Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I do, however, find the sharp-toothed barbarian incredibly attractive. It’s not hard to name him.
Mr. Hot runs his fingers through my hair lightly. It’s a gentle, affectionate, knowing sort of touch. It makes a little shiver of excitement rush through me.
“You’re ours. Our pet. And we are very glad to have you back.”
Outside the window, the Earth is getting a lot smaller. It takes me a second to realize that’s because we’re moving away from it.
“Uhm. Seriously. Are you guys… are you… abducting me?”
“We’re reclaiming you,” Mr. Hot says.
“And it starts with removing this clothing that stinks of Earth,” Sharp adds.
Before I can come to terms with being stolen from the only planet I have ever known, the three of them start stripping me, removing every scrap of the clothing that stands between me and them. There’s no reason to allow them to do this, and there’s no way to stop them. They are all so much bigger and scarier and hotter, and my already skimpy clothing is no match for their huge alien hands.
“You were gone for far too long, pet,” Mr. Hot says. “I missed you. We all missed you.”
“I don’t remember… Ow!” I gasp as someone smacks my ass. I can’t tell which of the hands just made sharp contact with my ass, but it hurt.
“You are such a naughty little brat,” Mr. Hot says. “Pretending to forget us while your body clearly remembers us. Look at how you respond. How wet you are…”
He runs his hand up the inside of my leg, letting his fingers start to drift toward the apex of my thighs with carnal intention. I am still wet from the orgasm in the club, and he takes that as some sign my brain works, which makes me think he doesn’t know humans at all.
“Anybody would be wet for you,” I say, meaning to argue, but accidentally sexually complimenting him.
He grins broadly. God, he really looks like a sexy alien angel. He looks like a fucking demigod. It feels like he is twice my height, and that is before he puts me on my knees, which he does by pressing gently on my shoulders at first. I resist out of habit, because I’d never, ever kneel for anybody. I’ve spent three years creating a personality from scratch, and one of the things I definitely decided about myself is I don’t do what men want me to do. Men, as far as I’ve been able to ascertain for the last thirty-six months, are not worth the trouble of associating with.
But these are not men. And they do not follow the rules.
Behind me, Sharp takes hold of a thick fist of my hair and pulls me the rest of the way, until my knees hit the ship’s floor. I feel him kneeling behind me, a dark and dangerous carnal force that makes me quiver.
“Look at me,” Mr. Hot says. He reaches down and tilts my chin up toward him.
“Would have been easier to look at you if you didn’t decide to make me even shorter,” I say, sassy.
He smirks. I learned a lot of people don’t like being mouthed off to. I also learned I enjoy it even more when they don’t like it. This guy seems to practically expect it from me.
“Now, pet,” he says. “We’re very glad to have you back, but you should never have run away. So you know what that means?”
“Means I’m… hide and seek champion 2055?”
“No,” he snorts. “It means you’re going to be spanked for this. You’re going to be punished quite a bit, and you deserve it, so I hope you won’t throw too many tantrums. We’ll talk about why you did that later, but for now, you need to be punished.”
I can’t believe this. Their touch is making my body go repeatedly silly and making it hard to think. My knees are still like jelly from the last orgasm, but I need to defend myself. This isn’t fair. They can’t treat me like I’ve done something wrong. (But I kind of like that they’re treating me like I’ve done something wrong. It’s kind of hot.)
“I didn’t do anything! I don’t remember you!” I protest. I don’t sound quite as desperate as I might, because of the husky tone in my voice from orgasm and the little giggle that escapes because I am nervous as hell.
“That’s enough,” he says firmly. “Who do you want to punish you?”
“None of you.”
He chuckles, and I feel amusement from the Bull, too.
“Fair answer,” he says. “But there’s no getting out of this, pet. This has been years in the making, and you know it. If we didn’t do this, you’d be disappointed.”
He’s so handsome, and he seems so kind. And they made me come when they found me, so maybe this won’t be that bad.