Stolen (Tribes #2) - Milana Jacks Page 0,22

legs.

“We will need to shower tomorrow and the day after.” Mas’s voice comes from the tent. “Fuck her already and be done with it.”

Heat crawls up my face. I’m a tomato.

Nar’s unaffected, though he places a rubber stopper over the water hole in the tank. I expect him to put me down, but he doesn’t.

“You are never returning to Earth,” he states.

“Jesus.” I feel slapped. Tears gather in my eyes, and my chin quivers.

Nar nods. “Kalia, where I live, has four seasons, with beautiful summers. There are baths the size of this camp, with warm waters.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“You have to pick the winner. You understand that? If you pick me, you will have everything you wish for.”

“I understand the unfortunate circumstance that’s my life right now. Collared and leashed and at the mercy of a warrior-class species.”

“Don’t pretend as if your pussy doesn’t weep for me.”

I pinch my lips. “A pussy can’t weep.”

He puts me down and kneels before me to press his ear to my mound. “It’s weeping now.”

I try wiggling out of his hold, and he snaps his head up. Behind the white eyes, a bright color shows, and I clearly see a vertical pupil.

“Let me go.”

He smirks and walks away, but throws over his shoulder, “I feel bad for your pussy.”

Asshole.

When he disappears behind the tent, my hands fly to my neck, and for the millionth time, I try to unlatch the collar or at least the leash, and when I can’t, I curse, looking around for a towel or a cloth or anything to dry myself with. My body starts shivering, and I run back into the tent, where the two males sit next to each other, clearly having a private conversation.

“Sorry.” I step back out. My brother hated it if I burst into a room while we hosted an important guest. Oftentimes, he would talk business in our common room instead of his office, so interruptions were bound to happen. My brother always felt that the house we lived in was all for him, and my sister and I were just inhabitants, when, in fact, the house had been left to all three of us. We were supposed to sell it and split the money, but my brother found it more useful to have his sisters live with him. Or he just liked controlling us since no other woman in her right mind would marry an abusive asshole with anger issues.

“Female,” Nar calls.

“Yes?” I answer from outside.

“What the fuck are you doing out there?”

“I…” I don’t fucking know. My brother’s conditioning runs deep. Spending time in Gur’s hole gave me lots of time to reflect on my life and examine my existence thus far, including how my brother has “guided” my actions ever since Dad died. My dad was my champion, and I miss him. I kind of miss everyone now. I wish the alien didn’t have to be so blunt telling me I’m never going back. Hearing it and knowing it aren’t the same thing.

Nar opens the flap, an eyebrow raised.

I walk inside and head straight for the sacks, trying to find a towel for my hair. Nothing but blankets and furs. I eye the other clothes that aren’t mine and can’t bring myself to wear them, so I walk to the bed and shrug on a pelt.

They stare at me.

I clear my throat. “Do you mind if I sit down?”

Nar’s eyebrows shoot up.

Mas just looks confused.

When they don’t answer, I pull up a stool and sit across from the two, crossing my legs.

Nar reaches into his pocket, pulls out a red thong, and waves it in the air. “Want your panties back?”

“Those aren’t my panties.” Something awful burns inside me, and I want to slap him. Here he spent a night with me while having another woman’s panties in his pocket, and now he’s taunting me with them.

It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I care. I look away, my face burning.

“What do you mean they’re not your panties?” he asks.

“They’re not mine. You have mixed up your women, Nar.”

Nar clears his throat. “No.”

“Yes.”

“I know what this is,” Mas says. “This is the moment where Nar loses the games.”

“Shut up, Mas. I do not have women. I have one, and you are it.”

“That’s not entirely true, because she’s not yours,” Mas says.

Nar growls low in throat. “Go wait outside,” Nar tells him.

“No fucking way.”

“You should return them,” I bite out. “Maybe her pussy also weeps for you.”

“It doesn’t,” Nar says.

“Nar is