Page 12 of Victoria's Discovery

Victoria darted a startled look at Thorn when he stood suddenly, then watched as he moved to stand under the hole in the ceiling. Glancing back expectantly, he waved her over.

Curious, she hesitantly approached then jerked to a stop a couple of feet away when he crouched back down and dropped a shoulder, tipping his head as if to say, ‘hop on.’

“You’re kidding, right? Uhh, no,” she said flatly, shaking her head.

She understood what he wanted and even thought she understood why. He was asking her to get on his shoulders so she could peek through the hole and see if there was anything interesting or helpful out there.

The problem, and why she was refusing, was that she wasn’t wearing panties.

Thorn frowned, but quickly smoothed his expression out into something softer and encouraging then tried again, holding his hands out like he wanted to pick her up.

Victoria sighed. He really was trying to be nice and the last thing she wanted was to put tension on their new friendliness or make him feel like she was still afraid of him. Hell, shewantedto go up there and look around.

But, climbing up on his shoulders when he would definitely feel her lady parts against the back of his neck was not happening.

“How to explain this… ”

She could feel her cheeks heating and couldn’t stop the embarrassed cringe, but when she saw his expression beginning to shut down, finally tugged on the hem of her dress and gave him a pointed look.

His eyes dropped to her hands, but he didn’t seem to understand what she was trying to signal because he looked back up at her with a shake of his head. Sighing again, she tugged the hem down tighter, cocked her hip out, and rubbed her other hand over her flank, showing him the clear lack of a panty line.

Comprehension was slow in coming, but she saw it the moment it hit.

His face went blank for a split second before his lips twitched. Meeting her gaze, his usually forbidding expression changed to something distinctly amused and, unless she was mistaken, intrigued.

Victoria blinked, her lips parting in wonder, unprepared for how much that small smile transformed him.

He was… hot. Like muscled-Viking-biker-holyshitamIdrooling-hot.

Snapping out of her stupor when he said something to Thegan, she glanced back in time to see him pull what looked like a scrap of leather out of his pouch and toss it to Thorn.

He caught it easily then wrapped it around the back of his neck, watching her all the while. Finished, still smirking, he bowed down until he was down on all fours then turned to give her another ‘hop on’ nod.

Victoria canted her head and eyed him suspiciously. Subtly lifting a hand to her side, she pinched herself to make sure this wasn’t some kind of fever-induced wet dream. The small flash of pain told her that, no, this really was happening.

There was an alien down on all fours asking her to mount him.

She made the mistake of glancing at the neighboring cage and caught the women inside all staring at her, their panic forgotten in lieu of watching the show unfold. Blushing, she quickly looked away and anxiously rubbed her hands down her sides.

“Okay, just ignore them. I can do this. Just gonna hop on this giant, hot, well-hung, alien guy and go for a little ride. Nothing weird or sexual about that. While I’m at it, let’s pretend my heart isn’t racing in what is obviously not anticipation because this is definitely not playing into my fantasies. Right. Okay. Uhh, look away please?” she asked, pointing two fingers at her eyes then at the ground.

Thorn’s smile widened, but he did as she asked and turned to stare fixedly at the pellet-covered floor.

Clutching the front and back of her dress in each hand, she looked at only the back of his head, ignoring the eyes she could feel staring at her, and shuffled closer then very slowly, very carefully, lifted a leg over his neck and, just as slowly, sat down.

Only the very tips of her flip flops were touching the ground which left her feeling unbalanced, like she was going to fall off if he so much as breathed too deeply.

The urge to clutch at something was strong, but it seemed rude to just boldly grab fistfuls of his hair and use them like a saddle horn, so she ended up just kind of straddling his neck stiffly, her arms held out to either side like a tightrope walker.

“I take it back.Thisis the weirdest situation in the history of ever,” she squeaked.

She felt silent laughter shake Thorn’s shoulders and an answering chuckle from Thegan when she gasped as Thorn sat back on his heels. He wrapped his big hands around her lower legs to stabilize her then carefully moved into a crouch.

Heart leaping into her throat, Victoria gave up trying to be polite and clutched his head while reflexively tightening her thighs around his neck.

Unfortunately, she must have tightened them a bit too much because he coughed and slid his hands farther up her legs until his fingers were curled around her inner thighs.

Also, unfortunately, that had her so focused on how close those fingers were to her bare lady parts, that it took him growling her name before she realized she was strangling him.

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