Satisfied that I can move my legs, I move forward to where the control panel sits across from the bunk beds and stare out the large bay window. My lips part when I spy the sun on the opposite side of the Earth, the moon closer to where the ship hovers in space. I swallow hard, on the brink of tears.
Don’t worry. I’m coming home, I say to my family. In my heart, I know my parents and sister are worried about me. I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I know it had been twilight when I’d been taken by Aladar. And now the sun has rotated across the sky. I’d been unconscious for at least two or three days.
I hear the rush of the doors sliding open behind me as I lean against the control panel and then feel someone breathing down my neck. I try not to shudder when his fingers stroke my hair as I continued to stare out the window. “How many days has it been?” I ask in a soft voice.
The fingertips do not stop stroking my hair as Aladar answers, “Days and nights are endless here.” He stops stroking my hair but trails his fingertips across the back of my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “But for Earth, it has been four.”
“Four?” My knees threaten to buckle beneath me. I’ve been missing for four days. The sun is on the opposite side of the world, so technically, in a few hours, it will be five days. I bite the inside of my cheek and shut my eyes.
Aladar steps closer and toys with the string around the back of my neck that holds up the fabric covering my chest. “It is not so bad, being here,” he says in a soft voice. The front half of his body presses against the back of mine, and I stiffen when something is bulging against my inner thigh, where the hem of my shorts stops.
My eyes snap open, and I swallow hard when his hands settle against my hips and pull me closer to him so there is no space between us. My heart begins to race, whether from fear or excitement, I’m not exactly sure. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” I say in a breathy gasp when his thumbs hook the edge of my waistband and tug it teasingly.
“I believe there are a few ways I could show you.” His breath fans the side of my neck, and then his tongue flickers out to lick my earlobe. I shudder and blink furiously. Why is my body responding to his touch, his caresses? I don’t want either brother! I just want to go home!
“I’m sure you could,” I say in a quiet voice. I’m not going to argue with him. I just want to leave. Aladar’s body begins to hum, and he pulls my shorts down a little further, past where they had sat beneath my navel and lower than my hips now.
My lips part. What exactly does he plan to do? Pulse racing and blood pounds in my ears. One hand goes to the front of my shorts and slips beneath my underwear and to my inner thighs. I don’t dare breathe a word, my stomach swarming with butterflies as his fingers touch my center and my legs threaten to buckle.
“Hmm,” he says and presses against my backside even more, his bulge swelling and seeming to grow larger as his hands stroke me. I nearly come undone with his simple touch. “I believe you want me, Penny,” Aladar says in a husky voice. “I can give you what you desire.”
“And what could you possibly give me?” My breathing comes out faster as my hips begin to rotate forward and move against the steady rhythm of his hand. Then his other hand travels beneath the shirt Alistar gave me and strokes the nub before caressing my breast. I gasp, trembling against him as I come undone and nearly collapse against his chest.
Aladar chuckles in my ear and licks the side of my neck. “Choose me and find out.” Then he removes his hands and wraps his arms around me, nestling his face against my hair and letting out a deep sigh of contentment while I wait for my body to calm down.
Chapter 8
Several days pass, and I am never allowed to explore the rest of the ship. I’m confined to the room we sleep in. Although Alistar keeps his distance and is hardly ever in the same room I occupy half the time in, Aladar is insistent to remain by my side and toy with me every moment he possibly can. Aladar seems to loosen his grip on being possessive, and I find myself even smiling his way without meaning to. I’m not sure what our relationship standpoint is or how to truly define it. I just know that he doesn’t seem as bad to me now as he did before.
I do manage to learn more about the brothers, but it doesn’t make the ache in my chest go away. The brothers are twins, which I’d gathered based on their appearances when I first saw them. Aladar looks a bit younger and is well-spoken, while Alistar is quieter and more reserved.
“Have you decided yet, my lovely?” Aladar asks as he moves to hover in front of where I sit on his bed. He refuses every night for me to take Alistar’s bed, and even offers to help give me a boost up on the bed without my needing to ask.
“Decided on what?” I ask, flickering my gaze to his brightly colored eyes.
