She bit her lip hard enough she tasted blood, then nodded. His cock gave a mighty jerk, and she gasped when he ran his tongue over her lip and licked the blood off. Mekenna dug her nails deeper into his skin, and before she could beg him for more, Viktor had her in his arms and strode out of the library.
Tonight she’d give herself to these males, and there would be no stopping it.
10
Mekenna stared at these three men, ones who watched her like they were consumed by the sight of her. They kept breathing heavier, inhaling deeply, and she knew these Hades warriors took in the scent of her. She didn’t know an extensive history of their kind, but what she did know was they had no Hades females.
That meant they had to purchase women from the auctions, or acquire them other ways.
Viktor stared at her beneath hooded lids. He clenched his hands at his sides, over and over again, releasing and flexing as if he were trying to calm himself. The middle brother, Savastian, stood to Viktor’s right, this low, growling sound leaving him as he watched her as well.
And then there was the youngest Hades warrior, Fillip. He already had his hand down his leathers, and she could see the way he touched himself lewdly, erotically, and to the point that she was getting even more aroused.
Their red flesh covered their massive frames. At seven feet in height, they were the tallest humanoid species in the galaxy. Their muscles were pronounced, their strength and power evident. Dark, tribal Hades ink circled their biceps, and although each was similar in appearance because they shared the same bloodline, they were distinctly different as well.
Viktor and Savastian had short black hair, whereas Fillip had longer hair that brushed his shoulders. They all had the same onyx-colored eyes and fangs that lightly brushed the bottom of their lips. And their claws, gods, the black claws they had on the tips of their fingers left these images of them naked and sweaty, and marks covering her flesh. A shiver worked through her at the thought.
Her heart rate and breathing increased just knowing the three warrior brothers were a few feet from her. A high unlike anything she had ever known filled her, causing a dizzying sensation to nearly claim Mekenna. Her pulse seemed to beat everywhere but was far more pronounced in her clit.
She wanted these three warriors, and not because they purchased her from her former owner and saved her from a life of servitude, but because her body lit up just in their presence.
As they watched her with gazes so primal her knees nearly buckled, Mekenna felt her heartbeat in her throat. Her pussy was wet, embarrassingly so, and although she had been used sexually by some of the guards, with permission from her owner, this was the first time she had wanted to be touched by a male.
Viktor was the first to step forward. The small room seemed to shrink even more, and the warmth increased to a fever pitch. “You’re afraid.” It wasn’t a question, wasn’t an accusation, but more of a lust-thickened response from him. Yes, she was, but not in the way he clearly thought. These three brothers were brutal, feral, and savage.
Viktor took another step forward, and another, until if he inhaled deeply, his chest would brush against hers. She saw Savastian and Fillip move closer as well. She forced her eyes to stay open, forced herself to keep his gaze, and told herself not to crumble under his carnal pheromones.
These three Hades males were compelling, and although being with them toed the line of danger, she wasn’t afraid.
“You should be afraid, only because our species is far stronger than you, hybrid. But you have nothing to fear from us.” His baritone voice wrapped around her, and an obscene amount of wetness slipped from her pussy. He inhaled deeply, and this animalistic growl left him. “We didn’t buy you from that bastard of an owner because we wish to own a servant,” he said in a low, husky voice. “We purchased you because we wanted you from the moment we saw you.” He lifted his hand and snagged a lock of her hair. “And then I saw him put his hand on you, dare to think touching a female in such a way was appropriate.” This chill came from him in a tidal wave. “I could have killed him right then and there, Mekenna. I could have torn his limbs from his body without even thinking.”
Her entire life, she had been nothing but a piece of property. Mekenna had been beaten, discarded when she was done being used, and looked upon as some kind of freak because of her mixed species bloodline. She had always been no one, yet right now, she felt like she was something important.