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“The stupid tourism pilots will have no idea the tracking device is attached to their ship,” Daddy Aras said. “We will hunt them down tomorrow and rip them to pieces.”
“A public trial would be better, though I agree that we should hunt them down tomorrow,” Daddy Torin said. “But then we should turn them over to the judicial system. Make an example of them. No other tourism workers would dare to commit a similar crime.”
Daddy Aras exhaled a long breath and nodded at his alpha brother. “Very well. I will continue monitoring the tracking device to ensure they don’t try to leave Ohma.”
“Thank you, brother. Let us go home now,” Daddy Torin said. “Send out an alert for an emergency physician to arrive at our abode.”
Makenna remained on the floor, lying on a soft blanket, while Daddies Aras and Kameel navigated the aircraft toward home. The rest of her daddies sat beside her, all of them fussing over her, kissing her, and promising her that everything would be all right. Daddy Torin explained to her that the house had a security system and why it hadn’t alerted them to Emmitt’s presence—because he was too small to be considered a threat—but vowed to place the system on a more sensitive setting so even she couldn’t escape if she wished. He said this last part in a teasing tone as he tapped her nose in a playful manner.
Herzoshinkept talking to her and every time she almost nodded off, they reminded her to stay awake. No sleeping until the doctor said she was well enough, just in case she had a severe head wound.
As it turned out, once they returned home and the doctor arrived to exam her, it wasn’t long before he announced she had a mild concussion. He placed her head in a large cone-shaped object that emitted a soothing tone and warm light while he rubbed a numbing salve over her cuts. Then he removed the cone from her head and held a scanner in front of her face, concentrating on the readings on the medical device.
“Your concussion is healed now, Ms. Vega.” The doctor, a middle-aged Khanndoran with a curious number of freckles, smiled at her and reached for another contraption in his bag. He pulled out a small device and aimed it at the bottom of her left foot. She watched in fascination as a blue beam of light shone onto her skin.
“Is that a dermal regenerator?” she asked.
The doctor looked up for a moment. “Yes, though it is faster working than those you might find on Earth and requires only one short session. You should be completely healed in a matter of moments, Ms. Vega, without any scarring. This will heal your bruises as well.”
He spoke the truth. In less than a minute, he’d healed her right foot and also shone the dermal regenerator on the cut on her forehead, as well as over her cheeks where Emmitt had slapped her hard. He passed her a mirror and she looked at herself, stunned that there wasn’t even the slightest red mark remaining. Even though she hadn’t looked at herself in the mirror before he’d begun working, she’d felt the immense damage to her face.
“Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate all you’ve done,” she said as she fought off a yawn. Exhaustion weighed her down to the point that she believed she could sleep for a week straight.
Her daddies thanked the doctor and bid him a good evening, then quickly returned to her side. Daddy Zane cupped the side of her face. Daddy Torin squeezed her thigh. The others touched her arms, her stomach, and stroked her head.
“Rest now,” Daddy Aras said. “Close your eyes and go to sleep. We promise to stay with you until you awake.”
She obeyed, shutting her eyes and drifting into a restful sleep.
She dreamed of Khanndora and her daddies, of rolling green mountains covered by blue flowering trees, and of her stomach, swollen huge with the first of the children she would bear them. Twins, she thought in her dream, even though she couldn’t see them. She simply sensed their life force inside her, a strong and healthy masculine presence in her womb.
She awoke the next morning to find all her daddies asleep on the bed surrounding her, huge piles of muscles and brute strength. She wiggled out from the arms that were draped over her and rose from the bed to try out her feet. It didn’t hurt to walk and her body no longer ached from her ordeal with Emmitt. She dashed all thoughts of the horrible guard from her mind and resolved to shift her focus to the future. The future she now realized she wanted without a doubt. There was no point in waiting any longer.
Sunlight streamed into the room, crawling across the floorboards and over the bed where her soon-to-be mates still slumbered. She moved to the middle of the room and cleared her throat loudly, meaning to rouse the six of them.
Daddy Torin awoke first, rubbing his eyes and then jolting up, as if expecting an emergency. Once he saw she was well though, he sighed and gave her a smile that bordered on sheepish. She giggled and motioned for him to stay in the bed when he started to stand up. To her relief, he sat back down and stared at her with open curiosity as his brothers woke up and also looked at her.
Now that they were all awake and she had their undivided attention, she inhaled deeply, said a silent prayer for strength, and sank down on her knees.
“I am begging you, all six of you, to claim me as your life mate. To spill your seed inside me and make me yours. I want to be yours, and I want you to bemine.”
Chapter Nineteen
Torin
Today was the day. Once Torin arrived home, he would claim sweet Kenna as his life mate. He guided the aircraft over the rolling green forests, his thoughts on the adorable little girl who had stolen his heart. Stolentheirhearts. His brothers were as taken with her.
The white stone house came into sight and Torin smiled. He couldn’t wait to get Kenna in his arms and join with her as his life mate.
When she’d knelt on the floor of her bedroom and begged them to claim her, to spill their seed inside her, it had been an exercise in patience not to jump her in that moment. But once Torin mated with her, his brothers’ instinct to claim her would burn strong and they would hunger to take her during the same day. Since she hadn’t yet completed training with the phalluses, they had decided to wait several days until she could accept the largest one in her bottom hole. Just this morning, she had succeeded and insisted she was ready to take on all six of them. Though their instinct had been to treat her tenderly and give her time to recuperate after her ordeal with Emmitt, she had insisted she wasn’t going to let ‘an over-glorified guard’ ruin her plans and that she wasn’t traumatized by what had happened. Though he would have waited as long as it took for her to be ready after what she’d gone through that night, her inner strength and her eagerness pleased him more than she could ever know. She would bear them many strong sons. Daughters, too, he hoped.
He landed the aircraft on the roof and hurried to the second floor, knowing she would be waiting in her room. The door opened upon his approach and he strode inside, his pulse racing as the animal nature in him took over. A growl built in his throat when he spotted Kenna standing in front of the window, wearing a cute pink dress that flared outward. White ruffles adorned the hem and the sleeves, and she’d donned matching slippers. Her hair was done up in braided pigtails, each tied with a white bow. His heart quickened at the alluring sight of her.
She smiled and ran to him, her pigtails flailing with her fast movement. “Daddy! I’m so glad you’re home.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he hugged her to his chest, breathing in her intoxicating feminine scent. She must have been anticipating what would happen between them, because he detected her arousal in the air. He inhaled deep and drew back to peer into her lovely face. Her cheeks were flushed, her fifty-four freckles standing out, and her eyes were alight with excitement.
“I’m glad to be home,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I’ve missed you.”
She pressed herself against his growing hardness and gave him a playful grin. “Hm. Perhaps you ought to get undressed, Daddy. There’s something big and hard in your pants. We’d better let it out.”
