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  “No! I’ll leave it on. I promise.” She chewed her lip, wishing she hadn’t colossally screwed herself by getting caught that afternoon. She needed her freedom. She needed to see her shipmates—if for nothing else, so she didn’t feel so damn alone and strange anymore.

  ~.~

  Jakk sat behind the wheel of his sister’s shuttle and gave Mira the rundown on how everything worked. She’d slept between them again, leaving him as needy for her as he’d been the previous morning, despite the fact he’d taken her hard the night before.

  His poor brother still sported a set of the bluest balls on the planet.

  At least Mira had clothing on at the moment—minus underclothes.

  “You set the destination here. The girls’ academy is already programmed in, see?” He scrolled through the destinations, which he’d limited to the grocery store, home, and the school. Even the grocery store pushed the limits. If anyone saw Mira out unattended, they would absolutely panic. Most of the general public believed she and her cohorts were dangerous aliens intent on waging war with their planet.

  Which still left them with the dilemma of controlling her movements. Neither he nor Gav’n believed her claim she wouldn’t remove the collar again. If she knew how to do it once, she’d do it again. He didn’t believe a simple caning would stop that, no matter what she promised. But he and Gav’n simply couldn’t be with her every hour of the day. It defeated the purpose of having her as a support to their family.

  Mira tapped her fingers on the dash, showing her impatience.

  He flicked through the news feed stations, seeking out the only one that played music, instead of news. “Do you like music?”

  She winced. “This is music?”

  “Is it not beautiful to you?”

  “Is it beautiful to you?” She sought his eyes in the rearview mirror.

  “I love it,” he admitted. Music had always been the thing that soothed, a friend when everyone besides his twin shunned him.

  “Are there other music stations?”

  He shook his head. Music had always been the least popular art form on Pra’kir, and it had gone even further out of fashion in the past twenty years. He switched off the station. “We don’t have to listen. I know most don’t love it the way I do.” He shoved his seat backward. “Come here.”

  She shrieked when he lifted her by the armpits and settled her on his lap to drive. Gav’n had made the rule she couldn’t wear panties, so her ass was bare under the too-short jumper. It felt divine against his perma-hard cock, and her exotic scent filled his nostrils.

  “Why am I on your lap?” she protested. “I can drive this thing myself. I don’t need you to hold the wheel.”

  He wrapped a fist in her hair and tugged her head back until it rested against his shoulder. “Mira, do not get sassy with me.”

  To his surprise, the scent of her arousal filled the cabin of the vehicle. Did pulling her hair turn her on?

  “Ow.” She squirmed, making his cock even more eager to strip the layer of fabric lying between them and impale that tight little pussy.

  He waited.

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  He instantly rewarded her good behavior by releasing her hair. “You will drive and I will oversee the driving. Once you have gained my trust, I will allow you to drive on your own. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.” There was sullenness to her tone, but he let it go.

  “Start the shuttle.”

  She didn’t require additional instructions on starting the shuttle, nor on maneuvering it out of the tiny parking space and into the alley. He lifted a finger to direct her toward the speedrails, but she’d already found the tracks, using the proper signaling.

  Good girl.

  She gave the shuttle too much power getting on the tracks and jumped them the first time, but before he reached to steady the wheel, she’d corrected the course and the shuttle settled, the auto-route initiating.

  She shifted her ass over his cock, and this time he was certain it was on purpose.

  “Human, if you don’t want me to shove you up over the wheel and unbutton my pants so you can ride my cock all the way to the school, you’d better stop that squirming.”

  He swore her pussy transmitted dampness onto his pants. He reached around and pinched one of her nipples.

  “I’ve never had a female so at my disposal before.” He immediately kicked himself for saying so. She wasn’t technically at their disposal. They were supposed to be operating with her consent.

  But it seemed she wasn’t offended. “Why not?”

  He stiffened. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  She twisted to face him then stopped when he growled at the way her ass moved and she sought his eyes in the rearview mirror instead. “No.”

  He couldn’t help the way his entire insides solidified and turned cold. It was the defense mechanism he’d employed since he was old enough to understand what made him different. Gav’n said it made him too stiff, too wooden, but it was out of his control.

  “I really don’t know. I’m not a Pra’kirian. Where are your females? Do you not marry?”

  “Pra’kirians mate, yes. But I will not.”

  Her blank curiosity didn’t appear faked. “Why? Judges can’t marry? Can Gav’n?”

  The pain he’d long ago resolved himself to surfaced, and he allowed it to wash over him. “Gav’n will most likely marry and have his own family.”

  “So you still haven’t explained. Why won’t you?”

  His jaw locked. He had to work to pry it open. “My eyes.”

  Now she did swivel on his lap, shifting until she almost faced him. “I still don’t understand. It’s a genetic thing? Does your eye color come with sterility?”

  He gave a bitter laugh. “No, Mira. But no female in her right mind would ever choose to bond herself to me. I’m a misfit.”

  Mira’s mouth dropped open. Her face went pale and then flushed with color. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” she spluttered.

  The shuttle whipped off the main tracks onto the side road in front of the girls’ academy and slowed to a stop in the drop off lane. “Destination reached,” an automated female voice told them.