“Who you will choose,” Aladar says, blinking a few times and giving me a coy smile. He leans closer and places a hand on my thinner thigh. My pulse immediately skyrockets, and his smile grows wider, leaving him looking incredibly pleased with the affect his touch has on my body. “The sooner you choose, the sooner I can bestow a gift upon you.” He moves closer to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth, his hand remaining on my thigh.
“A gift?” I whisper against his lips, and he nods.
“Yes. A gift that would make you happy, I am sure.”
I lean back to look at him curiously. “What if the gift doesn’t make me happy?” I arch an eyebrow.
He furrows his eyebrows then gives me a subtle frown. “I had not thought of that. I was sure that you would wish to return home for a time.”
“Home?” My heart hammers in my chest. He is going to take me home if I choose him?
“Yes,” Aladar says and pats my thigh enthusiastically. “After you have chosen me, of course. Your family could always join us here on the ship.”
I stare at him wide-eyed. “Why would you do that?” I blurt out. He knows my family means a lot to me, and I had mentioned my sister briefly to him in passing. Aladar had suggested that perhaps my sister and his brother would be a match made by the heavens.
“They make you happy, and I aim to please,” Aladar says in a soft voice. “But that is only if you choose me. Alistar has a rather…different gift in mind,” he says with distaste.
I frown. “I’m sure I don’t want to know what he has in mind.”
Aladar shakes his head. “No. You do not need to know.”
If Aladar promises to bring my family to the ship or live on Earth, then I suppose it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. At least with my family nearby, everything would be better. It’s not like I have to be stuck at Aladar’s side forever, do I?
“There is also something else you must know.” Aladar says quietly. “But again, only if you chose me would I act this way.” His hand slides toward my inner thigh, and my pulse thrums under his touch as I stare at him.
“What is it?” I ask, sounding a bit breathless as his hand stops just above my center. My body is unraveling at his touch, and as the days blend together, I find myself not seeming to care as much.
Aladar’s fingertips trace my shorts right above where my womanhood is. My lips part as he looks down with a smile. “As you could probably guess, I am a bit possessive of what is mine.” His eyes dart to mine and the pad of his thumb presses against my center. My hips rotate forward to his touch as he continues. “That being mentioned, I can also be unkind toward what is mine as well.” His thumb goes clockwise against my center, and my legs spread farther apart as he continues to rub a little harder.
“You mean you’d abuse me?” I question. I’m partially terrified by that idea. I have no idea if he’s being honest but by the look on his face, I can tell he’s serious. I swallow hard.
He nods, and I gasp when his fingers pinch my womanhood and I nearly come undone at his touch. “To that extent, yes. But if you chose me, I promise to be kind.” His hand leaves my center and he backs away. He left me in the room with the lower half of my body thrumming with desire.
Chapter 9
All night, I tossed and turned on Aladar’s bed while the brothers’ soft snores did little to ease my mind. I didn’t want to choose either brother, but knowing that I was running out of options didn’t help me in the slightest. Alistar despite being kind and standoffish I couldn’t choose him; Aladar mentioned he would do unspeakable things to me. Aladar had promised to take me to my family, and although he mentioned the abusive part, the thought of him being that way caused fear to spike my heart.
In the end, I had to decide, regardless of how I felt about the situation. The following morning, I waited for the brothers to wake, not having been able to get a wink of sleep all night.
“You have decided,” Alistar says in a glum voice as he folds his arms, and I try not to notice how well-defined his torso is. Both brothers stand before me in front of the bunked beds, and I hesitate, chewing on the inside of my cheek.
I nod. “Yes, I believe so.”
Aladar turns his head to smirk at his brother. “I told you she would choose me.”
“Of course she would. I can smell your scent all over her.” Alistar glares at Aladar. “Even though you promised to keep her purity intact until she chose.”
My face pales. If Aladar couldn’t keep his promise to his brother, what makes me think he’ll keep his promise about seeing my family again, and what would stop him from changing whatever our relationship is into an abusive one?
“Do not be so bitter, brother.” Aladar waves a hand and sighs. “I kept her purity intact. I just could not resist. Just as I am aware that you could not.”
Alistar pressed his lips into a thin line, but his gaze flickers to me. “You chose him.” Not a question but a statement. I nod and look away. He gives a small sigh. “Very well. I did say I would rather die than lie with you.” Then he turns and, in a burst of light, leaves the room.
