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  “Please, don’t,” I begged.

  “You protest, Kaela, but I can see exactly how wet you are. I can see your greedy little pussy tighten every time I touch this innocent asshole of yours. One day, I’m going to fuck you here and you’re going to beg me for it,” he whispered. His words caught me off guard. He’d seemed like the friendliest of the four, but clearly, he wanted complete control when it came to fucking me.

  “I won’t,” I argued, as he gathered the wetness from my pussy onto his fingers. He dragged them backwards and swirled it around my bottom hole and there was little I could do to fight him as he pressed inward, into my ass and into my naughtiest hole. I tightened the cheeks of my ass, trying to impede his onslaught, but that didn’t do any good. Instead, he just seemed to push harder, and it began to hurt.

  The stretching sensation burned as he took my virgin hole with his finger for the very first time. His digit was thick, and I felt its girth as he breached my back channel. I squirmed, but it was no use as he took me there, just as his cock pushed into my pussy. With him staring in between my legs, I couldn’t hide the reactions of my body as he took me in such a shameful way.

  As his finger pushed into my bottom hole, my pussy clenched down around his cock. He’d know I was enjoying this filthy act. There was no denying that now and he knew it. Slowly, he drew his hips back and then pressed forward, teasing me, torturing me with his dick.

  I moaned with humiliation as his knuckle pushed past the tight ring of my asshole, just as Tavik pinched one nipple, hard. Zane threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled hard, forcing my cheek down to the ground. I moaned, low in my throat and closed my eyes, just as Caleb’s hips surged forward, claiming my pussy with his cock in one fell swoop.

  He fucked me just as hard as the others. If I had expected him to be gentle, he wasn’t. One finger turned into two, pushing into my ass unmercifully even as I cried out. I wasn’t sure what I was saying anymore. I wanted it to stop. I didn’t want it to. I was ashamed. I was aroused. I was so confused.

  My body hummed with pleasure. My skin electrified with it. These men had taken me roughly, taught me a resounding lesson with both their palms and their cocks and I would never forget it. In fact, I knew my life would never be the same again.

  Caleb’s hips rolled, and the tip of his cock rubbed against a glorious place inside me and my entire body went rigid with ecstasy, even with his fingers in my ass. Especially with his fingers there.

  It was shameful. It was filthy, but so fucking good.

  My orgasm rushed over me, strong and steady and all-consuming. He captured my body and wrenched every second of pleasure from me that he could. The hands of the other three men brushed over my skin and I was completely and utterly lost.

  Zane pulled my hair hard. Tavik pinched my muscles roughly and Valdus caressed the skin of my neck. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the curve of my throat and I moaned softly. Caleb fucked me hard from behind, his fingers pumping in and out of my bottom and there was little I could do to fight the rampant lust racing through my veins.

  I came again and again as he pleasured me, until at long last, Caleb pulled free from me and I felt his hot seed paint my back and my ass. I groaned, both exhausted and completely satisfied and covered in thick gobs of alien cum.

  Caleb still had his fingers in my ass. He pushed them in and out, stretching my asshole and reminding me that at that moment, he was in complete control and I was not.

  I heard him fiddle with his belt and then he finally pulled his fingers from my bottom hole. Only a second later, something pressed against it.

  “What is that?” I whispered, my voice rising with anxiety.

  “A firm reminder that you’re no longer in charge, little human,” Zane answered, and Caleb laughed quietly.

  “It’s a plug for your naughty little asshole. You’re going to wear it while we explain why we’re here in the first place. It’ll be a lesson for you to think before you act, because if you misbehave, you’re going to regret it,” Caleb explained.

  I shivered in response.

  The plug was hard and unforgiving, although the material felt silky and velvety soft against my sore skin. It stretched me wider than Caleb’s fingers had, and I whined because of it, but he was relentless. Slowly, the plug entered me, and I tried not to clench down or tighten my muscles against it. If I did, the burning ache of my body fighting against the intrusion was too much. I tried to behave and take it without complaint but found myself softly whimpering all the same.

