his brothers watching, waiting for their turn to claim her. “How long before we reach your planet?”
She was nervous and didn’t know how to properly respond to what he told her about being their mate. So these males wanted her as a breeding partner, as a female who would carry their young and be shared amongst them. Although to some that might sound like a prison all in itself, the way he spoke about it and the scent that came from him told her he was true and honest in his words.
Because of her Cellulion genetics, she had acute and heightened senses—just like many of the alien species in the galaxy—able to tell a being’s true intent. And the fact that Viktor and his brothers wanted her as an equal was something she never thought she’d experience in her life.
He smoothed his finger along her cheek and over her bottom lip. “It will take two more Sessinea days before we reach Hades,” he said in a low voice. “And then a half a day before we make it to our home.”
Her heart beat fast, and the feel of his warm skin along hers had tingles racing throughout her body. She stared into his black eyes, taking in the sharp angles of his face. The male was not handsome in the classical sense. He looked like a warrior, like a fighter, as did his brothers.
She knew nothing about these warriors aside from the hurried introductions they had given as they boarded their craft. But Mekenna didn’t need to know every little detail about these aliens to know their intentions were not vile as her owner’s had been.
“You have been hurt your whole life,” Viktor said, as if speaking to himself. “You have fought to stay alive, to rise above the oppression of your kind and the class they deemed you.”
She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to voice her opinion on the matter. Mekenna had never been allowed to speak her mind, to tell anyone her worries or fears, or what she dreamed about. Her mind was her safe haven, her retreat, and in there was where she envisioned her life away from servantry, away from being the abused property of men who thought she was nothing more than a piece of meat to be handled any way they saw fit.
But even though her life had been horrid and her body used, she never allowed that to break her spirit. Maybe she had gotten that strength from her human mother, the one she had never met but who was mistreated in the vilest of ways.
Her skin temperature was nearly the same as the Hades males, and she envisioned herself giving them everything she had, not because they wanted it, but because she wanted to give it to them. Not thinking anymore and acting for herself for the first time in Mekenna’s life, she rose on her toes and took what she wanted.
She placed her hands on his firm pectoral muscles, steadied herself against him, and kissed him. This was her first kiss, her first intimate encounter that wasn’t forced. He was tense at first, and she feared she had overstepped her bounds, but when she was about to pull back, he gripped the back of her hair.
Viktor growled low in his throat and tightened his hand in the strands, keeping her right where he wanted her.
The flavor of his tongue as he moved it along her lips, coaxing, asking her to open for him, slammed into Mekenna’s body with so much force she braced her hands on the glass behind her. Viktor took one more step forward, pressing his chest to hers and causing her to move completely back on the glass now.
He took control of the kiss she started, licking at her lips, pressing between the seam of her mouth, and making these deep animalistic sounds. The vibrations went straight to her pussy, speared the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound, and had her gasping for air.
He pulled back only long enough to look at her and growl out, “You’re ours now, Mekenna. I will say it again, and again, until you understand that we own you as much as you own us. You will never be abused, never mistreated or forced. You are here of your own free will.”
She nodded even though he didn’t phrase it like a question, and even though technically he had not asked her what she wanted after he took her from her former owner. But it didn’t matter, because she realized as soon as she saw these males that she wanted them. It was an awareness in her body, in her very soul, that spoke of something more than the life she led. “I do want this, want all of you.”