This time, at least, I’ll feel no such guilt at doing the same to the three Aurelian Law Enforcement agents who just snatched me from Spur’s joint. They should at least know better. I infiltrated that harem – I deceived those three Elites. These Law Enforcement officers? They know who I am, they know what I’m capable of, and they’re fully aware that their culture takes a hard line against any misconduct towards female prisoners.
If they slip up – as I fully intend to coax them into doing - it’ll be their own damn fault.
Suddenly, the door hisses open.
Kitos stands there, framed in the doorway again – practically filling it.
For a second, I think my plan might come to fruition more quickly and easily than even I could have anticipated. I half-expect him to lumber in here and just rip my clothes off – pressing me against the bed and taking me…
…but then I see that, instead of the panting, hungry lust he showed before, Kitos is now back and fully in control of his emotions and libido. His jaw is set and his eyes are stern.
“Be warned – I know your games, vixen.”
For a second I shiver. I know Aurelians possess the power of telepathic communication – between their Bonded battle-brothers at least – but Kitos’ sudden arrival and threatening words make me wonder for a moment if he could read my mind. Could he hear what I’d been silently plotting?
No… No, that’s ridiculous.
Even so, Kitos is keeping his distance from me – as if I’m a dangerous animal, and not a human female less than half the size he is.
For a second, I’m tempted to step forward and tease his body again…
…but, in truth, I’m intimidated by his cold, gruff words.
Kitos continues: “This is our ship. On our ship, you listen to my rules and my commands. You obey me, and my battle-brothers. We’re taking you back to Colossus. There, you’ll face justice. The letter of the law carries higher authority than the Gods on this ship – understand me?”
His cold, slate-grey eyes burn into me.
“Answer me!” Kitos demands.
“I-I understand,” I nod desperately, my voice a lot softer and less confident than I’d have liked it to sound.
Fuck. I wasn’t expecting the second-in-command of this triad to be quite so aggressive and self-certain. This isn’t going to be as easy as I’d imagined…
…or hoped.
Seeing my expression, Kitos nods. Then, he shuts the door behind him with a press of the button.
I shudder as I’m left alone. Yes – this Aurelian triad will be harder to tempt than I’d expected.
I take a deep breath in.
I’ve faced challenges before. They’re what keep life interesting.
My life has been interesting enough, thank you very much!
But I am going to make this alien commander lose his mind. I’m going to turn him and his battle-brothers into rutting beasts – desperate to take me, and willing to throw away everything they stand for and have achieved for a moment of pleasure.
I will seduce these beasts...
…because my freedom depends on it.
7
Kitos
My cock surges. My body is feverish with desire. I force myself to shut the door – to get myself away from her, even though every cell in my body is commanding me to return to Allie and make her mine.
I stagger away from the brig and take my place at the gunnery station instead – peering out into the vastness of space as our vessel flies ever upward.
Trying to keep my mind off Allie, I focus on scanning the ground below instead – looking for any sight of pursuit. I know there won't be any. Spur didn't seem like a proud man – just a businessman. The good thing about a businessman is that he’ll generally know when to accept a loss.
I try… and yet I fail to keep my mind from that tempting little minx in the punishment brig. As I sit at the gunnery station, I hear myself growl in frustration.
Gods-be-damned! I'm supposed to be the rational one of this triad! I'm supposed to be the one who can control his emotions…
So, why does every instinct in my body tell me to go back to that cell, rip Allie’s clothes from her tempting body, and just fuck her – until she eagerly moans out my name?
"Easy there."
It’s the reassuring voice of my leader, as he pilots us away from the planet below.
While I listen to his order, I know Daccia is hardly in control himself. I can feel the constant ache of lust through our Bond. The three of us are utterly lost. It's Allie’s fucking scent. She just smells... right.
We’re all trying to focus on our roles in this Reaver – and avoid distraction. For example, Daccia is ignoring the frantic, incoming messages from the planet down below – their security and border operatives demanding to know where we’re going in such a hurry.
Ha! If they want to question the presence of an Aurelian attack ship, they’re going to receive the wrong end of an Orb-Beam for their trouble. They lack the authority to question us – and the power to stop us.
To prove that point, our Reaver finally punches out of atmosphere.
Now we’re in the relative safety of space, I catch Hadrian striding down the hallway, fresh from the med-bay where the AI treated his punctured lung. An injury that could have killed him has been cured in mere minutes, thanks to our technology.
I turn in my seat and grab Hadrian’s arm as he passes.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Hadrian snarls: "To see her.”
I shake my head. Hadrian is the most impulsive of us three – and if he can’t control his lust, it’ll be up to Daccia and I to control
