Page 11 of Alien Daddies
If she was naughty again and he pulled her pants and panties down, he would discover just how wet she’d become. That thought prompted another rush of desires to wave through her, leaving her increasingly breathless.
He glanced at a nearby chair, a plush piece of furniture that appeared designed for comfort despite being bolted to the floor like the rest of the furnishings in the room. He removed the backpack from his shoulder and set it on the floor, then grasped her hand and led her toward the chair.
She still couldn’t find her voice, but she managed to follow him as she wondered what he was about. It soon became apparent when he sank down in the chair and drew her into his lap, cradling her against his chest as he stroked her hair and rubbed her back.
Emotion rolled through her. She couldn’t even remember the last time someone had given her a hug. Not the kind of two-second quickie hug you gave a friend you hadn’t seen in a while, but areal hug. The kind that made her feel cherished—as if she was the center of his universe.
But how could she experience such a strong connection with a stranger?
They’d met less than an hour ago, and she was very much his captive. Yet she felt as if she’d been waiting to meet him for her entire life. How strange. But perhapswonderfullystrange, a little voice whispered in her mind.
Unable to resist, she snuggled deeper into his chest and sighed contentedly as he stroked her hair. For one blissful moment, she forgot she was barreling hundreds of thousands of lightyears in the wrong direction.
“I like holding you, little girl.”
She shifted on his lap and peered up at him. His dark eyes shone with sincerity. In that instant, she decided to be brave and take a leap, even if she was still worried about how all of this would play out at the end of the day, let alone after the seven-day journey to his home planet. She wanted to call him Daddy with every fiber of her being, this handsome alien who could sort of read her mind. And so she did.
“Thank you, Da-Daddy, I like it when you hold me, too.”
An immense look of pleasure washed over him. He held her tighter and offered her a gentle smile that warmed her heart. In his arms, she didn’t feel lonely. In his arms, her entire world felt right.
“Would you like to see the wormhole?” he asked.
Her heart raced. She nodded as excitement swept through her. “Yes, please, Da-Daddy.” She’d missed glimpsing the stars on the way to the Interstellar Portal Array because there wasn’t a view screen in the cargo hold, but she would enjoy the sight of the portal to Khanndora. All portals appeared slightly different, with varying colors and shimmering properties or rolling waves, and she couldn’t wait to admire the uniqueness of this one.
“Rithona, show the view screen,” Torin said, and a moment later the entire wall to their left transformed into a massive window. Purple and blue swirling colors greeted her, but the wormhole appeared slightly transparent, the streaming stars outside of it glimmering every couple of seconds, sparkling through the portal that led to Khanndora.
“It’s so beautiful.” She remained in Torin’s lap, absorbing the magnificence of the wormhole and stunned that the stars outside it occasionally shined through as they streaked by. Of all the wormholes she had traveled through over the years, this was the most beautiful and unique of them all. “Thank you for showing me.”
“Daddy,” he corrected her. “Thank you for showing me,Daddy.”
Her face heated and she drew her gaze from the window to peer into his dark, otherworldly eyes. She gulped hard and whispered, “Thank you for showing me,Daddy.”
A contemplative look crossed his face and she wondered what he was thinking about. Thankfully, he soon shared his thoughts. “I am sorry if I frightened you when I mentioned turning you over to our judicial system and the jail time you might serve, little girl. I said such things before I… before I realized with absolutely certainty who you are to me and my brothers.”
His words both comforted and confused her. She straightened on his lap, though still held his gaze. When he looked at her so intently, she found she could not tear her gaze away. She was trapped, completely ensnared in his dark stare. “Who I am to you and your brothers? What do you mean by that? I’m a stowaway on your ship, a stranger you just met and nothing more.”A stranger whose deepest desires you can somehow sense. A stranger you keep calling little girl and little human with affection in your voice.Her heart panged as she awaited his response.
He cupped her face in his large hands, not once blinking as he continued to stare at her with warmth. “It’s quite simple, actually, little human Kenna,” he said with a slight smile touching the corners of his full, sensual lips. “You are meant to be our female.Our life mate.”
Chapter Six
Torin
“I’m meant to be yourwhat?” Kenna squirmed in Torin’s arms and tried to slip off his lap, but he kept a firm hold of her and couldn’t deny he enjoyed the friction of her little bottom rubbing over his hardening shaft.
“You are meant to belong to me and my brothers. As our mate.” He leaned closer to her, lost in the bottomless depths of her expressive blue eyes. “And as our little girl.”
“That-that sounds crazy,” she said, giving a squeal of frustration before ceasing her attempts to escape his lap. “I mean… okay, so you cankind ofread my mind and you know I have certain, um, desires, but that doesn’t mean you can just declare yourself my…”
“Your daddy,” he said, interrupting. “Yes, it does, for I have seen you in my dreams, dreams sent by the Great Spirit of Khanndora. Besides, you have already called me Daddy several times, and each time you say it, the wetness between your thighs increases.” His nostrils flared and he breathed in deep, savoring the unique female scent of her.
Her face turned red and she glanced out the huge window, tears filling her eyes as she looked upon the wormhole. She swallowed hard and on instinct he found himself holding her tighter, the urge to comfort her consuming him from the inside out.
“Look,” she finally said. “I might have called you Daddy but it was in the heat of the moment. You were being so kind to me and it was nice to feel wanted for a few seconds, but that’s all it was. It didn’t mean anything.”
“Don’t lie to me, Kenna. Little girls who tell lies get spanked.”
Her face turned redder and she resumed squirming and trying to reach the floor. He grasped her by the forearms and pressed his groin up against her bottom, which caused her to gasp and go still, her eyes growing wider as the scent of her sweet arousal heightened.
