Own Her (4 page)

“You
have been hurt your whole life,” Viktor said, as if speaking to himself. “You
have fought to stay alive, to rise above the oppression of your kind and the
class they deemed you in.”

She
didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to voice her option on the matter.
Mekenna
had never been allowed to speak her mind, to tell
anyone her worries or fears, or what she dreamed about. Her mind was her safe
haven, her retreat, and in there was where she had envisioned her life away
from slavery, away from being the abused and raped property of men that thought
she was nothing more than a piece of meat to be handled anyway they saw fit.
But even though her life had been horrid and her body used, she never allowed
that to break her spirit. Maybe she had gotten that strength from her human
mother, the one she had never met but who was mistreated in the vilest of ways.

Her
skin temperature was nearly the same as the Hades males, and she envisioned
herself giving them everything she had, not because they wanted it, but because
she wanted to give it to them. Not thinking anymore, and acting for herself for
the first time in
Mekenna’s
life, she rose on her
toes and took what
she
wanted. She
placed her hands on his firm pectoral muscles, steadied herself to him, and
kissed him. This was her first kiss, her first intimate encounter that wasn’t
forced. He was tense at first, and she feared she had overstepped her bounds,
but when she was about to pull back he gripped the back of her hair. Viktor
growled low in his throat and tightened his hand in the strands, keeping her
right where he wanted her.

The
flavor of his tongue as he moved it along her lips, coaxing, asking her to open
for him, slammed into
Mekenna’s
body with so much
force she braced her hands on the glass behind her. Viktor took one more step
forward, pressing his chest to hers, and causing her to move completely back on
the glass now. He took control of the kiss she had started, licking at her
lips, pressing between the
seam
of her mouth, and
making these deep animalistic sounds. The vibrations went straight to her
pussy, speared the bundle of nerves deep inside and at the top of her mound,
and had her gasping for air.

He
pulled back only long enough to look at her and growl out, “You’re ours now,
Mekenna
. I will say it again, and again, until you
understand that we own you as much as you own us. You will never be abused,
never mistreated or forced. You are here of your own free will.”

She
nodded even though he didn’t phrase it like a question, and even though
technically he had not asked her what she wanted after he took her from her
former Master. But it didn’t matter because she realized as soon as she saw
these males that she wanted them. It was a realization in her body, in her very
soul that spoke of something more than the life she led. “I do want this, want
all of you.”

And
gods help her but did she mean every word she spoke.

He
took her mouth again, licked and sucked, and the vibrations that came from his
chest had these tremors moving through her body. These involuntary noises left
her, ones of need and comfort, of gratitude and arousal. All of these
sensations and emotions filled her, threatening to take her down because they
were a sensory overload. But she wanted that, needed it even.

They
kissed for what seemed like long, drugging minutes, and the more she was
pressed up against his hardness, felt the strength that came from him, and felt
his hard, thick and long erection press into her belly, the more she wanted to
give herself to them. She didn’t know where the brothers were, but she had them
on her mind, picturing herself in this relationship with three powerful males
where she was theirs and they were hers. It was not unusual for a male or
female to have more than one life partner, and that was what Viktor was saying
he wanted with her and his brothers.

Viktor
pulled away, breathed heavily against her mouth, and she felt her lips swollen
and wet from the kiss. He had possessed her with that one kiss, taken control
in a very primal way, and she knew that when she finally gave herself to them
it would be explosive and change the very course of where her life was heading.

“If
you want to join us in the dining deck after you bathe, we would love to enjoy
your company and explain our world to you,” he said softly, and it sounded
strange hearing a male so virile and of a breed that was known for their
killing and brutal war tactics speak as if he was trying to be caring and
gentle with her.

“Okay.”
She offered a smile, and looked down at her hands that were clasped tightly
together. He moved back further and took her hand in his much larger one. When
he turned and started leading her out of the observation deck she stared at his
back. The thick, intricate lines of wings looked tattooed on his flesh, but she
knew that actual wings sprouted from his toned, red skin. She had seen a few of
the Hades males in action, watched as their wings came out of their backs, so
massive in length, and powerful in appearance, that wonder had filled her.

He
let her down the steel and chrome corridor until he reached the large bathing
chamber. Viktor let go of her hand and moved over to the metal basin situated
across from them. He pressed a few buttons, and the water started to fill the
large tub. The steam rose up, and he pressed another button on the console on
the wall. A flash of light came from the controls, and then clear glass
materialized, surrounding the basin and trapping the steam that accumulated.

“Take
your time, and when you’re ready just meet
us
in the
dining hall and we will talk about Hades.” He gave her a smile, and it looked a
little strange on him because of his massive size, and the way he intimidated
people with just his very presence. But she liked it, and smiled back. He
turned around and left her alone. The door materialized, the frosted
synthesized glass allowing her to see through it and into the corridor, but not
allowing anyone to see inside the bathing chamber.

Mekenna
removed her clothing, the same
pants and tunic that showed her as a slave on
Sessinea
,
and wanted to burn them. She would never wear anything like it again.
Mekenna
walked over to the shelving beside the basin,
pressed her hand on the scanner on the wall, and the shelving materialized and
everything inside came into view. There were some bathing cloths, an oversized
dress-like gown, and a pair of pants and cream-colored unisex top. The clothing
was far too large for her, but she took out the gown and would just have to tie
the sleeves and bottom to make it work. Anything was better than what she had on.
She turned and stared at herself in the glass situated on the wall behind her.
Her body was thicker than what was sexually appreciated on
Sessinea
,
but it seemed that the warriors enjoyed her larger, curvier frame. She cupped
her breasts, moved her thumbs along the hard tips, and felt the arousal that
had dimmed since Viktor left fill her again. Moving her hands down her belly
she grabbed the extra flesh and shook it a little bit. What would they think
when they actually saw her naked? When the guards had taken her against her
will they had made comments about her being too heavy for their liking, but yet
they still took from her. Her light blue flesh became damp from the moisture
accumulating in the air, and she turned away from her reflection.

