Page 6 of Savage Daddies
“Very few females are born in the wildlands. The techno-cities did something to our water supplies decades ago in an attempt to kill us all off in retaliation for our refusal to live under their rules.” Nash holds my gaze while his brother continues nuzzling his cheek against mine. “Ever since then, only one female is born for every one hundred males.”
“So you’re taking me for... sex?” I ask as a mix of dread and arousal courses through me. Damn my body, but it still doesn’t understand this isn’t a VR story.
Axel’s deep chuckle reverberates in my ear. “We’re taking you to be our mate, Josie, yes, but it’s more than that. The four of us are going to be your daddies, too, and you will be our sweet little girl. From our observations of other young women taken from the techno-cities, it’s obvious they haven’t been raised properly in a loving family. Just like all the women taken before you, you need guidance, little girl. Guidanceandaffection.”
A spasm of warmth affects me between my thighs and I can’t help but squirm again as I try to process Axel’s words. I’m going to be their mate and their little girl. They aren’t using the word wife, which I find interesting—primal in a way, but also fitting. After all, we’re in the wildlands and they are savages.
Savages who apparently have no intention of letting me go.
Chapter Three
Once we reach the otherside of the lake, we follow the shoreline for hours. Despite my frustration and fear, I’m entranced by the nature surrounding us. Little duck families occasionally swim by the boat, flocks of birds soar through the blue sky overhead, and furry creatures large and small regularly approach the water to take a drink. It’s almost too much to take in. Before today, I thought I’d explored the world adequately enough through VR stories, but oh, how I was wrong. The scents of real nature carried on the breeze coupled with the heat of the sun keep reminding me that this isn’t a story. This is real.
I’m really outside the techno-city of Emerald, traveling further from home by the second.
“How long until we reach your village?” I ask, finally breaking the silence.
“Seven days.”
My stomach lurches. Seven days. We’ll be traveling in the wrong direction—away from Emerald—for a full week. I wish I weren’t tied up. I shoot a mean look at Nash then quickly glance away. Quietly, I test the strength of the rope holding my ankles together by attempting to inch my feet apart. The bond is secure and I almost let a string of curses slip. When I’m certain Nash isn’t looking directly at me, I try to wiggle my wrists out of the ropes, but it’s no use. The bastard knows how to tie a sturdy knot.
I hear Axel moving behind me and seconds later, he reaches around me and places a canteen of water to my lips.
“Drink.”
Though I don’t want to accept his kindness, the dryness in my throat prompts me to take a small sip. But it’s not enough to satisfy him.
“I know you must be thirsty, little girl. Drink more.”
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I accept a long drink from the canteen while he holds it to my mouth. It’s awkward business drinking from a canteen I’m not holding myself, and some of the water escapes my lips and trickles down my neck. Axel finally takes the canteen away and sits back, only for Nash to put his oar down and lean closer to me. His dark gaze penetrates me as he looks me over, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest.
He produces a clean white cloth from his backpack and presses it to my neck, gently cleaning the water off me. I try to back away, but Axel puts his hands on my shoulders and forces me to remain in place.
“Be a good little girl and let Daddy Nash get you all clean,” Axel whispers in my ear, his voice a low rumble.
“I’mnota little girl,” I protest, squirming in his grip.
