Own Her (The Warriors of Hades 3)

The three males started going after each other with more determination. Viktor swung the sword, barely missing Savastian and Fillip, and fists started flying with impressive speed. Her heart was in her throat just watching.

Rearing his arm back, Savastian was able to get Fillip off his feet and slammed him down on the ground. He went after Viktor, but the eldest brother already had the sword on the ground and Savastian in a choke hold. She covered her mouth at the savagery that was the brothers fighting and could see their muscles tense, bunch, and strain.

And then the fighting stopped, and all three men sat on the ground, bracing their hands on their thighs and breathing out hard and fast. For several moments, she didn’t move, didn’t even breathe as she pictured them fighting again, all sweaty and hard muscles straining. The image was an aphrodisiac that slammed into her like a comet hurtling through space. She was wet, her nipples hard, and all she could think about was sex.

And then all three brothers looked over at her at the same time, rose to stand, and moved slowly over to her. Their red skin was sweaty and glossy, and the closer they came, the more she scented their sweet yet musky and masculine bodies. She felt this thrill move through her and pressed her back to the smooth wall.

They stopped when they were a few feet from her, all of them looking at her up and down. They were breathing heavily, and then when she lowered her gaze, she saw the stiff outline of their erections pressing against the leather of their pants. She swallowed, moved her gaze back up their bodies, alternating between who she was looking at every second.

The sight of their sweat slowly trailing down their chests was so arousing, so intoxicating, that she wanted to run her tongue up their hard expanses.

“I need to go or I’ll be liable to tear that fucking gown off you and fuck you right here, female,” Viktor said in a low voice, and then he was gone faster than she could even process.

Savastian and Fillip stared at her for several more seconds. They each groaned and moved away from her, as if they too had to leave or they would not be able to control themselves. Then there she stood, alone in this combat arena type of room, smelling their scents that saturated the air and wishing they hadn’t left.

Mekenna would have gladly given them whatever they wanted. As it was, she was so damn wet, so swollen and needy to finally give herself to someone—or in this case, more than one male—of her own free will.

She moved away from the wall, smoothed her hands over her thighs, and breathed out. Moving out of the room and back to where the greenhouse was, she stayed in there for several more hours, mainly to try to calm her raging libido.

This was a wild experience she was going through, and she couldn’t have asked for a more exciting or fulfilling scenario.

9

Mekenna stared out of the observation deck at the dark-red planet of Hades. It was still a good distance away, and they wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow at some point, but she was one step closer to finally being able to experience what living was like. Could these males be lying about their intentions with her?

Of course they could, but because of her acute Cellulion senses, she would have been able to scent out the lies and deceit from the beginning. Besides, they hadn’t touched her sexually, even though they wanted to, and aside from her taking the initiative with Viktor last night, they had kept their distance.

She left the observation deck and moved into a smaller chamber that held a digital library. There were several levitating chairs, and the electronic pads that sat on the platform in front of the chairs held so many books she couldn’t even count them all. She knew that the world long ago, before the technological advances, had been primitive in so many ways.

She moved over to the chair, grabbed one of the pads, and started skimming through the digital titles that were centuries old, and sat down. The light overhead was not overly bright but gave off enough illumination that she could see the detailed images on the devices, and she lost track of time.

“You’ve been in here for a while.” The deep voice that came from the entrance startled her, and she lifted her head to see Viktor watching her. He wore another pair of leathers, these darker, almost black, and his hair was wet from his clear recent bath. He stepped into the room and smiled down at her. “You’ve been in here for a few hours.”

Had she?

She glanced down at the digital tablet, saw she was already halfway through the story, and realized he was right. Gods, she had been in here for a long time, and she hadn’t even noticed. “I’m sorry.” She smiled and set the tablet down.