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Still, even so, my body blazed, white hot with pleasure as he finally drew away. Eventually, my pleasure ebbed away, leaving me feeling hollow, satisfied, but ashamed. No one said anything, but the silence said everything.
I had liked it.
My enemy, the Vakarran band that held me captive, they knew.
Even now, I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs. They could probably even see it. I closed my eyes, unwilling to meet their gazes, before opening them and staring down at the dirt.
Morgn gently gripped my upper arm and lifted me up off the ground. When I was standing, he took my chin in his fingers and forced me to look at him. I gritted my teeth together and bore it with grace, at the very least trying not to
anger him again.
“Be respectful, Alaina. Or else you will suffer for it,” he said, his lips curling up with a sultry grin. His eyes darkened, promising more horrors and shameful acts meant to teach me my place.
He let go of me and I dropped my eyes.
At least I was clean, I thought, grazing my own fingers against my torso. No longer was I covered in alien cum.
Oddly, here and there, it looked like I sparkled in places. Like I’d used some form of lotion with glitter in it or something. Huh.
I touched myself on one of those spots and my skin felt insanely soft, but the glitter didn’t come off. I dared to lift my eyes and see what the others were doing, but I instantly regretted it as I saw them all studying me intently.
Ryder, with desire. Aarom, with concern. Davon, with wonder.
Morgn looked far too pleased with himself. I glared at him.
I took the moment to study their waist belts, taking note of every weapon each of them had on their person. Knives. Fancy guns that did God knows what. Futuristic technology that was foreign to me.
After I was done, I tried to look uninterested. Obedient. Whatever the fuck they wanted.
Aarom took the moment to move closer to me, his hands taking hold of my shoulders, brushing my still wet hair out of my eyes.
“Are you alright, Alaina?” he asked, his eyes concerned. I met his gaze, realizing he wasn’t like the others. Seemingly, he cared about my emotional well-being.
“I know it’s hard to go from being free and doing what you want, when you want, but we’re just trying to protect you. There are forces outside us that you don’t understand yet, but your obedience is necessary. Just do your best, okay?” he added and then did the strangest thing. He smiled.
It was warm. Genuine. He did care. My eyes watered just a little bit.
“I’ll try,” I whispered, so only he could hear.
“Good,” he replied, “let me take her.” He took the leash from Morgn then and just like nothing had just happened, the four of them turned back, away from the lake and began to travel into the trees.
They were silent, and I was left with only my thoughts.
I’d expected cruelty, brutality, and pain. Morgn should have hit me for my rudeness; at least I had expected him to anyway. The rumors said Vakarrans were vicious and unforgiving, beating women at even the slightest inclination of insolence.
I’d been more than insolent. I’d been angry, defiant. I’d spat on him. As far from submissive as I could get, and I didn’t intent to stop any time soon. I should be bloodied and bruised, or even dead, but I wasn’t. I was safe, whole, if a little wet. No more worse for wear than I was this morning, or even yesterday. My body hummed, satisfied with the residual pleasure that still pulsed through me. My skin was smooth, unmarred, except for the odd sparkly patches.
Most important, I was still alive.
I was still wary. I didn’t know what else they could do to me. What they would do to me. I thought of my sister, Kira.
Since the five of us were alone in the woods, I decided to be bold.
“You four know of my sister then?” I asked. Ryder looked back at me and nodded curtly, his blue eyes captivating.
“She’s well-known through the Vakarran sector, being a most-wanted criminal and all. The first battalion caught up with her and captured her. Took her for their own,” he replied.
“To breed?”
