A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I can’t sleep with you sitting and watching me,“ I whispered to him while re-bundling Hannah.

He grinned cheekily. “Yes you will, and when the child starts to fuss I will wiggle your foot until you wake up.”

It would have been less irritating if their system wasn’t so effective. Hannah woke one more time and Bane alerted me before she got too upset. They had switched places and I hadn’t even noticed.

I yawned sleepily picking up Hannah. She started to nurse and watched me with wide open eyes.

Since her attention wasn’t on them, my men could move around. Evan bounded out of bed. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Time to get up,” he said stretching and grinning.

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“Really? Are you sure?” I grumbled shifting Hannah. “I’m exhausted.” “You’re always exhausted in the morning,” he said cheerfully.

Damien and his Brothers rose as Hannah continued to feed. I looked at them ruefully. Tapping into Evan’s excessive morning energy had been better than coffee. I would miss his start of the day excitement.

“That was all you, though, wasn’t it?” I asked Hannah as she slurped happily away.

Hannah watched me with bright eyes, but was consumed with her current task.

I wondered privately if she still had access to my men’s bond. Perhaps when we were alone I would ask her.

This morning we took a long route to get to breakfast. Damien didn’t want me anywhere near the tutors. After seeing my reaction to just hearing about it, he had no desire to see me any closer to it. We took a large detour to avoid them.

Hannah Looked at everything as we walked. I just watched her expressive little face take it all in. ALL was well until we passed a large opening that exited the mountain. Morning sunlight shone in and the sky was a brilliant cloudless purple.

“I want!” she screamed reaching out of her blanket toward the open sky.

“What do you want?” I asked looking out the opening.

“Out, Mama, go out,” she cried still reaching.

I smiled down at my daughter. This whole world would be hers to explore one day. Evidently, that’s the way she was programmed.

“You can’t go out there, yet,” I told her gently. “Now we are going to eat.”

Hannah pouted and squirmed in my arms.

“I ate,” Hannah whined, “go out and see the sky. I want see the Scars. T want out, Mama.”

“You will go out soon enough,” I soothed. “The whole world will be yours, My Girl.”

I looked into her bright grey eyes and knew that while she had my mother’s nose and my skin, she was her father’s daughter. This girl was Paterian through and through. I wasn’t sure if I should be elated or worried about that.

The men in the dining room were fascinated and frightened by my daughter all at once. The entire hall went silent the first time Hannah spoke. In a high clear voice she had told me she wanted to try the

green stalks.

“No, Hannah, you don’t have teeth, yet,” I explained. “You need teeth to chew them.”