by Jenika Snow
“You’ve been in here for a while.” The deep voice that came from the entrance startled her, and she lifted her head to see Viktor watching her. He wore another pair of leathers, these darker, almost black, and his hair was wet from his clear recent bath. He stepped into the room and smiled down at her. “You’ve been in here for a few hours.”
Had she?
She glanced down at the digital tablet, saw that she was already halfway through the story, and realized that he was right. Gods, she had been in here for a long time, and she hadn’t even realized it. “I’m sorry.” She smiled and set the tablet down.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. We want you to be able to do as you please, for however long you want to do it. This is your life now, and you are not our prisoner or our servant.”
She swallowed, never hearing such kind words spoken to her before.
“Thank you again.”
He nodded in a gruff way, and moved toward the chair across from her. After he was seated he leaned back and braced his big arms over the back of the chair. “What were you reading?” Viktor said and nodded with his chin toward the tablet on the table.
“I wasn’t actually reading … I can’t.” Embarrassment filled her.
“We can put a reading chip in you, if you like?”
She nodded. Slaves were not taught such luxuries, especially if they didn’t benefit their Masters. “I was looking at the images, and I guess I got lost in it all.” She licked her lips. “But from the images I gathered it was about a family on Earth trying to survive after the third World War that devastated and destroyed the planet.”
He nodded once. “That is one of Savastian’s favorites. I don’t get to read much, but when I do have the time I enjoy the newer titles that have come out in this century.” He grinned and flashed her his straight white smile.
“I would assume you three have much more important things to worry about than reading.”
He didn’t respond, but continued to stare at her with that piercing dark gaze of his. She felt bared for him, more than a little off kilter when she was in their presence, but only in the best of ways.
“Would you like to hear about our planet before we arrive tomorrow?” he asked in that deep, slightly hoarse and scratchy voice of his.
Mekenna nodded, licked her lips, and settled back against the soft cushioning of the air chair.
“Although you have human genetics, your Cellulion blood should be able to have you living comfortably in the extreme heat of Hades, especially since Sessinea is not much cooler than my home planet.”
Although she had never been to Hades, she did know enough about the red fire planet that it was extremely hot because of the several suns in the sky, the lava rivers, lakes and oceans, and of course the fire forest.
“Most Hades Warriors live within the protection of the mountains on our planet, but my brothers and I have been living deep within the Fedenya caves in the center of the biggest fire forest called Goomata. It is on the other side of the Vella Mountains, but while protected from the heat and flames of our world, it still has a stabilized temperature to keep our kind comfortable.”
She pictured the fiery world he spoke of. Back on Sessinea she had seen holographic images of Hades, and other planets in the Stoker Galaxy, and knew that not many forms of life could survive on that planet. Humans were by far the weakest, but if they stayed out of the extreme heat and elements they could survive in the protection of caves and mountains. But her species, even though she was half human, thrived in the heat. Her blue skin allowed the temperature to slowly be absorbed into her body and metabolized. She may appear human, and look like her human slave mother, but she was very much a Cellulion alien. The planet sounded frightening in some aspects, but she also remembered seeing the gorgeous fire oceans and bodies of water, the towering black mountains and trees that had flames for leaves. It was a heaven and hell kind of world, and soon it would be where she would spend the rest of her life.
Viktor went on to talk about his world more, giving her these visuals that no hologram could ever achieve. Mekenna found herself leaning forward, anticipating the stories he spoke of, of the creatures that were like monsters from a nightmare, but that for Hades were everyday occurrences. How would she survive a planet where the life on it was so dangerous and destructive?
You’ll survive it because you’ll be free, and any planet that allows you to have that kind of freedom is better than being chained up. She lifted her hand to her neck, where there was no longer a chain around her throat. Viktor had taken it off as soon as they boarded the ship, and although it was strange to have that piece of metal off of her throat, she could still feel it there. Maybe she always would, because that had been her life since the moment she came out of her mother.
After Viktor was finished speaking he stood and went over to the window that showed the vast collection of planets and space. “Come stand by me, mate.”
She moved her hands over her thighs, took a deep, steadying breath, and rose to go and moved toward him. For several moments they just stood there, neither speaking, but the silence and atmosphere surrounding them comfortable.
“Did he harm you badly?” Viktor asked in a low, deep and threatening voice.
She didn’t respond at first, but did stare at him, thinking about his question. Mekenna didn’t want to talk about this, didn’t want to bring up what her life had been like. She was free now, as they had said to her, and so she exercised that right, hoping it didn’t backfire on her.
“Viktor, I would really prefer not to talk about that.” She looked at him, feeling unusual for speaking her mind at all. Although she had never done so in her entire life, Mekenna did see herself a strong female. She was no longer in that situation, felt herself starting to become even stronger still as each hour passed and she was moving further away from Sessinea.
Viktor turned and faced her, and for several minutes he just watched her, not speaking, just breathing evenly. There was this hint of anger on his face, but she could scent that it wasn’t directed toward her.