  Finally, the foreign object popped all the way inside me, a small protrusion between my cheeks spreading my ass just a little, enough to showcase the plug situated deep inside me. It felt heavy and strange, but even so, my clit throbbed with desire and I moaned softly.

  The men released me then. Caleb picked me up and sat me down on the blanket and I yelped, my body weight pressing the plug a bit deeper inside me. He smirked, almost as if he could guess exactly what I was thinking.

  I pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs, only now noticing the marks the rope has left on my skin. Pretty indentations, almost like jewelry around my wrists and thighs. They were beautiful.

  I ran one of my fingers over them, feeling the texture of the rope still on my flesh.

  Valdus captured my wrist and brought it to his lips, kissing the mark of the rope left behind as if it were a bracelet.

  Caleb ran his hand softly over my skin, his demeanor comforting now that he’d taught me a lesson with his cock.

  The four of them surrounded me, petting me, massaging me, and caring for me as I came down from the onslaught of pleasure I’d just experienced. The beat of my heart gradually slowed and the heat within my body eventually subsided.

  Even though they had just used me, fucked me, and claimed my virginity as theirs, they were there to catch me after it was all over. I closed my eyes and curled around them and my preconceived notions about the Vakarrans began to falter, just the slightest bit.

  I should be dead according to the rumors and tales I’d heard of their species. I should have been beaten and whipped for my attempts at escape and especially for raising my fists to them, but I hadn’t been. Instead, despite their alpha natures, there was a certain gentleness about the four of them. A certain protective nature over me that I hadn’t ever expected. It was still too soon to tell, but maybe there was reason to doubt those stories I’d heard. Maybe the Vakarrans weren’t so bad after all?

  Or maybe I was just delirious from the pleasure they’d given me.

  Time would tell which of those versions were true.

  * * *

  I woke some time later, finding my body entangled with four Vakarrans on a soft blanket and mattress pad. Opening my eyes, I met Tavik’s gaze first. His eyes were soft, expectant, and friendly.

  “Now that the battle is over, do you think we can talk about why we’ve come for you?” he whispered, slowly gathering me in his arms and onto his lap. Still naked, I tried to cover myself, but he knocked my hands away.

  “Don’t cover yourself. You have a beautiful body. You shouldn’t be ashamed of a single inch of it,” he commanded, and I felt myself flush. No one had ever spoken to me like that before and my heart melted a little because of it.

  My movements reminded me of the plug, still shoved deep inside my asshole and my body warmed with heated desire. My pussy tightened, remembering the events of just hours before and I sighed softly, still feeling the effects of the powerful pleasure that had taken over every square inch of my flesh.

  I shook my head, trying to focus on the events at hand. I had to know why this group of Vakarrans had come for me, why they’d taken it upon themselves to capture me and take me as their captive, if they were as dangerous as I’d been told. I had to know more.

  “How did you know I was here? That I even existed,” I asked softly, almost as though I was afraid of the answer.

  “There’s a lot that’s happened outside y
our forest, Kaela,” he answered.

  “Are my sisters dead? Did you kill them? Torture them?” I pressed, keenly aware of his grip tightening on my breast.

  “No. They aren’t dead. In fact, they sent me to capture you and return you to them. Or at least, Alaina and Danika had a hand in it,” he explained. I was silent as he spoke. I had to decide whether or not to believe him.

  He explained how Kira had been captured first and brought to the ISS Starrider. How the First Battalion had taken her and claimed her as theirs. Next, he talked about Alaina and Danika and how they and their Vakarran mates had fought back against the Vakarran army, abandoning their posts in the military in order to stay with their women. Then, he explained the Resistance and how they’d established themselves in the Atlanta underground. They were fighting to free Earth from the alien’s clutches. They were fighting for our freedom. My heart swelled with pride.

  And a man named Commander Nix was coming for them.

