The three men…
…and the Bond that links me to them.
Oh, Gods! It's grown stronger! So much stronger. I guess every time we mate, we’ll all be linked even deeper together.
From behind us, Torelli steps onto the stage from a back entrance. I wrap my pleasure dress around me, hiding from his cold gaze.
"You did very well. I've never seen such a fucking! There's nothing more beautiful than watching Aurelians with human females. Mmm, those lucky little sluts that will soon be joining your harem."
Daccia’s aura is still a hard, stable line in my mind. He didn’t lose himself in the coupling. His sense of duty to me is greater than even his need to seed and claim his mate.
“The women,” Daccia snarls, zipping up his pants. “We want to see them. A deal is a deal.”
"Of course – and you'll be getting a very good price. I apologize for the necessity of that... spectacle. However, my gut told me you three were Law Enforcement agents. I've never been wrong before - never in my whole fucking life have my instincts ever been off.”
Torelli narrows his eyes.
“Otherwise, none of this would have been necessary."
"Necessary – but it was also a pleasure," says Kitos, and he gives me a firm spank on my sore ass. I bite my lip as arousal floods through me. The Bond creates a pure, sensual torture that I know is only going to grow inside me unless I can get control of it.
"I've assembled the best women..." Torelli begins.
"No!" Hadrian interrupts.
Torelli blinks – shocked at the force of Hadrian’s outburst.
"We want to see all of the women,” Hadrian snarls. “We choose which are best.”
All of the women. Every last one.
If my sister is among the women of this horror-house, I’ll spot her instantly – and we’ll bring her home.
Please, Gods! Please – bring her back to me.
22
Hadrian
I’m still pen up with rage. Fucking Allie turns me into a beast. Even after sating myself deep inside her perfect cunt, I still want more of her. I can feel the Bond throbbing between us – stronger now even than before.
It means she’s not yet seeded with my son. She will bear them for me – an army of strong, powerful Aurelians who’ll lead my race to greatness. No longer will we die out. No longer will we make imperfect copies of ourselves in the cryo-chambers. Allie is our future – our meaning, our purpose, and our everything.
We have been dishonored – but our many sons will not bear our shame.
All I have to do is get Allie out of The Rhino safely. I pray her sister is in the ranks of the girls we’re about to see – but, either way, we’re getting Allie off this planet soon enough; in a fresh, fully functioning Reaver. We’ll be getting away from the Aurelian Empire entirely, including the Law Enforcement agents who will soon be on our heels.
Torelli leads us off the stage and down a darkened hallway. At the end of it, he throws open a door to another room – where droves of women are gathered, all offering themselves to us.
There are at least a hundred women gathered here, each in a various state of undress. None have their breasts covered. However, I feel nothing…
Torelli might as well be showing me a collection of couches or tables to choose from – not nubile, fertile female flesh.
But while these women would have been beautiful to me a month ago, that was before I’d ever received the case file for Allie. That was before I’d seen her in the flesh.
Before I’d sunk my cock deep inside of her – and become Bonded to her for eternity.
Now, now other woman catches my eye. None. Only Allie holds any interest to me.
It takes only a moment to scan every face in this room, and to confirm that her sister isn’t here.
I feel the raw, angry disappointment surging through the Bond from Allie. Her hopes have been dashed.
I know she’ll never feel whole again – not until she finds the truth of what happened to her sister. I’ll do whatever I can to heal her of that trauma – to find any and all traces of where her sister might have been taken, and what ultimately happened to her.
Daccia sweeps his head left and right, pretending to be interested.
“This is a good crop,” he tells Torelli, “but when I said ‘serious business’, I meant serious business. I don't want to buy just a few girls."
Torelli's eyes narrow, but he isn't nervous. I know he has countless hidden weapons and guns all over this place.
No, he’s plotting.
"Go on," the Aurelian says – but it’s obvious he's not happy. He’s gone from thinking we were Aurelian agents to thinking we were going to buy a whole crop of women. Now, he doesn’t know what to think.
"I want to get involved in the trade,” Daccia murmurs. “I hear you can make a fortune working with the pirate crews.” He turns to Torelli. “We want to join your existing outfits. How much can you make per head?"
Torelli’s eyes widen as he considers the question.
"First,” he eventually growls, “you come in here saying you want to buy girls. Now you're saying you want to sell them. Which is it?"
Daccia shrugs. "I'll be honest – these are all fine-looking women, but none of them do it for me. I have a... type.” He gestures towards me and Kitos. “…as do my triad. We're specifically looking for girls who look just like her."
Then Daccia motions towards Allie.
"If you don't have any, we're going to have to find some more. But what would we do with all the others? I'd rather have an outlet for sale – so we can move the merchandise we don’t want. Girls, and men – even labor workers for the mines and factories."
"Alright,” Torelli nods. “I understand what you mean. We can talk specifics in my office."
Daccia laughs. "…and here’s a racket