“We should have killed him when we were there. Letting him live was the worst mistake I’ve made.”
That statement touched something so deep inside of her that she knew these three men would forever be engrained in her. Without thinking she lifted her hand and cupped his face. His flesh was slightly stubble covered on his cheeks, but warm to the touch. He also leaned into her hold, and this wave of emotion moved through her.
“We may have just come into each other’s lives, but, female,” he paused a moment, “you have no idea how much control you have over us.”
Her heart slammed into her ribs, threatening to burst free. “Those are strong words, warrior.” Her throat was dry, closing in and making it difficult to breathe.
“Yes, but they are the truth. We knew as soon as we saw you that you were to be ours to claim,” Savastian said from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder. Fillip and Savastian stood in the entryway. For some reason she wasn’t nervous or surprised to see them, their bodies damp from bathing, and their focuses right on her. Before she could answer Viktor had his thumb and forefinger on her chin. He turned her head so she faced him again, and claimed her mouth.
“You are ours, Mekenna, but you hold so much power over us,” he murmured against her lips. Viktor pressed her back to the glass, and continued to kiss her. He started a slow pump and grind against her, and dammit she was helpless against the onslaught of his passion. When she opened her eyes she watched as Savastian and Fillip stared at them, observing the entire encounter. The dampness from Viktor’s recent bath coated his flesh, moved along her arms and neck because he was so close to her, and had her gently moaning into his mouth.
This drug-like feeling swarmed through her. He started licking and sucking at her lips, and then moved his mouth lower to repeat that action at her throat. She rested her head on the glass, stared at the brothers, and felt this voyeuristic energy fill her. When Viktor mo
ved his hand down her hip and grabbed the gown she wore. He moved it up her thigh, and kept it bunched at her waist.
“This is okay, dimina?”
She was stunned that he had even asked her if it was okay to touch her, but even more shocked that he had called her the Hades word for little flower. He pulled back so he could look in her face, and she stared into his dark eyes. After she nodded and whispered that she wanted this, he placed his hand on her pussy. She wore no undergarments, and the feel of his warm, thick fingers had a gasp leaving her. It was like that one sound, and her acceptance of this, started something monumental. Savastian and Fillip groaned deeply, and Viktor pressed his fingers harder against her flesh.
A cry of pleasure left her when he slipped a thick finger between her folds. He stroked her while sucking at the flesh at the base of her throat. He slipped that finger into her body, stretching to the point pleasure and pain consumed her. He pumped that digit into her, slow and easily, but then started thrusting that erection into her belly. Viktor pressed his thumb against her clit hard enough to have stars dancing behind her vision. It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one ball. She reached out and held tightly to his biceps, and curled her nails into his flesh.
“That’s it, Mekenna. Let go and I’ll make you feel so good,” he whispered against her neck. He pressed the pad of his finger deeper inside of her.
“Oh gods—”
“A Hades male likes it rough, hard, and fast. We fuck with determination, want our female to scream out as she comes around our cocks.” His voice was low, and she heard his brothers groan, as if they were confirming what Viktor said. He leaned in, and his humid, sweet breath brushed along her cheek. “I want you a trembling mess under me, want you sucking Savastian’s cock while Fillip fucks your ass,” he groaned. “Fuck, we want you any and all ways we can get you, dimina.” He ground himself into her faster, with more power. “I can smell how wet you are for us, and know you like my brothers watching as I bring you pleasure.”
She bit her lip hard enough she tasted blood, and nodded. His cock gave a mighty jerk, and she gasped when he ran his tongue over her lip and licked the blood off. Mekenna dug her nails deeper into his skin, and before she could beg him for more Viktor had her in his arms and strode out of the library. Tonight she’d give herself to these males, and there would be no stopping it.
Chapter Six
Mekenna stared at these three men, ones that watched her like they were consumed by the sight of her. They kept breathing heavier, inhaling deeply, and she knew these Hades warriors took in the scent of her. She didn’t know an extensive back history of their kind, but what she did know was that they had no Hades females. That meant they had to purchase women from the auctions, or acquire them other ways.
Viktor stared at her with hooded eyelids. He clenched his hands at his sides, over and over again, releasing and flexing as if he were trying to calm himself. The middle brother, Savastian, stood to Viktor’s right, this low, growling sound leaving him as he watched her as well. And then there was the youngest Hades warrior, Fillip. He already had his hand down his leathers, and she could see the way he touched himself lewdly, erotically, and to the point that she was getting even more aroused.
Their red flesh covered their massive frames. At seven feet in height they were the tallest humanoid species in the galaxy. Their muscles were pronounced, their strength and power evident. Dark, tribal Hades ink circled their biceps, and although each was similar in appearance because they shared the same bloodline, they were distinctly different as well. Viktor and Savastian had shorter black hair, whereas Fillip had longer hair that brushed his shoulders. They all had the same onyx colored eyes and fangs that lightly brushed the bottom of their lips. And their claws, gods, the black claws they had on the tips of their fingers had these images of them naked and sweaty, and marks covering her flesh. A shiver worked through her at the thought.