Now that Aladar and I are alone, he stands there for several seconds as he studies me. He frowns. “You are not happy. Why are you not happy?”
“You couldn’t keep your promise to Alistar. How do I know you won’t do the same to me?” I wrap my arms around myself as if to somehow block the expected pain I know is going to come.
With a burst of speed and light, Aladar is hovering in front of me, his hands cupping my face. He pulls me toward him and kisses me tenderly on the lips. “Penny, my dear, sweet Penny.” He pulls back to study my face and gives me a small smile. “I promise on the existence of the stars that I was created from.”
“You were created by the stars? I mean, I remember you saying that they were your ancestors. I guess I just didn’t put two and two together.”
He nods. “We are born and exist by the bodies of the stars. Just as one day”—he traces his thumb across my bottom lip, continuing to stare into my eyes—“we will create the stars.” Then he leans forward and presses a fervent kiss on my mouth.
I reach up to draw him closer, locking my arms around his neck. He pushes me backward and my head hits the mattress. He is already using his hands to tear the fabric from my chest. I let out a gasp against his rough lips and try to control my breathing and steady my heart as it seems to jump around in my chest.
His thumbs are hooking against the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down. I stare up at him as he cages me in with his body, and my lips part as he pulls back and looks down to all that remains, my granny panties.
My cheeks flush red as he grabs the edge of the underwear and shreds it in one tear. I swallow hard. “Beautiful.” He hums and then presses a leg between my thighs, forcing them to open more.
“Wait—” I mumble, my eyes widening as he yanks at the fabric around his own waist, and I stifle the urge to choke on my own spit as I try to sit up halfway to take in the size. “You have two?”
Aladar tilts his head so his eyes meet mine as his bulging members pulsate with need. He nods. “Yes. All males do.”
“I don’t think you can fit.” I hesitate, chewing on my lower lip. My thighs shake at the thought of putting his members inside of me.
He chuckles. “One is strictly for pleasure.” He strokes the back member tip with care, and it shudders beneath his touch. “The other…” He grabs the shaft of the front one and lowers it between my thighs. I lie back down, my heart stumbling around in my chest once more. “…is the standard one.” He flicks his tongue out, and I swallow hard. “But first…” He climbs off me and hovers as he crouches down, his hands on my thighs keeping my legs spread apart.
“What are you—?”
“You are mine, Penny. Understand?” His bright yellow eyes darken as he stares at me from where he is positioned between my legs. My lips part, and my entire body trembles beneath his intense stare. He leans forward so his breath fans my womanhood, and my toes curl on the edge of the bed as he moves to prop them up halfway.
Then he drags me toward him on the very edge of the bed, and his tongue darts out. I let out a gasp as he does it a second time, then a third. Each time I feel his tongue slide against my center, my hips buck against his mouth.
“Say it,” Aladar orders as he stops suctioning my center and traces a finger against the clit, as if mesmerized by what he sees.
“Say what?” I ask breathless. My entire body is tightening and ready to come undone, but he pulls his hand back and moves away from me. Then he’s nudging my legs further apart and nestling the lower half of his body against mine.
“Say that you are mine,” Aladar whispers and grips either side of my thighs. I watch in fascination as the back member seems to grow taller and then is arcing over and pressing against my clit. I gasp, and my hips buck wildly when the tip of his member opens up into a flower and seems to be suctioning the same way his mouth had been just moments before.
My lips part as my hips buck, and then I feel his other member bending down at the entrance as he hovers above me. His fingernails dig into my skin as I thrash beneath him.
“Say it!” he snaps.
“I am yours!” I shout, unable to help myself at the intense pleasure, and then I feel a swift, sharp pain and gasp, tears blurring at the corner of my eyes as his front penis pulsates deep inside me and his back flower member continues to suction the torture out of me.
Wave after wave of intense pain and pleasure mix, and I hold onto his shoulders as we rock to a song only we seem to be aware of.
When my body is finally spent and Aladar is breathing hard, he strokes my cheek tenderly and presses a kiss to my swollen lips. “Yes. You are mine, Penny. From now until my existence ends.”
The End
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Chapter 1
The hem of Thea’s Crakairian mating gown—the Crakairian government’s name for it, not hers—swished around her ankles as she and her friend, Julia, hurried down a dingy metal corridor in the depths of an alien spaceship orbiting Earth.
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