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Her body though, fucking delicious.
Her perky breasts weren’t very big but would be the perfect sized handful for me and my comrades. A long, lean torso led to delicious, curvy hips that begged for me to grab on and use them as handles to fuck her from behind. I took a deep shuddering breath.
She was perfect. And now she was ours.
I couldn’t wait to train her, use her, and break her completely. And she’d love every second of it.
Chapter Four
Mya
I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but these four were definitely not my one true match, Prince Radock. They were Vakarrans and there were four of them. Shit. Something had gone terribly wrong. I sucked in a shaky breath and bit my lower lip.
Four pairs of copper-colored, black-rimmed irises stared in my direction. Purple skin the color of a decadent glass of merlot. Ram-shaped horns jutting from either side of their heads. Dark black hair, short, cut military style. My heart pounded with fear in my chest. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.
Four fucking tall, powerful alien men waiting for me, assessing what my next move would be. Each of them stared at me with a dark wickedness, a promise of a world of pleasure, but also pain and I shivered from it. They all stood well over seven feet tall, hard bodies masked by simple black shirts and combat pants. I twisted my hands together nervously.
I took a deep breath and lifted my chin.
Men like these had destroyed Earth not so long ago. Decided to take every fertile woman for themselves and now they had found me. I’d been safe for so long and had never even dreamed about the fact that they might find me, especially now. On my long-awaited match day. When I was supposed to be meeting my one true love, my fated mate. Instead, now I was staring at four Vakarrans who looked like they were predators about to pounce on their prey.
My entire body quivered.
“Where am I?” I asked, being incredibly careful to keep the trembling of my limbs out of my voice.
“The Vengeance,” one of them said as he stepped forward, eyeing me up and down. “Quite a lovely ship, don’t you think?”
“Why?”
“I’ve read your file, Mya. I know you’re human, escaped before we conquered Earth, literally hours before we arrived. Hid on board the Celestial Mates Dating Agency. Safe from us for so long,” he began, watching me closely as he spoke. He reached for me, running his thumb over my cheekbone and I had to force myself not to recoil from his touch.
“I’m not supposed to be here,” I countered, narrowing my eyes in his direction, trying to stay strong when my legs were beginning to feel like jelly.
“I know,” he answered, his expression an enigma.
He crossed his arms over his chest and I watched as his sculpted biceps tensed a little before relaxing. He was strong. Difficult to defeat in one on one combat. At least three times my size. I tried to push away my nervousness and act confident, arrogant even.
The best thing that could happen to me now is to have them underestimate me. I’d work hard to create that image of myself. I’d wait to get away at the opportune moment.
They’d think me weak. Just a measly human for them to control. I’d show them I was more than that. I’d escape them. I would kill them for abducting me. They’d never see it coming. I licked my lips and pulled my shoulders back, standing taller, presenting myself as a more formidable conquest.
“What are your names?” I demanded, my tone steady and brave despite the anxiety I felt deep in my belly.
The one who had spoken first smirked. He’d noticed my challenge right away. His copper eyes darkened, and I couldn’t help but notice that his breath had quickened a little.
“Talor,” he answered. He was taller than the rest, a bit lankier and clearly their leader. The way he stood spoke volumes of his confident assertiveness and the way that the others seemed to quietly defer to him hinted at his capability. They respected him. All of them did.
“Dex,” the one to his right said. He was leaning against a square post, one leg up, just watching me, analyzing me. I got the feeling that he was extremely intelligent, just from the way his investigative eyes looked me up and down, his body ready for action at any moment. Something about the way he stood there, assessing me, made me feel like he was someone I should be wary of. A villain in plain clothes. Someone I should likely avoid, but for some reason, I felt a strange pull toward him. Like I wanted to get to know him better. Weird.
“I’m Biran,” one said as he stepped forward. He moved closer to me and offered me his hand. Almost immediately, I felt a sort of sense of safety with him. His eyes were gentle, understanding, and extremely nonthreatening. Like he wanted to be my friend. I took his hand in mine and shook it gently, despite my wariness. He grinned in response, but it wasn’t combative or unnerving in the slightest. Instead, he seemed genuinely happy to meet me. It was unexpected for a Vakarran. Also weird.
“And you?” I asked the last one, who was smoking something that looked like an illegal version of an electronic hydroxide cigarette. Those had been banned several hundred years ago. Even I knew such a thing was an antique, likely only available for a load of cash on the black market. A waft of cherry-flavored steam wafted my way. Flaunting his crime in my face.
He sneered in my direction and suddenly I felt extremely small. He looked dangerous and just by his combative body language, I would have given him an extremely wide berth, had I the chance. I took a step back as he lazily perused my body and I got the feeling he wasn’t used to following any rules. In fact, he gave off the impression that he was someone who wasn’t afraid to break any law in order to get what he wanted, no matter the consequences.
And I could tell, he wanted me.
“Ejan,” he murmured softly, almost as if talking to me was a chore.
