what he wanted from her. She wasn’t one to give in. And she certainly wasn’t one to submit.
Why did she want to?
What power did they have over her?
And how the hell did they get so big?
Chapter Four
The men neared and then held their ground. Many of the female prisoners made sounds indicating they were nervous at their closeness. Even Sara found herself uneasy. They were even larger the closer they drew.
Large men had a history of being violent with her. She tried to steel her nerves. It didn’t work. These men were larger than ones she’d ever encountered before. They had to be almost seven feet tall.
All of them.
Not only that, but they were each muscle-bound and currently staring at the women from the ship as if they were all appetizers to be feasted upon. The idea had merit, but with the size of the men she couldn’t help but quake in fear. She deplored weakness in herself yet she stepped closer to Teon, a whimper falling from her lips.
Teon’s hand came to a rest upon Sara’s arm. “It’s okay. They won’t hurt us,” Teon said softly.
“But they’re…they’re huge,” muttered Sara, hating how pathetic she suddenly felt. It was as if she were a child, at the mercy of the large men around her.
“They don’t hurt women,” Teon said. “It’s against everything they stand for. They are fiercely protective of their women.”
Some of the tension left Sara. The warrior with the blue eyes and dark hair locked gazes with her. Instead of blushing, she found herself digging her nails into Teon’s arm. Teon offered a comforting pat to Sara’s wrist, and with it Sara found some of her courage again.
Still, the urge to submit to the alpha warrior who continued to watch her was great. Her knees threatened to do just that—to give out and force her to bow to him. She bit her inner lip, refusing to permit such a thing from happening.
I bow to no man.
“I promise, they won’t do anything you don’t want them to do,” Teon said, as if reading Sara’s continued unease.
Sara glanced back at the male, only to find another watching her in the same manner. This one had a scar above his eye. His hair was lighter in shade than the other male who had held her interest. The new male watched her in a way that said he was already picturing her spread beneath him. Her nipples responded. She wanted to be under him.
She shook her head. She wasn’t one to give in to anything so easy. Why now? Why with these two men?
A different male neared them and took a keen interest in Teon. “Where do you hail from?”
Sara jumped slightly at the sound of his deep voice. Teon did as well.
Sara knew Teon came from Old Earth while Sara came from one of Earth’s sister planets. All the women aboard the vessel seemed to come from the same regions.
“Do you speak?” demanded the man, his focus still locked upon Teon.
Sara was so swept up in the closeness of the male to Teon that she hadn’t noticed the two men coming close to her. She gasped when she realized the one who had first caught her attention was within arm’s reach of her. When he lifted his hand, she flinched, expecting to be struck. It had been the way of things for months aboard the ship.
He held his hand out, just shy of making contact with her, his blue gaze seeming to soften somewhat, as if he needed to touch her. She found it impossible to deny him. She took a small step towards him and lowered her head, a sign of surrender, something she wasn’t so sure she liked.
His large hand wrapped around her hair. He leaned in, drawing in a deep breath. He was so close she could smell him as well and he smelled like pure man—pure sin.
“It is the color of the yalenise flower,” he said, his voice even deeper than the other she’d heard speak.
Her lips trembled with both excitement and fear. “The what?”
He eased closer, his large body invading her space. “The yalenise flower. It is rare and greatly valued among my kind. Your hair, it is