Own Her (The Warriors of Hades 3)

A small form on her knees in the front of the stage, with this luminescent blue skin and raven-colored hair, had everything inside him freezing. Her flesh was the same shade as the Cellulion aliens but lighter, and he could tell she had to be a hybrid species, given the fact that she didn’t have the neon-blue eyes like the Cellulions did. The longer he stared at her, the more he saw her body tense.

“That female,” Fillip said from beside him, and Viktor looked over at his brothers. Both Fillip and Savastian were now staring at the servant female, both having this almost rapt expression on their faces. Yes, the brothers wanted the same thing, and that was the female who wasn’t even for sale.

As the evening progressed and the females continued to be sold off, all Viktor or his brothers could do was stare at this woman. She was different, and it wasn’t because she had clearly two mixed species in her bloodline. Although she could be an alien breed he was unaware of, he sensed she was different, a female who was unlike any other, and for more than that, he wanted her.

And then she stiffened further when the man who was clearly her owner removed his hand from her head and lifted it in the air. He bid on a human, and while his attention was on the stage, the female lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder. She stared at them with these wide green eyes, ones that scanned first him and then moved onto his two brothers. Everything inside him tightened more, his dick grew hard, and his balls ached.

The sound of Fillip and Savastian groaning softly, clearly feeling the same thing for this strange, wondrous little being as well, told Viktor she was the one. She would be theirs, already owned by another or not. The Hades warrior brothers would have her.

5

Mekenna stared at the three Hades warriors that were just a few feet from where she was. They had to be the reason she felt so off-balance from the moment she was on her knees. The hairs on her arms still stood up, and her heart raced. Now that she stared at them, took in their towering frames, their black hair and eyes, and the fierce-looking fangs they sported, her entire body lit up.

They were clearly brothers, their appearances very similar and their bodies so primed and masculine that it put even the large and towering frames of the Cellulion males to shame. And as she started thinking about what these males could do to her with their hardness, their strength, and the reputation that they were thorough lovers, pain slammed into the side of her head and had her ears ringing.

She fell to the side, the force of the hit to her face so hard and pronounced that tears broke out in her eyes and blood rushed to her flesh. Although the pain wasn’t as bad as she had felt before, it had taken her off-guard.

“You dare to disobey the common rules set forth for your lower class?” her owner prompted in a seething, rage-filled voice. The auctioneer was still calling out numbers for the females on stage, and although there were a few bidders watching the show of her getting reprimanded, most of the patrons didn’t pay any attention.

The flavor of blood filled her mouth, and she stared up at her owner, seeing the rage on his face, knowing he would punish her in front of all these people to make a statement. Owners would not let any indiscretion from their servants pass, not even in the privacy of their own chambers.

“You stupid fucking servant girl. I should have drowned you as soon as you came from your bitch mother’s body.” He turned his head and spit, as if disgusted with the thought. He lifted his hand as if to strike her again, and she knew this one might very well render her unconscious.

But just as he was about to hit her, a large, red hand grabbed her owner’s wrist, stopping him. Mekenna started breathing harder, felt her chest rise and fall fast and hard, and scrambled back a few feet. Her owner turned around, ready to fight whoever stopped him from hitting his property; that was clear by the rage on his face.

On this planet and many others, it was his legal right, but when he saw it was a Hades warrior, he took a step back.

“You dare to stop me from making an example of my servant?” he asked, and the room seemed to go still at the activity that was happening right in front of her. The other two Hades warriors stepped up beside the one who had stopped her owner from striking her, and the three of them made one frightening image.