She is suddenly, effortlessly elegant. Intoxicatingly sensual. Completely out of my reach.
I can see it in the way she walks towards us. Mia is unlike every other woman – especially the ones who throw themselves at us. Those others are like eager puppies, wagging their tails for the opportunity to get down on their knees and submit to us.
Not Mia. She is a woman untamed.
The light blue dress she wears plunges down to reveal a cavernous cleavage. I drink in the sight of her perfect breasts. I imagine them full of milk, and her belly plump with my sons. My cock instantly surges without my control.
It’s like my heart is beating for the first time in as long as I can remember.
Since Lalana died, I’ve felt a stubborn coldness in my veins. An aloofness that protected me from ever letting myself get hurt again.
But Mia burns like a star. She melts that glacier inside of me. There’s a new sensation she summons forth from me - one I’ve never felt before…
Vulnerability.
I lick my lips in anticipation. I have been making deals my entire life...
…now, I have to find a way to win this woman.
I crave to tame her – to bring her under my control. She will be my perfect little pet – submissive, willing, and aching for my harsh, dominant touch.
She will be mine.
5
Mia
What the fuck am I doing?
I just got all dolled up for nothing.
I let Sarah slither me into this revealing dress, and paint my face, all to tease three huge, dominant warriors known for their mating frenzy – and yet I keep telling myself I’m not going to do anything about it.
Stop it!
I’m not thinking straight. I’ve never met anyone like these Aurelians before. There is nobody else like these Aurelians.
I’ve only heard the stories about their kind – the stories that fill me with fear, yet entice me at the same time. I feel a pull and a push that conflicts within my tormented mind. I came here for one reason, and one reason only…
To take from them.
…but I’m allowing myself to get distracted.
I mean, it’s understandable. I’ve never seen such riches before. I’ve never been surrounded by such casual opulence before. There’s a certain arrogance to the ease with which I found those priceless, ancient Old-Earth wristwatches, and it almost angers me.
I’m risking fifteen years in prison to be here. My life, if I fail to deliver what Darr wants.
Yet, these Aurelians have so much money, they barely notice the things they surround themselves with – riches that lesser men would kill and die for.
The moment I take those watches and escape, I’ll be closing a door behind me.
One that can never be reopened.
Am I relieved to think that?
Or terrified?
Varian and Gallus approach me. They look like they’re in a trance – like jungle cats fixated on their prey. The wind snatches at their togas, pulling the material taut and revealing their strong, muscled calves and finely formed legs.
Every inch of their magnificent bodies is pure white. On Deemak, all but the very richest have to work long hours in the blazing sun, until their skin turns a deep shade of brown. Pale skin is exotic, elusive and, desirable here.
These Aurelians are the personification of everything I’ve ever lusted over – everything I’ve ever craved…
…but once they taste me, if I let them, they’ll know instantly I’m not the succulent fruit they crave. That will be the closing of another door.
It seems there is no way forward, and no way back.
I look up at the towering Aurelians and ask: “Did you find what you were looking for?”
“Yes,” replies Gallus, and I know instantly he’s not talking about the paintings in his hands.
His slate-grey eyes are stern, cool – and yet, contradictorily, suddenly boiling with heat for me.
I somehow know he's imagining taking me right now – rutting me right here, beneath the blazing sun, all while the wind plays against our bodies and everybody else looks on.
I feel my nipples harden beneath the blue dress. I feel utterly foolish at how much the presence of these Aurelians affects me. It is so strange to be the object of their desire – especially when there are thirty other women all begging for their touch, and all within easy reach.
I may be the object of their desire…
…but I will not be the vessel for their passions.
Is that what will happen? I’ll refuse their advances, and instead they’ll take out all their frustrations on another of these willing wenches?
They lust for me, but it will be Sarah, or Kendra, or one of these other exotic beauties they empty their balls into. It’s like a slap in the face to both of us. I hate that I feel a pang of jealousy for these women, and yet I also feel sorry for them, knowing it must hurt to have a man physically fuck you, while fucking somebody else inside their head.
Ugh, men.
Oblivious to my thoughts, the Aurelians display their prize.
“Three original paintings. Our collection will be much enhanced,” Varian says dryly, in his cold tone. Yet now, even his coldness can’t hide his desire. The aloof, arrogant alien is hungry for me. It scares me…
…and excites me.
What would it be like, to fully surrender to him? To them? To let go, and let them have exactly what they want?
Heavy footsteps sound behind me. I turn, and find Cyrus looking down at me with his eyebrows raised. “You dress as though you wish to join our harem, Mia.”
Color warms to my cheeks. I instantly feel so stupid for letting Sarah do this to me. I'm sending mixed signals to these gorgeous alien men – and given what I’m here to do, that’s like playing with fire.
"I won't be a freeloader here,” I murmur, trying