  He didn’t like Mira’s looking at him like that. Was it with pity?

  A fierce expression crossed her face. “Do you know what we do on Earth with a male with eyes like you?”

  Dread flushed through him. Did she despise his appearance, too? He steeled himself for her pronouncement.

  She unzipped the front of her jumper, allowing her breasts to spring free. Shocked, he took a quick look out the windows, but no one was around—he’d timed their trip during the lightest traffic during the middle of the school day.

  She climbed into the passenger seat on her knees then bent over and unfastened his pants.

  He groaned as his cock sprang free. Horrified at being in front of the academy with his cock out, he hit the button for home.

  Crouched with her ass in the air toward the passenger window, Mira gripped his cock at the base and lowered her head. He groaned the moment the head of his cock met her soft lips then bathed in the moist heat of her mouth.

  “Mira...oh.”

  She took him deep into her throat then plastered her tongue against his length as she sucked hard, drawing the blood down his shaft. At this rate, he wouldn’t last five seconds.

  “Mira. Holy hell, woman. You’re killing me.”

  She lifted her eyes, lips stretching into a smile around his cock. “Mmm,” she hummed as she lowered her mouth over his cock again.

  He closed his eyes, unable to take in the scenery whizzing by at the same time a beautiful blonde alien made love to his cock.

  She picked up speed, bobbing her head while she dragged her fist up and down his cock, making it feel like she’d taken the whole length of it into her little mouth.

  “Oh...oh. Yes.” How did he get so lucky? Was this truly happening to him? It sure as hell was the
first time in his life he’d ever had more action from a female than his brother had. And he didn’t feel the least bit guilty, either.

  He buried his fingers in her hair, urging her over his cock faster, deeper. “Mira, yes! Oh hell yes. Yes!”

  He slammed his feet against the floorboard and jacked his hips up, choking Mira as his cock shoved deep into her throat. Hot streams of his seed shot into her mouth, but his beautiful human didn’t pull off. She kept sucking and swallowed his offering, licking him clean.

  He closed his eyes, soaking up the moment, wanting to remember it for the rest of his life. He didn’t even care to analyze what Mira had meant by it. All he knew was she was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he needed to show her that in a variety of ways that all ended with her screaming a climax until her voice went hoarse.

  Mira sat up. He pried his eyes open to see her smug smile, right when the shuttle exited the speedway and sent them hurtling down the side street toward the townhouse. He took over the controls to maneuver them into the alley and park the vehicle.

  “Naughty girl,” he rumbled as he opened her door and offered a hand to help her out, careful to zip her jumper before their nosy old neighbor, Linat, saw. When she stood, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her, kicking, up the stairs. “Now I’m going to have to spend all afternoon making sure you know how much I—we—appreciate you.”

  In their room, he flicked on the small device that broadcast music, turning it up as loud as it went.

  “Don’t you have speakers for that thing?” Mira muttered.

  He didn’t understand the word speaker.

  “The sound quality is awful. Does it go any louder?”

  “This is as loud as it goes,” he said.

  He plopped her in the center of the bed. Three hours before he had to leave to drive out to his parents and pick up the girls, and he had one aroused human female to satisfy.

  Chapter Five

  Mira paced the living room, examining every object on every shelf.

  “Relax. They’re only children.” Gav’n came up behind her and touched her shoulders. After a wild afternoon of lovemaking, Jakk had left to pick up their nieces and bring them home. She was more nervous about meeting the children than she had been about her “conditioning” by Jakk and Gav’n.

  That had turned out to be bearable. And somewhat enjoyable, if she was completely honest. Not that she thought they should have the right to physically discipline her, but the line between punishment and pleasure had blurred right from the beginning, making it hard for her to hate one without rejecting the other.

  Gav’n’s warm hands stroked down her sides then up the back of her short dress to palm her ass. “How’s your ass today? I heard you were a good girl all day. No punishments. Did you take your master’s cock again?”

  Her pulse quickened. Heat pooled between her legs. “Yes,” she whispered.

  He insinuated a finger between her cheeks and rubbed a tiny circle over her anus. “Are you ready to take me here?”

  “No, Master,” she choked out.

  He pushed her torso down until her hands connected with the back of the sofa, then he slid the hem of her dress up to her back. Her ass was bare underneath it, as he required, although he had allowed her to don a slightly longer skirt before the girls arrived.

  The girls. Oh shit. What if they walked in on this? Surely Gav’n wouldn’t let that happen….would he?

  He peppered her ass with swift spanks, making her yelp because her bottom was still sore from the caning the day before.

  “What’s that for?”

  “To remind you who’s in charge. Spread your legs.” His voice sounded thick.

  She widened her stance. His fingers quested between her legs, dipping into her swollen, dripping pussy. Jakk had spent hours keeping her on the edge of an orgasm before he’d fucked her and let her climax, but she still seemed to crave more.

  “I guess I’ll have to take your pussy tonight.”

  He said it like a statement, but she had the sense he was waiting for her agreement. She arched her back in invitation. He stroked two hands down her outer thighs. “Good girl.” She heard the rustle of his clothing, and then his cock prodded her entrance.