  Tavik described him as a cruel man and I had no doubt that he was telling the truth, the conviction and determination behind his words palpable.

  “So, my sisters sent you to bring me to them?”

  “Partly. Their Vakarrans were the ones that chose us for the mission. Your sisters sent us off with their blessing. Danika actually threatened us with physical harm to keep you safe along the way,” he said with a smirk.

  “Sounds like her,” I laughed softly.

  After a long moment, I lifted my head and turned back toward him. The other three had woken and were watching us, but they let their leader speak instead.

  “Are they happy? My sisters?” I asked.

  “From what I can tell, they certainly are. The Second Battalion treats Alaina like their queen. The Third Battalion and Danika are always together. The two of them look radiant. From what I’ve seen, they are happy. I can see where your strength comes from, meeting you now and knowing your sisters,” he explained.

  I wanted to believe every word, but I wasn’t sure. I wouldn’t be sure until I saw my sisters for myself. As much as I wanted to believe that they were alive and well, I had to remember what kind of world we lived in. I had to remember that even though these men had been kind to me thus far, they could be lying, just so that I’d be their willing prisoner until the end.

  “Now that we’ve found you, our mission is to return to Atlanta,” he added.

  “What about the rest of the humans?” I asked.

  “They can remain where they are, or if they want to join the Resistance as well, they can too,” he answered.

  “You won’t send anyone to kill them? They will stay safe?”

  “Our mission is you, Kaela. We have no interest in the others,” he said.

  The conviction in his voice was powerful. Even though I knew I probably shouldn’t, I believed him in that moment. He promised that I could see my sisters again. That they were still alive and unharmed. Despite everything he’d told me, the part that surprised me the most was that each of my sisters had four Vakarran mates. Four men to protect them, to love them.

  And now I had four aliens of my own.

  I was quiet for a long moment, running my fingers across my thigh when I noticed that certain places seemed to sparkle, almost as though I had glitter on my skin. I rubbed over one spot and the glow didn’t go away.

  Weird.

  Maybe this was a sign. Maybe I’d lost my mind. Here I was considering that maybe the Vakarrans weren’t so bad after all after years of being taught the opposite. The world was evil. I had to remember that.

  “It’s alright,” Valdus whispered, taking my hand into his.

  “What does it mean?” I asked hesitantly.

  “It means you’re our mate. That you were meant for us,” he said, and I narrowed my eyes, wondering about the meaning of his words.

  “I’m not your mate,” I countered.

  “You are. And we have an entire journey to prove it to you,” Valdus smirked.

  I scoffed. He couldn’t be serious.

  Tavik kissed my shoulder softly.

  “You’re ours, little human. We’ve claimed you and now, there’s no running from us,” he whispered in my ear. I shivered at the promise in his tone.

  I’d prove him wrong. Eventually.

  Chapter Six

  Kaela

  As much as I wanted to escape the grasp of these four Vakarrans, I saw no opportunity to do so. Zane and Valdus watched my every movement like hawks, while Caleb catered to my every need. After a period of time, Tavik removed the plug from my ass, reminding me that he was granting me mercy as he pulled it from my body, achingly slowly. His attentions made my body heat with desire, even though I was sore from being so well used by four Vakarrans. Caleb helped me to dress, and I couldn’t help but sigh with relief as my naked body was finally covered once again.

  No longer bare to their eyes, I began to feel more confident and stronger than before. I realized our relationship was tenuous at best, and I needed to remain cautious and assess if their story was actually true. For all I knew, they could be leading me into a trap, one that would condemn the rest of friends to be taken by the Vakarrans, to be enslaved and abused, just like all the rumors and stories told.

  For all I knew, my sisters were dead, and I was the last one to be captured and made an example of. The thought was terrifying.

  I needed to be more careful. I needed to remember who I was. That I was a Stryke and that it would take a lot more than a hard, pleasurable fuck to tame me.

