Page 33 of Savage Daddies
“Two of the guards fell asleep. Or at least that’s what they claimed happened. One of the guards who claimed he was sleeping had a brother who was exiled from our village long ago. In any case, both negligent guards have already been executed.”
Daddy Erik swears.
“This is the first time the outcasts have bothered us in years. Any idea where they’re staying?” Daddy Gage asks.
“There are some caves along a cliff near the Twilight River. Many men in the village suspect they could be hiding out there. Scouts have already been sent out. We must find them and destroy them, especially now that our village has more females than ever before.”
A cold hand clutches my heart. I gulp hard and fold my hands together to stop their sudden shaking. Are they the same group of outcasts who attacked the village many years ago and killed my mates’ parents? I think of the time I ran away from Daddies Axel and Nash in the middle of the night and count my blessings for not running into such men.
I take another step and my stomach bottoms out when the board beneath my foot creaks loudly. Shit. I grow still and hold my breath, hoping my mates didn’t hear me. I don’t want them to think I’ve been eavesdropping, but I also want to hear more about these outcasts. Are any of my daddies planning to take action against these men? I really hope not. I want them to stay safe. I want them to remain here with me in our little cabin. We’ve only just become mates, and I don’t want anything to tear us apart. I marvel at how quickly I’ve gone from wanting to escape them to not wishing any harm came to them and feel a smile dancing upon my lips.
“Josie?”
Crap. I move into the middle of the hallway, so it doesn’t look like I’ve been sneaking around when a tense-looking Daddy Gage appears in my path. His brothers soon appear behind him.
“Good morning, Daddies,” I say, offering my sweetest smile.
The tension immediately drains from Daddy Gage’s demeanor and he approaches me with open arms. “Good morning, little girl. How did you sleep?” He wraps me in a tight hug, momentarily lifting me off my feet in a playful manner, which makes me giggle.
“I slept great,” I reply. It’s the truth. After they all gave me a goodnight kiss, I don’t remember a thing. Judging by how bright it is outside already, I must have slept for at least ten hours straight.
“We’re glad to hear it,” Daddy Nash says with a warm smile.
“Are you hungry?” Daddy Erik asks.
“Famished.”
“Come sit down, then, sweet girl. Daddy Gage makes a mean omelet.”
“Thanks. An omelet sounds wonderful.” My stomach growls as I enter the kitchen.
Daddy Axel pulls back a chair at the table for me and I take a seat. I stifle a gasp as I sit down. There’s no padding on the chairs and my bottom is still tender from the spankings I received, not to mention the soreness between my thighs. I still can’t believe I took three cocks in a row, and I cast a grateful glance at Daddy Erik, who saved me from having to take four. Although sucking his cock wasn’t easy, at least my mouth isn’t sore from it.
Daddy Nash places a glass of juice in front of me. “Fresh-squeezed oranges. We grow them in a heated greenhouse out back,” he says with pride in his voice.
“Thanks. Orange juice is my favorite.” I take a sip and nearly moan at the sweet flavor. Fruits and vegetables are grown in large greenhouses on the outskirts of the techno-cities, but I’ve never had juice as delicious as this. I wonder if they use a different type of orange or add something extra to make it so smooth and refreshing, but before I can ask, Daddy Gage places a large omelet in front of me.
“Eat, little girl. You must be starving after... yesterday.”
I lower my head in a bout of shyness as my face heats. Will I ever cease blushing constantly in front of my daddies?
“Thank you,” I say, picking up my fork. I take a bite and this time a moan does escape my throat. “Oh, Daddy Gage, this is amazing. What kind of cheese is in this?”
“Goat cheese.” He smiles down at me and winks. “I’m glad you like it. If you’re still hungry after you finish that, I’ll be happy to make you another one.”
My mates soon join me at the table with their own breakfast, as Daddy Gage is quick to whip up several more omelets. Daddy Erik sets a plate of fried potatoes in the center of the table and Daddy Nash adds a bowl of fruit. They pile a serving of each onto my plate and I thank them.
Daddy Axel clears his throat and looks at me. “We want you to spend the next few days resting, little girl. You’ve been through a lot. You aren’t to leave the cabin for any reason. There are plenty of books for you to read, and at least one of us will remain home with you at all times.”
Concern spreads through me and I wonder if my home detention has anything to do with the outcasts. But I don’t want my mates to know I was eavesdropping, so I nod and say, “Yes, Daddy Axel,” even though I want nothing more than to go outside and explore the village.
Well, maybe not the entire village. I still can’t imagine looking anyone who lives here in the eye after what happened last night on the platform. But our home is on the edge of the village and I would love to explore the surrounding woods, the gardens, and the greenhouse.
Daddy Axel shots me a stern glance, as if he knows what I’m thinking. I quickly lower my gaze and concentrate on my breakfast plate. The rest of our meal passes in relative silence, and I sense my daddies are thinking about the danger that visited the village in the early morning hours.
In Emerald, I never had to worry about predators or criminals of any kind. We were all manufactured to be peaceful. It was a rare thing for a techno-city resident to rise to violence, and on those extremely rare occasions, the person was sent to rehabilitation for a number of years. Of course, I never knew anyone personally who hurt anyone or committed any crimes in Emerald.
Despite being in the wildlands, where there are criminals known as outcasts, I don’t believe I’m in any immediate danger. I’m not frightened for myself, but I am scared for my mates. I steal a glance at each of them, sitting so tall and strong at the table, and worry about what might happen if they are forced to fight against the outcasts. We’ve only just become a family. I don’t want us to be torn apart, and tears burn in my eyes at the thought of any harm coming to my daddies.
