…when they want to.
Daccia could jump forward right now. He could throw me against the wall and kiss me deeply and passionately. There’d be nothing I could do to stop him as he claimed my mouth with his, then ran those huge hands all over my body. I shudder as I realize that some part of me wants exactly that…
Don’t think about that now, Allie! You are beating these men! All because they can’t control their lust. Don’t let your own lust defeat you now!
Suddenly, I feel the Bond thrum inside my mind.
I gasp out loud. A dark, insistent need has suddenly started to strum inside me – like a harp string being twanged throughout my body.
Suddenly, I ache to get on my knees – to open my eager mouth and please Daccia. It’s just so hard to tell which are my own heated desires, and what’s driven by the Bond.
Because of my confusion, I fight back the need. I won’t let it win. I can’t let it win.
Daccia speaks – and his voice is such a low, deep growl that I feel it. That doesn’t help my heated desire for him.
“You must have questions,” the Aurelian murmurs.
I wince, squeezing my eyes tightly shut.
It’s so unfair that Daccia can feel how fucking turned on I am. Suddenly, all I can imagine is the alien’s strong, powerful body beneath those tight clothes he wears.
I gasp in frustration: “Does this so-called Bond give me any fucking relief?”
The laughs that comes out of Daccia’s mouth surprises me.
I open my eyes in shock. I didn’t expect the serious, proud alien to have a light-hearted bone in his body – and yet now he’s laughing.
“You’re not going to like the answer to that question,” Daccia smiles.
Fuck. What the hell does that mean? What have I gotten myself into?
“I think I deserve to know what the hell you three did to me.”
Daccia shakes his head slowly. “We didn’t do anything to you. We discovered something – something that already existed between us.”
He takes a deep breath.
“We’ve been Bonded from the day you were born, Allie. You’ve been fated to be with us from the first breath you drew – from the first beat of your heart. My triad – we were fated to be with you, too – hundreds of years before your parents were even born.”
My mind reels as he continues:
“All the bloodshed my triad has been through – our years of service to the Empire, and our career with Law Enforcement. It’s all been fate – drawing us to this moment for one purpose, and one purpose only.” His eyes widen. “To find you.”
Gods! That’s a big responsibility.
I didn’t ask to be the raison d’être for these three towering aliens. I didn’t ask to be their ‘purpose’…
…and I sure as hell don’t owe them anything!
“You didn’t answer my question,” I snap.
Daccia breathes in deeply. “The Bond will continue to grow, Allie. It will continue to fill you with the urge to be with us, until you’re finally pregnant with one of our sons.”
I gulp.
Now, that’s bad news. Bad news…
…and yet, good news.
The bad news is that – as pissed as I am with these three gorgeous aliens – I can’t deny my attraction to them. I can’t pretend that I don’t want Daccia to reach across the bed right now – to throw me down across the sheets and just fuck me – deep, and hard, and relentlessly.
I might still be sore – but even now I want him. At some instinctual level – one that’s being magnified to some incredible extreme – I crave him.
Gods! It’s been less than hour since these Aurelian warriors claimed me – driving me to the most intense orgasms of my life – and already I want them again. This Bond – it’s like talking a hit of the most potent drug in creation. Fuck, I’m already in withdrawal from it – and that’s even without the Bond urging me forward.
But there is good news.
The good news is that I’m not pregnant. That much I know, from what Daccia was telling me.
If I was pregnant – if one of those gorgeous, well-hung bastards had knocked me up earlier – I’d already feel it. I’d already have some Gods-damned relief by now.
Daccia sees the torment on my face, and he feels it through our Bond.
“Allie,” he murmurs. “Sit down. There’s still so much for you to learn.”
I nod. “Maybe that’s a good idea…” Then, my cheeks redden. “But, ahem… maybe not on the bed.” I’m shocked at how hot my cheeks feel.
Gods - I’ve dealt with cringy, predatory men for the last few years while I survived on that crime-ridden planet these Aurelians took me from. After all their clumsy advances and crude propositions, I didn’t think I’d ever blush again. I didn’t think there was a single man in this universe who could make me feel that innocent, giggling feeling of embarrassment again. I’m so used to shame, self-loathing, disgust...
Gods! These damned aliens are making me feel like an innocent girl again!
“Come with me,” Daccia says – and it’s a suggestion, not an order.
I feel the calm reassurance through our Bond, so I follow the Aurelian out of the bedroom. He leads me down the corridor, to a chamber I assume is the mess hall.
Daccia is playing it cool – trying to reassure me by controlling that seething, bubbling lust beneath his marble exterior.
I don’t have that power. Even as he walks in front of me, I can’t help but focus on the great view of his taut buns. I’d never really thought of men’s backsides as attractive before – not until I had Daccia’s pert ass in front of me, looking like you could bounce a credit-token off it.
But his body isn’t a distraction.
In my mind, I’m already thinking over the schematics of the ship I’m in. This is a prisoner transport-outfitted Reaver, much larger than the standard warships of the Aurelian Empire.
I’ve researched the designs of
