Stuffing my hands in the pockets of my jeans, I tried to appear as though I wasn’t freaking out on the inside.
What would these men do to me? Would they hurt me?
I had to be strong. I would fight and escape. I’d get away once again, just like I had all those years ago. I was never going to be a Vakarran captive.
Talor moved closer to me then, his body mere inches from mine and I watched him warily.
“Come. We’ve traveled far from the dating agency, to a place no one would ever think to search for you. No one is looking for you though. I made sure of tha
t,” he said. My eyes dropped down to the com at my wrist. “Don’t even think about it. I’ve already intercepted and disabled the GPS locator and the reply function of your device. You won’t be able to call for help. No one is going to save you from us.”
His fingers crawled across my shoulders and I had to force myself not to flinch away.
“What is going to happen to me?” I couldn’t help but ask, unable to stop the quiet shake in my tone. His lip curled up for a flash of a second at that simple evidence of my fear. My jawline tensed. I’d have to be more careful, otherwise all of them would be able to read me as easily as a book.
“You’re going to be our captive. Our breeder,” he replied, his voice arrogant, used to being obeyed.
“I’m not yours. I’m to wed Prince Radock,” I countered. He grinned salaciously.
“Not anymore. Now, you belong to us. All four of us,” Talor declared.
“The fuck I do. I don’t belong to anyone,” I growled, my fingers molding into fists at my sides. His hand snaked around the back of my neck, weeding into my hair before his fingers fisted into a ball at the base of my scalp. He pulled back and I yelped with pain.
“You need to be punished. A properly trained human would never talk to her masters like that. Ever, else her pretty little ass would be painted red,” he warned.
“Are you threatening me?” I asked, standing my ground.
My body felt like it was on fire then. My nipples peaked beneath my bra and my thighs quivered a little. I bit my lower lip, feeling arousal pool between my legs.
What. The. Fuck.
I wasn’t naïve to the ways of sex. We’d had sex education back at the dating agency. We’d been encouraged to explore our own bodies and had been given small, bullet-shaped vibrators. We’d been required to bring ourselves to orgasm, to learn what made us tick so we could respond and teach our future alien husbands. I swallowed heavily.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
I was still a virgin, purposely, so that my mate could claim it on my wedding night. Prince Radock’s right. These men meant to take it for themselves.
I hadn’t ever had a man touch me before. Talor was the first to put his hands on me. He forced me to look up at him, pulling my hair harshly, establishing himself as the one in complete control.
My nerves surged with electricity. It was like his simple touch had activated every single one in mine. It made me desire him. I blinked in surprise.
My body begged for more. My mind recoiled.
What was happening to me? I didn’t want this. Did I?
His other palm cupped underneath my chin, tracing along the line of my bottom lip. I could see the tension in him, like a snake about to strike and I shivered beneath him.
I should be more afraid than I actually was.
“I’ve waited so long to find someone like you,” he whispered, his gaze focused on the fullness of my mouth. “An unbroken human. One I can take and train and break myself.”
“You’ll never break me,” I countered.
“Oh, I will. And when I do, you’ll beg me to fuck you. Again and again,” he responded confidently, without a sliver of doubt in his voice.
“Fuck. You,” I said, and his lips twisted up in a dark smile.
My heart hammered in my chest.