Gritting his teeth, Nagán shakes his head and prepares the syringe. I know he thinks I’m being far too permissive with her, but I can’t help but be indulgent when she lies there unwell. Besides, I know she’s not being bratty on purpose.

From what I’ve seen from her, she lashes out when she’s scared or hurt. Though these actions will have to be culled out of her, I can understand the motivations. I’d be the same way if I found myself on Earth with nowhere to escape.

Turning her head, she scrunches her eyes closed as my brother sets the tip of the needle against her skin. I run my hands over her hair, soothing her as he drives it into her arm. Her small yelp, however, is all the sound she makes.

“Good girl,” I murmur, sliding my lips against her temple. “You took that really well.”

“Celestials,” Nagán snarls. “You coddle her as if she’s a baby. It’s only a shot. I’m sure she’ll live.”

“What does it matter that I give her a small bit of comfort? Are you really so heartless?”

“No,” he sneers. “I’m a realist, pragmatic. You keep doting on these cows and you’ll find yourself with disobedient livestock.” With a sigh, he packs his needle away. “Look. I care about you. I know how much it kills you to send your pets back to Earth. But you do this every year. You let yourself fall for a set of large, pretty eyes and an accommodating pussy and think you’re in love. Wake up. These cows will never consider you anything more than a means to scratch their genetically altered itches.”

Next to me, Jessica flinches, her gaze drifting up my face. There’s a pain there, something that has nothing to do with physical discomfort. Her small hand curls around mine as my brother continues to spew his poison.

Is my little cow trying to comfort me? That’s a first. My heart threatens to crack as I squeeze her hand back, taking the solidarity she’s so freely giving me.

“Every fucking year,” he mutters under his breath. “You think you would learn by now. These cows will never want you. We kidnap them, dragging them from their lives. They’re only too eager to go back, leaving you alone. Again. And it’s me who has to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. Not again. Not this time. You want to indulge your livestock, then that’s your choice. I won’t stand by and watch you get hurt.”

He rises and motions to the pouches. “There’s enough protein in here to give it to her three times a day for the next year. Make sure she stays hydrated, milked, and fed. She’ll be fine.”

He storms out, slamming the door behind him. Jessica flinches, her brow furrowing at the violence he causes in his departure. Tears dot her eyes as she lifts a hand to my face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers so softly I almost can’t hear her. “I didn’t mean to make him mad.”

With a soft, indulgent smile, I sit her up and place her on my lap. I rock back and forth a bit, holding her in my arms. She feels so good there, so right. Perhaps Nagán was wrong about her. She certainly seems to care more than the others.

“He’s frustrated with me, is all. You know how siblings can be.”

She shakes her head and gives me a lopsided grin. “Only child. It’s just me.” Her face crumples as she buries her head in my chest.

Though she doesn’t say anything else, I feel the pain and anguish radiating from her. We sit there for several moments as I rock her back and forth. Both of us hurt right now. We’re both damaged in some way. It just feels so fucking good to have her in my arms.

After a while, she seems to settle down. I pull back and ease her off of my lap so she can stand between my legs. “I guess now is the time to go over the rules of the house.”

Her nose wrinkles in thought, and it’s such an adorable action. I can’t help but draw her down so I can kiss the furrowed ridges. “You’ve already given me the rules.”

“That’s for outside, around the other cows. In my home, as my pet, things are a little different.”

I gaze at my beautiful cow, studying every soft curve. The only thing on her body is the collar and leash. It hangs down between her breasts, drawing my attention to them.

She’s starting to become engorged again. Thankfully, there’s not too much time between now and her final milking of the night. Grabbing the leash, I take her from the communal space and into the dining and kitchen area.

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CHAPTER 17

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JESSICA

Some of the Ranch Hands from the field earlier mill about, preparing things for dinner. Every now and then, they look over at me, their gazes curious as they roam over my body. My cheeks heat up as I slide behind Vrokjan, doing my best to hide.

Unfortunately, he’s having none of it. With a soft chuckle, he brings me back out and stands me in front of him, so my back brushes against his chest. “They won’t bite,” he teases, easing his hands around to massage my nipples.

Despite the humiliation of having these strangers watch as I fall apart in front of them, I can’t help the soft moan drifting from my lips. His hands just feel so good on my body. Arching back, I thrust my breasts further into his hands, desperate to feel him massaging them.

They’re already sore again. Not nearly as bad as before I was milked, but I can tell they’re growing again. As he squeezes my nipples, a little milk drips out, easing the discomfort.

As if they can smell the milky goodness, the Ranchers stop what they’re doing and stare at me. Arousal gathers at my lower lips as I see the hunger in their gazes. They prowl forward, licking their lips as they stand in front of us.

“They will not touch you without permission,” Vrokjan continues, milking me as they watch. “You are my personal cow, and with that comes some responsibilities. Your morning milk will belong to me. After I’ve drunk my fill, you will provide milk for the rest of the house.”

I jerk back, ignoring the searing pain as he tugs on my nipples. A distressed moo flits from my lips, bringing another dark chuckle from his.

“Silly cow,” he whispers, his thumb and forefingers working a dark magic on my poor, swollen buds. “They’re not going to drink from you as I do. I will, however, milk you in front of them. If you’re lucky, I’ll even let them watch me pleasure you. But you’ll have to be an extra good girl to earn that.”

His words barely make sense as arousal floods my brain. Was there some odd chemical in the shot Nagán gave me that made me extra horny? Or is it just the fact that I finally don’t feel sick again?

Either way, my body burns as he teases me in front of his men. I can’t think of much else than finding my release, even if it means they have to watch. Cupping my right breast, Vrokjan drags me up against him as his other hand teases my entrance.

Unable to resist, I spread my legs, allowing him access to my clit. The others watch, their eyes darkening as he teases me. At that moment, I feel powerful.

I may just be an Earthling, a cow to them, but there’s no denying they want me. Resting my head back against his chest, I let out a lusty moo. The men groan, their hands dropping to the front of their suits.

“Such a wet little thing,” he grumbles, the deep sound zipping through my body. “You like them watching you, don’t you?”

He doesn’t give me time to even think, let alone answer. His fingers are insistent, dragging pleasure from my body whether I want it or not. In front of me, I watch as the men rub their cocks through the shiny material.

“You see, my pretty cow, you’ll be getting them nice and hard, ready to go pleasure the other cows as they harvest their milk. Your service in this way will give the others such a great relief.”