All I can picture is the three of them mounting me, overpowering me, taking me. I want it so badly. The thought of pleasuring these three men turns me on like wildfire; but mostly I ache to feel the Bond again. I wish I could rip the ring from my finger and fully submit to them.
Brennan presses his dick against my mouth, and I open my lips wide, letting him own me. It doesn’t take long for my eager lips to coax Brennan over the edge – and the moment he does, as if they feel the same surge of pleasure through the Bond, all three of my gorgeous, alien lovers cum at once; releasing their seed at the same time – torrents of hot cum splashing over me.
When they’re finally sated, Brennan pulls me up from my feet. He’s gasping with exertion. All three of them deserved their release after all the emotional stress I’ve put them through.
“How much longer till that thing comes off?”
I wipe my lips, tasting their delicious, salty seed on them.
“Sixteen hours,” I murmur – and I’m counting each and every minute. Fifteen hours, fifty-five minutes, and ten seconds is the actual count; and I’m astonished at how my Bond-enhanced mind is somehow able to keep perfect track of it.
Brennan smiles. “I know exactly where I’m taking you the second that thing is off.”
I stand there, covered in their cum, with it dripping down my naked body – and he’s already promising even more debauched pleasure soon.
I can’t wait for it.
Brennan’s face then turns serious.
“Take a shower. We need to talk.”
He points down the hallway of the Reaver, towards the ship’s bathroom. I take a quick shower there, wondering what made the leader of my triad turn so serious all of a sudden.
When I’ve finally cleaned their cum from my body, I dry myself off – reluctantly covering myself with a towel and walking back to the three men in some semblance of modesty.
Brennan faces me.
“Aurelians have no family,” he states. “We’re all born from cloning bays. However, it shouldn’t be this way.” The towering Aurelian’s face grows softer. “Your father may have wronged you, Natali – but he’s still your blood.”
I didn’t want to think about the rift I’ve caused between myself and my only living relative.
“I… I told a court that he was my jailer. I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me.”
“If you can get him to meet with us, I can make this work.”
I shake my head quickly. That’s a terrible idea. My father wants to put a bullet in Brennan’s head, not shake his hand.
“You’re the last person in the universe he wants to see right now.”
Brennan looks behind me, thinking silently.
Eventually, he murmurs: “Maybe – but I’m the first person he needs to see. I’ve done deals in the past when the other party has hated me. I know I can make this work.”
“This isn’t some business deal,” I counter. “You can’t break his arms to make things go your way. This is my father, and his dreams for the future have been crushed. How could you possibly make things right?”
If Brennan is annoyed at the cheap shot I’d just taken at him – bringing up his violent past – he doesn’t show it. I wish I could sense his aura – his, and the auras of Lazar and Otho. They’re watching silently, letting us debate.
“His dream can still happen,” Brennan promises me. “He wanted you to be the head of his business. He wanted you to lead your family into prosperity.”
“He’ll never trust me! Not after what I’ve done to him! Not after I chose you three over my home.”
Brennan walks up to me, and takes my hand in his. He stares down at me with his endless, swirling, galaxy-tinted eyes.
“We trusted you when you needed to speak with your father – and you got us off the charges we faced, which would have imprisoned us forever. Trust me when I say that if you can get me a meeting with your father, I can make things right.”
I want to believe him. I want to think my father can look at me again without suspicion and hurt. I truly wish that Brennan could make this right, but I just can’t see a way forward.
But if I’m going to live a life with these Aurelians, then I’m going to need to believe in them.
I nod, and Brennan releases my hand.
I grab my grey dress from the floor and bring it back with me to the bathroom – where I change and get fixed up with what scant toiletries the Aurelians have in this battleship bathroom.
It’s important, though – I can’t have any trace of what I’ve just done on me if we’re going to make a holo-vid call to my father.
Finally, I leave the bathroom, walking back to the cockpit. Brennan stands there looking at me – as if silently asking if I’m ready. I nod.
Lazar presses a button on his panel.
“Open comms link – Mr. Carani.”
The AI system that helps control the alien starship blinks, and a moment later the comms link opens.
The light blinks three times before it’s answered. When his face appears on screen, my father looks haggard and angry. He searches the video feed, searching for my face.
“Bring me my Gods-damned daughter back!”
Brennan pauses.
“She’s safe, Mr. Carani. Now – I need to meet with you. Tomorrow morning. At your estate.”
The estate. The one place my father could easily mount an ambush. When I saw the look in his eye back in the courtroom, I knew he would be capable of it.
My father’s always been controlling, but I was never one to fight his wishes before. That’s why I’d never realized just how aggressive he could be – not until I’d tried to leave.
Now, he wants to hold onto me and his dreams – to cling to the future he had planned, no matter the cost.
I blink as my father’s face sticks
