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She crossed her arms. “I usually only wear thongs.”
“Then I suppose this must suffice until we can acquire proper undergarments for you.”
“I like thongs.”
He rose to his feet with the grace of a huge, predatory cat. The comparison momentarily stunned her. His large eyes were a bit catlike too and as he stared her down she felt very much like his prey. He was a dark, huge, scary lion, and she was the dumbass lamb who’d wandered onto the wrong fucking ship.
“As our little girl, you will wear the clothing we select for you, Kenna, and there will be no arguments.” He strode toward her, still holding the purple thong. “Unless of course, you want a spanking.”
Every time he was stern with her or threatened her with punishment, a quiver raced across her bottom and her pussy throbbed with longing. Yet again she found herself pressing her legs together and praying he couldn’t actually smell her arousal as he’d claimed. But damn him—his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened with knowing.
It was then that she noticed something in his other hand.
Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God.
Her little pink traveling vibrator, a small contraption that fit over her finger and had ten different settings, from deliciously slow to torturously fast. She’d had it tucked next to her thongs.
“You-you have no right to go searching through my things.”
“I confess I’ve never seen one of these before,” he said, holding the sex toy up as his nostrils flared. “But I’ve heard human men talking about their wives and girlfriends using them, so if this is what I believe it is, it will help the aching in your pussy go away. Once Daddy makes the aching go away, little Kenna, then I can get you all cleaned up and into new panties.” He glanced down at the purple slip of fabric in his hand. “Or, a new thong, I mean.”
Kenna couldn’t form a reply, she was too stunned. She couldn’t even manage to protest when he guided her toward the bed and bent her over the edge of it. She clutched onto the covers and sighed as Torin caressed her bottom through her thin pants. She gasped when he began pulling her pants down, but he pressed one hand to her lower back and moved slowly as he stripped her, as if trying to gain her trust. Part of her trusted him, though she couldn’t reasonably explain why. Perhaps it was the part of her that wanted to believe in fairytales and happy endings—that there was such a thing as fate and this was hers, to be held prisoner and claimed by six alien warriors.
There’s nothing for you on Earth, a little voice whispered in her mind.
Was it true? Was there no real future for her on Earth? Though she despaired over her studies and eventual place in the world, she had never once considered permanently leaving her home planet.
Earth. Everyone she knew lived on Earth.
And her father had plans for her to join in his business, once she proved herself, and she knew he would never approve of her leaving Earth for good. What an embarrassment that would be for him—for his youngest child to turn her back on the family business. But Collin Vega had no idea where she was now. He couldn’t wield his money and power and have her sent home. He couldn’t order Emmitt Henderson to lock her up in her room. Perhaps, even though she was now a captive of six Khanndoran brothers, her freedom lay on reinventing herself as the orphan she had already claimed to be. As she became vaguely aware of Torin removing her shoes and socks, she tucked these thoughts away, intending to examine them later.
Surely, she couldn’t actually be considering Torin’s proposal?
Torin was now rubbing her bottom—her bare cheeks, as the thong she was currently wearing barely covered her at all—and the sensation of his large, able hand caressing her backside made her tingle all over. All rational thought fled as his fingers inched closer and closer to her center, where her pussy was throbbing so hard she half-expected to hear the actualthump thumpof her mounting arousal. Her heart had never raced so fast and she felt as if she were burning up with a fever. Maybe she was. Maybe she’d gotten an illness and this whole experience was one long, deliciously naughty fever dream.
“Kenna, I am very proud of you for remaining bent over the bed like this. You’re being a very good little girl right now.” The praise in his voice warmed her heart and helped her to feel less embarrassed by the lustful reaction of her body to his mere presence. He wasn’t judging her or shaming her for being aroused in this moment. Not in the least. He wanted to help the aching go away, and at no benefit to him, apparently.
He was bigger and stronger than her. If he was truly an uncaring brute, he could hold her down and have his way with her. But he wasn’t doing that. Instead, he was trying to calm her down before giving her pleasure and taking care of her. As he continued rubbing her bottom, she stared at the swirl of purple and blue and the flashes of the stars beyond the wormhole. This whole experience indeed felt surreal, and her resistance faltered in increments under the repeated waves of her unrequited longing, until she found herself surrendering to his ministrations and enjoying this moment.
Suddenly his fingers danced over the slit of her pussy, overtop the soaked scrap of thong covering her womanhood. She moaned and lifted her bottom up, seeking more of his touch.
“Daddy is going to remove your thong, little girl, and see just how wet you are.”
She found herself saying, “Okay, Daddy,” as if his removing her thong and inspecting her privates was the most natural thing in the universe. The last thread of her resistance snapped and she became putty in his skillful hands.
Chapter Seven
Torin
The moment he removed Kenna’s thong, leaving her naked from the waist down, the door of the guest quarters opened and Torin’s brothers strode inside, all five of them wearing stunned but eager expressions.
Kenna peered over her shoulder and gasped, but he leaned down to speak into her ear, wishing to calm her. His brothers were to be her mates as well, and while this was an unusual first meeting, she had nothing to fear from them. They would all love and protect her until the end of their days. He was certain of it.
“Hush, little one, and do not be frightened,” he whispered.
She tried to rise from her position, forcing him to hold her down. He leaned closer to her ear. “Don’t you dare try to get out of position, little girl, or Daddy Torin will have to punish you in front of hiszoshin. Is that what you want, Kenna? A hard spanking on your bare bottom while your thighs are spread, your sweet little pussy on display to all of your daddies?”
She finally stilled, though not before casting him an intense look of displeasure.