  Not once had Jakk worn a condom. She didn’t know if they even existed on this planet. She ought to have the birth control conversation with them, except she was half afraid of what they would tell her. Was she obligated to be their breeder?

  And she didn’t want to admit it because it was flat-out nuts, but some tiny part of her loved the idea of having their baby. Making their family a real family.

  Not that the girls weren’t real.

  The girls!

  But she forgot her anxiety over the girls as Gav’n wedged his huge cock inside her. Although she was sore from so much sexual activity, the pleasure by far outweighed any discomfort.

  “Oh, pashika. You are as tight and perfect as Jakk promised.” He gripped her hips and eased in and out. “I could do this all day.”

  “No...you really couldn’t. The girls are on their—”

  He covered her mouth with one hand, bumping his loins against her ass with short thrusts. “Hush. You’ll take my cock whenever and wherever I say, little one.” The hand slid from her mouth to her throat, closing lightly around her neck.

  Her pussy clenched around his length, even as her mind rebelled at his words. She tried to rally her thoughts, but his cock had found her G-spot, and pleasure spun and spiraled through her like a top out of control. “On Earth, we don’t allow children to see—”

  His hand clapped over her mouth again. “We don’t here, either. So you’d better satisfy your master quickly, because if they see us like this, I’ll have to punish you long and hard.”

  Oh God. Why did his mean talk make her knees go weak?

  He picked up one of her knees, changing the angle so he could pummel deeper into her.

  She gasped, her other knee buckling, her vision going fuzzy. “Gav’n,” she choked.

  “Take it,” he growled, thrusting harder and harder until she thought he would knock the breath out of her.

  She came close to climaxing, but he pulled out and spanked her, fast and hard.

  “Ack! What’s that for? Why—”

  “Hush, human. I already told you, I don’t need a why. Having a hot red ass helps you remember who your masters are.”

  The fuck you that sprang to mind was only halfhearted because, in fact, the spanking felt delicious. Yes, it hurt. It totally hurt—but his mastery over her left her panting for more.

  He stopped and spun her around to face him, settling her over his cock. With his palms under her ass, he lifted and lowered her, bounced her into the air, sending her up and down over his huge cock, driving deeper into her channel with each bounce.

  “Yes, yes, little human!” he roared, moving her at a frenetic pace now.

  “Yes,” she agreed, eyes rolling back in her head.

  Gav’n gave an animalistic bellow and buried deep, filling her with his hot seed.

  Her pussy clenched, her own climax arriving moments later, wiping all anxiety from her mind and body. At that moment, she knew nothing but Gav’n. Her breath mingled with his; her arms twined around his neck.

  He nibbled on her earlobe, licked into her ear. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Very good girl.”

  Warmth filled her chest. It never had been so easy to feel right as it was with these two brothers. She just hoped it was the same with the girls.

  ~.~

  Gav’n cleaned between Mira’s legs with a washcloth, turning it into an inspection and spanking her when she tried to refuse his ministrations. He tidied her just in time because Jakk arrived shortly after with the girls in tow.

  Their rashes had improved since they’d been at their grandparents, but their moods had not. Gav’n and Jakk had explained about Mira before they left, and they hadn’t liked the idea. It seemed time away hadn’t improved their opinions.


  “Girls, this is Mira, our new permanent, live-in nanny. She’s going to take care of you.”

  Pritzi, the youngest, stared at Mira with huge brown eyes and promptly burst into tears.

  Horror flamed over Mira’s face. “Hey, it’s okay,” she coaxed, “I know I’m ugly, but I’m not scary at all, I promise.”

  Darley’s lips closed into a thin line, and she refused to say hello, even when both he and Jakk gave her their most stern looks. Jan, the middle child, didn’t say a word, which they’d expected, since she hadn’t spoken since their mother died.

  Mira held her hand out to Pritzi, who eyed it suspiciously.

  “You’re not ugly,” Pritzi said, her tears subsiding. She didn’t take Mira’s hand, though. “I like your hair.”

  Mira smiled. “I like yours, too. If you want, I can braid it tomorrow. I can make a whole crown around the top of your head.”

  The girl’s eyes widened. She sniffed. “Out of hair?”

  Mira nodded and tried offering her hand again. “Do you know what a braid is? When you weave the hair?”

  Pritzi nodded, looking only half-certain she understood.

  “I can make two braids. Or a fishtail. I had four sisters, so they taught me all kinds of things to do with hair.”

  “What’s a fishtail?” Pritzi took her hand, now, and Mira led her into the girls’ bedroom. Jan followed, but Darley remained in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest.

  “Go on. Get ready for bed.” Jakk had never been the warm, fuzzy type with the girls, and the strain between he and their surliest niece, Darley, in particular, had grown over the past few weeks.

  “It’s not my bedtime yet.”

  They’d gone easy on discipline. The girls had lost their mother, and their lives had been turned on end, but it was hard not want to come down on Darley when she started with the back talk. “It’s your bedtime if we say it is,” Jakk said evenly. “Go, now, or we’ll permanently move bedtime up by a half hour.”

  Darley threw a baleful glance his way but flounced off to the bedroom.