  With a sigh, I looked above at the clouds scattered here and there in the sky. The sun was high overhead, beginning its downward trek toward the horizon. It would be many hours before it set, meaning the Vakarrans had plenty of time to lead me away from my home in the caves. Away from my people. I missed them already. I hoped that one day, I would have the chance to see them again, although only when it was safe to do so.

  I faced the ground, trying to hide my tears but Caleb brushed his hands against my shoulders, squeezing softly in support. I lifted my head to face him, but the look on his face was friendly and warm. He was supportive and despite everything in my mind telling me I couldn’t trust him, in that moment, I did, just a little.

  “It’ll all be fine. When we get to Atlanta, you’ll see your sisters again,” he murmured.

  I smiled softly. I hoped he was right.

  In any case, there would be many miles between us and the city for me to figure out if what they were telling me was true or not. Along the way, I’d test them in whatever manner I could think of. I’d figure out the truth, no matter what it took.

  “Let’s get moving. I want to get some distance from here before we rest for the night,” Tavik ordered and the rest of the men nodded in agreement.

  I pulled on my boots and tied the laces, rising to my feet once I was ready. The four of them surrounded me and we ventured into the forest together.

  For an hour or two, we were quiet as we trekked through the woods. The men kept all around me, two men at my back, two in front of me. Tavik led the way, pushing through the brush and keeping a steady pace, leaving me little choice but to follow. I kept my wits about me, watching for holes in their formation or any chance at escape, but I found none. Even if I could run, I knew they would catch me. They were faster than I had anticipated. It hadn’t worked the first time and I knew it wouldn’t a second time. No, running wouldn’t be how I would escape.

  I’d have to be more creative next time.

  The sounds of the woods, along with our footsteps in the brush were the only thing I heard for a very long time. No one said a word as we traipsed along overgrown dirt paths, covered in the falling leaves of the season.

  For the next few days, we traveled peacefully. We didn’t run into anyone, so the more we walked, the more comfortable we became. I took the time to begin to get to know my captors, to gauge whether or not they were trustworthy and to begin to understand why my body reacted with desire every time any of them got close to me,
why my blood boiled the moment any one of them brushed against my skin. Most of all, I wanted to understand why the sound of their voices made me wet. It unnerved me.

  It was unnatural. I wasn’t supposed to be reacting to the enemy. I could deny it all I wanted, but the proof was in my panties each night. They hadn’t touched me in days, and hell, I almost wanted to beg them to. I was beginning to grow more desperate with each passing moment.

  I hadn’t known pleasure could be so real, so strong, and so consuming. It had shattered everything I had thought I’d known about it and more. Maybe love wasn’t a fantasy after all.

  Tavik was the leader. That much was obvious. It was also clear he didn’t like rules or following anything of the sort. He was rough and didn’t take shit from anyone, least of all me. I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to punish me again, and there was a little part of me that almost wished he would. I wanted to see if my body reacted with such heat a second time. Just the thought left me breathy with want.

  Valdus was cold, at first. I had seen it in his eyes when we had first met, but now I could see him slowly opening up to me, like ice melting in the light of the sun. He was Tavik’s right-hand man, generally quiet and broody, except with me. When we were together, he was turning into something of a different person. Warm. Kind. Understanding. Devoted. Gradually, I was warming up to him too, despite my misgivings about the Vakarran species in general.

  Caleb was the closest thing that I had to a friend. He was funny, kind, and tried to help me assimilate to their ways, at least a little bit. He was a guide amongst the others and I found myself opening up to him as well. Out of the four, he was the least intimidating and I liked that about him. It made things much easier for me. Every once in a while, he’d catch my gaze and smile, which would cause my heart to thump in my chest.

  Last, but definitely not least, there was Zane. He scared me a little, to be honest. His dark eyes always left me feeling unsure, and I got the idea he wanted to hurt me and that he’d enjoy it. What terrified me even more was that I was curious about it, and that I might like it too. I shook my head, trying to clear it.