Her heart rate and breathing increased just knowing that the three warrior brothers were a few feet from her. A high unlike anything she had ever known filled her, causing a dizzying sensation to nearly claim Mekenna. Her pulse seemed to beat everywhere, but was far more pronounced in her clit. She wanted these three warriors, and not because they had purchased her from her former master, and saved her from a life of servitude, but because her body lit up just in their presence.
As they watched her with gazes so primal her knees nearly buckled, Mekenna felt her heart beat in her throat. Her pussy was wet, embarrassingly so, and although she had been used sexually by some of the guards, with permission from her Master, this was the first time she had wanted to be touched by a male.
Viktor was the first to step forward. The small room seemed to shrink even more, and the warmth increased to a fever pitch. “You’re afraid.” It wasn’t a question, wasn’t an accusation, but more of a lust thickened response from him. Yes she was, but not in the way he clearly thought. These three brothers were brutal, feral, and savage.
Viktor took another step forward, and another, until if he inhaled deeply his chest would brush against hers. She saw Savastian and Fillip move closer as well. She forced her eyes to stay open, forced herself to keep his gaze, and told herself not to crumble under his carnal pheromones. These three Hades males were compelling, and although being with them toed the line of danger, she wasn’t afraid.
“You should be afraid, only because our species is far stronger than you, hybrid. But you have nothing to fear from us.” His baritone voice wrapped around her, and an obscene amount of wetness slipped from her pussy. He inhaled deeply, and this animalistic growl left him. “We didn’t buy you from that bastard of a Master because we wish to own a slave,” he said in a low, husky voice. “We purchased you because we wanted you from the moment we saw you.” He lifted his hand and snagged a lock of her hair. “And then I saw him put his hand on you, dare to think touching a female in such a way was appropriate.” This chill came from him in a tidal wave. “I could have killed him right then and there, Mekenna. I could have torn his limbs from his body without even thinking.”
Her entire life she had been nothing but a piece of property. Mekenna had been beaten, discarded when she was done being used, and looked upon as some kind of freak because of her mixed species bloodline. She had always been no one, yet right now she felt like she was something important. She hadn’t even known these males for very long, didn’t know their backgrounds, or their personalities well enough to know if they were genuine. But what she felt was real, and that was that these males had saved her, meant her no harm, and were trying to take care of her. To them she was someone special.
Before she could say anything Viktor pushed her up against the wall, and wedged his knee between her thighs. She should have fought perhaps, but even if she had wanted to, which she didn’t, he was too strong, too powerful. Although she wasn’t small by human standards, and was a thick weight and average height for a human female, this male overpowered her to the nth degree.
“You don’t want this, Mekenna?” He leaned down, ran the tip of his nose up her throat. He growled once more when he reached her ear. “Because even if you say no, I can smell the wetness spilling from your cunt, and know you’ll be lying. But I’d stop in an instant.”
A shiver worked its way through her entire body. Before she could respond he had his hand between her legs and was tearing the flimsy material of her gown away. Using his knee he pushed her thighs farther apart and placed his hand right over her pussy. Everything happened so fast, and the truth was Mekenna wanted this desperately. She might have been born into slavery, but she was accepting this right now of her own free will. At the first touch of his fingers on her pussy folds she let her head fall back and closed her eyes as pleasure consumed her.
“I do want this,” she breathed out. “I do want to be free to make my own decision on who I am with.” When she opened her eyes a small sound left her at the fact Savastian and Fillip had moved closer. They were mere feet from her now, their scen
ts invading her head, filling every pore in her body, and claiming every inch of her. This was what it felt like to actually feel desire, to want something so badly she could literally taste it in the air and feel it on her flesh.
“I can feel how much you want us, can scent it in the air, feel it on my body, and won’t deny any of us.” He ran the pad of his thumb along her clit, rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth, and rumbled deeply. “Just tell me you’re ours, that you give yourself to us freely, and we will never let anyone hurt you again.”
The pleasure that took control of her body was mind-numbing and stole her breath.
“Tell us that you surrender, that you’ll be our mate, and we’ll show you what it means to be with Hades warriors.” He continued to rub her clit over and over again until she found herself gripping onto his bulging biceps and digging her nails into his flesh. He was just so much bigger than she was, they all were, and she felt like this tiny, small being compared to them. A gasp left her as a spark of pleasure assaulted her. He was relentless in his erotic onslaught. When he slipped a thick digit down her cleft, ran circles around her opening, and slowly penetrated her, a moan spilled out.
“Yes,” Viktor hissed out, and the sound of his brothers breathing heavily close by drowned out the sound of the spacecraft.
“That’s it, female. Give yourself over to us, and let us make you feel so fucking good.” He fucked her with that thick finger, tormented her with expert moves, and had her hating and loving every minute of it. It was so good, and she wanted more. She shook uncontrollably, and knew something monumental built inside of her. At twenty-nine human years this was the first time she was experiencing pleasure.