She
smoothed her hands over her thighs, wiped away the droplets of moisture, and
moved toward the basin. When she waved her hand in front of the glass that
surrounded it, it opened on its own and she stepped inside. The water was the
perfect temperature, and when she slipped inside she rested against the edge
and closed her eyes. This was like a dream come true, like she was in her own
personal Elysium, and she hoped that whoever was looking down upon her and
gracing her with this gift knew how much she was thankful.

Chapter
Four

Mekenna
moved out of the bathing
chamber, her flesh warmed and pliant from her bath, and her dark hair in a
braid and hanging over her shoulder. She was nervous, because these males were
so unlike what she was used to. They appeared like they would mistreat women,
only because of their sheer dominance, height, muscular mass, and the
reputation they had. But in truth they were far more loyal and honest than any
other male she had been around in her entire life.

Mekenna
stepped into the dining chamber
and saw the three brothers sitting at the levitating eating platform. There
were plates positioned in front of them, and the lone empty seat was clearly
for her. She walked further into the room and took the empty seat. Viktor was
beside her, and Fillip and
Savastian
sat across from
her. The plate sitting in front of her held a piece of meat, some rehydrated
vegetables, a square of bread, and there was a small salad in a bowl beside the
plate. It certainly was not the five-star dining that her former Master had
indulged in, but for her, a former lowly slave, it was a feast. She was used to
the thick and protein rich bowl of grains that were made into a type of soup.
It packed on the weight, but was cheap and tasted like it had been cooked in a
pot made of sewage water.

“The food is okay?” Fillip asked
in a genuinely caring voice. “Would you like more, or maybe not as much and
something different?”

Emotion clogged her throat as she
looked at these men.
Savastian
stared at her with
this small smile on his face, and to say that she was in this surreal moment
was an understatement. And then, because she couldn’t control herself any
longer, and holding in her happiness was too much,
Mekenna
started to cry. She was aware of the silence in the room, and then the sound of
rustling from the males had her wiping her face and lifting her gaze to them.
They looked like they were confused, didn’t know what in the hell was going on,
and wanted to kill something all at the same time.

“Are you still in pain?”
Savastian
asked. “Do you want us to go back to
Sessinea
and kill that bastard that owned you?”

The room grew silent again, and
then she smiled, feeling this comfortable warmth fill her.
Mekenna
couldn’t help herself. She went over to Viktor first, wrapped her arms around
his waist, and rose on her toes to kiss him on the lips. She moved to
Savastian
next, saw that he was tense, and she did the
same, holding him and kissing him. When she went to Fillip, he growled out low,
pulled her in for the embrace, and slanted his mouth on hers. He was hard, and
the evidence of that arousal was pressed against her belly.

“I want you, female,” he said
against her mouth.

“And I want you three.”

He made that animal-like sound
again, and her pussy clenched on its own.

“I am so thankful for you three,
and I barely know you.” She started crying again, everything from her past, the
life she had led, and the fact she was free now, rushing to the surface. She
was about to fall to the ground, her emotions so strong she couldn’t even stand
any longer. It was like something broke inside of her, and all of this feeling
swamped her like a swarm of warriors. But Fillip caught her before her knees
hit the ground, cradled her in his arms, and then strode out of the dining
chamber. She saw
Savastian
and Viktor following
closely behind, their expressions intense.

When they went into a sleeping
chamber she tensed, not from fear of what might happen sexually right now, but
because she felt this anticipation of her future and of spending it with these
three males.

“Don’t worry,
Mekenna
,
we just want to comfort you right now,” Fillip said and gently laid her on the
silken coverings. And then all three warriors moved onto the platform with her,
curved their big bodies around hers, and for the first time in her life she
fell asleep with the feeling of being comforted and safe surrounding her.

****

Viktor and his brothers left
Mekenna
to sleep. They had to prep for their trip back to
Hades. Although they didn’t explain what their world was like to her because
she had gone into some kind of emotional shock over her situation, they had
plenty of time to show and tell her about their world later.

“She is the one for us. I knew it
from the moment I saw her,” Fillip said.

“Yes, she is our mate, and she
has already accepted us, brothers.”
Savastian
spoke
next.

Viktor grunted his approval. He
moved over to the control station at the front of the ship, and pulled up the
map of the galaxy and their planet. Hades was another day or so away. Even
using their increased speed to get there it was a long way away from
Sessinea
. “She is our mate, and what is shocking is that
she is so strong she hasn’t let her slave life control
who
she is.”

“She is as strong as any warrior
in the Hades regimen.”

Fillip and Viktor nodded their agreement
after
Savastian
had spoken. She might not be ready
for their kind of claiming, for the fact that they bred with the purpose of
mating with their females until their lives ended. But they would not push her;
they would never rush her into anything, not matter how much they ached for
her. It was in their blood to mate with her right away, to fill her with
their cum
so she knew how much they wanted her. Their kind
was not gentle, but when they found that female they would share for the rest
of their lives, they changed. Something shifted inside of them, and that basic,
primal beast in their bodies lessened toward their mate.