Page 23 of Alien Daddies
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld, little girl,” he said, “and it would be my honor to escort you to dinner.” He turned and stuck out his elbow, smiling when she grasped his arm. Peering down at her, he flexed his muscle in her grip and waggled his eyebrows at her, causing her to giggle.
Torin, the most serious of all his brothers, snorted at his display of playfulness, but Vilad ignored him as he led Kenna out into the corridor toward the dining hall. They entered the large room just as Zane added a steaming plate of marinated Khanndoran vegetables to the table, fresh from the food replicator. The table was set and over a dozen platters of various foods, most from his home planet but a few, like the cheeseburgers, were definitely from Earth. Vilad nodded his approval to Zane for having thoughtfully prepared foods that Kenna would enjoy.
“Wow, that’s a lot of food,” Kenna said as he helped her into a seat. She peered at the table with wide eyes as if overwhelmed and unsure of what to try first. Then she flushed and squirmed in her seat.
Vilad sat next to her and leaned over to speak into her ear. “Sore bottom?” he asked in a tone so low only she could hear. “I bet it’s sore, for as red as it was when I put your panties on you a few moments ago.” His tenor was combination of stern and playful, and his cock hardened when she squirmed again and swallowed hard. Then her lips parted slightly and he imagined directing her to her knees to take his manhood into her mouth. He very much hoped she soon realized she was fated to be their mate and gave up on her ‘prideful reluctance’—Torin’s words when he’d privately explained her hesitance to immediately mate with the six of them, while also adding that she might be experiencing some virginal reluctance as well. None of them knew for sure yet if she was sexually experienced, though she certainly had carnal desires and an intimate knowledge of her own body if she knew how to give herself a release.
She regarded him with surprise and then narrowed her eyes at him, as if trying to look angry when she truly wasn’t. Her embarrassment was evident in the rising flush of her cheeks, as was her arousal, for he detected the sweet pungency of her femininity in the air. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deep, relishing the scent of her, ready but not quite willing, to partner with his entirezoshin.
Perhaps they would have to fuck her first a few times before she finally agreed to fully mate with them. Vilad certainly wasn’t averse to the idea and given her almost constant state of arousal in the presence of hiszoshin, he thought what she needed most right now was a long, hard fucking.
Pretending not to notice her glare, he picked up her plate and piled it high with food.
“Um, thanks,” she said, staring at the plate as he set it down before her.
He watched, waiting for her to sample the Khanndoran delicacies or perhaps opt for one of the Earth selections he’d put on her plate. But she stared at the plate for a long moment, then gave him an odd, almost regretful look.
“Is something wrong?” he asked. Wasn’t she hungry? Or had he not given her enough food? With a painful tug on his heart, he noted that he’d given her the usual amount of food his sister used to eat during an evening meal. Were human and Khanndoran females so different?
Though he’d spent some time in the company of human females on Earth, none of that time had been spent eating, though the activities he’d enjoyed with several of them had left him ravenous in the aftermath. But all the women he’d spent time with during his stay on Earth blurred into ungraspable memories as he beheld Kenna, still gazing at her plate with an odd expression.
“Have you ever seen a human female eat before?” she finally asked, a smile tugging at her luscious pink lips.
He finished fixing his own plate and then regarded her curiously. “Well, no, but…”
Aras and Kameel chuckled from across the table. “You gave her ten times the amount she can probably eat, Vilad. Five cheeseburgers? Three heaping scoops ofvishanarice? Eight large baked apples? Not to mention—”
“I have realized my mistake,” Vilad replied, shooting his brothers a glare. He turned to Kenna, preparing to apologize for his error, but she stunned him by reaching for his thigh and giving it a squeeze, this unexpected action accompanied with a sweet smile.
“It’s all right, Daddy Vilad. Thank you for fixing my plate. That was kind of you. I-I suppose we all have a lot to learn about each other.”
He reached for her hand, still on his thigh, and squeezed it as he held her gaze, his heart swelling with affection. Then he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. Her sudden blush made his spirits dance. Tension flared between them, and he sensed an array of emotions waving off her, born from the depths of her heart. Gratitude, hopefulness, and yes—even lust. In smaller amounts, he detected her nervousness and her worry about the future.
He released her hand and gave a playful tug on one of her braids. “You’ll need your strength during the next few days. I suggest you eat something, little girl.”
She picked up her fork, her blush deepening. “Yes, Daddy Vilad.”
Throughout dinner, Torin attempted to get Kenna to speak of her time on Earth. She seemed reluctant to talk about her life on her home planet, though she eventually answered his questions after a long pause or after he thwarted her repeated attempts to change the subject. As Vilad listened to her responses, his soul became heavy with the story of her past.
Orphaned at age ten, she had lived in a series of group homes until slightly over a year ago when she turned eighteen. Now nineteen, she sought a job in the service industry on Phennulos, which was how she accidently found herself on theRithona, having mistaken their warship for a supply ship destined for the party planet.
She claimed the group homes had been awful and crowded, and she admitted to sometimes sleeping on the streets when she couldn’t find a homeless shelter. More than once, Torin inquired about why she didn’t attempt to sell the valuable jewelry she had inherited from her birth mother, but she kept shrugging and trying to change the subject each time.
Finally, Torin relented in his questioning, though the entirezoshinexchanged knowing glances with one another.
There was truth to her story. But there were also obvious lies.
Whenever Kenna told an untruth, she fidgeted and sometimes scratched the back of her neck, which she did each time she spoke of the group homes and sleeping on the street. But why would she lie about that? His heart broke further because he sensed she had endured many difficulties in her life, but perhaps not the precise instances she was sharing.
Vilad wondered what she was hiding and why she would continue lying to the six of them, especially when they all wished to mate with her and give her their protection. Even if she was running from something, or even if she was a wanted criminal on her home planet, Vilad and his brothers had dreamed of her repeatedly. She was destined to be their mate and deserving of their protection, even if she would not yet open up to them about her true reasons for leaving Earth.
Vilad glanced at Aras, hoping his older brother who was better at detecting emotions and even stray thoughts from others had gained some insight about Kenna during their dinnertime conversation. Aras’ eyes looked haunted and his fists were clenched on the table. Kameel nudged him, and Aras glanced down at his fists and abruptly put his hands in his lap. Kenna, thankfully, hadn’t noticed the exchange.
“Dinner was delicious,” she said. “Thank you for inviting me to join you.”
Vilad reached for her hand and drew her to her feet. “You will be invited to join us at every evening meal, little girl,” he said, planting a quick, affectionate kiss on her forehead, partly because he wanted to feel his lips against her flesh and partly because he wanted to see if she would blush. She did. Whenever her face grew red, her freckles stood out with more prominence and he thought she was especially adorable looking, particularly in the girlish dress with her hair done up in pigtails and bows. “I will return you to your room now, Kenna. We have some work that must be finished before we come tuck you in for bed in a few hours.”
“Okay, Daddy Vilad.” She smiled at the rest of his brothers as they all took turns wishing her a pleasant evening and promised to see her soon.
