“And I was used to being the pretty one,” he scoffs, rubbing the scar across his head.
I step up on my tippy toes to kiss Otho’s scar.
“You’ll always be the pretty one.” Then, I turn to the hallway. “Now, I’m going to go to the bedroom to relax while you guys take me…”
The words ‘take me’ linger like an invitation in the air.
“…wherever you’re going to take me.”
I walk into the bedroom of the Reaver, which is small. This isn’t a barebones attack ship, but it’s not a pleasure cruiser, either – and it’s not used to housing more than a single triad of Aurelians and maybe a few prisoners.
I stare out through the viewport – gazing out across endless, empty space.
While these quarters may be cramped for an Aurelian, they’re immense for somebody like me – of human proportions. I flop out onto the big, Aurelian-sized bed and instantly fall asleep.
After a few hours, I awaken to see a huge, white space station approaching in the viewport. I have no idea what it is, or where we are.
We eventually dock at the mysterious station, and Otho comes to the door to collect me.
“We’re here,” he says, offering me a sly grin.
“And where exactly is here?”
He laughs and steps into the room, throwing me playfully over his shoulder. I giggle as he lifts me up so effortlessly – carrying me out of the Reaver and into the private docking bay of what appears to be one of the luxurious lodgings on this enormous, gleaming space station.
Otho carries me through a set of huge, sliding doors into a massive hotel room – one that’s even bigger than their penthouse on Marn.
Brennan winks at me. “They unfroze our accounts – we can live like civilized creatures again.”
Immensely wealthy creatures, I think. This hotel suite is beyond the means of all but those as wealthy as my father is set to become.
Otho sets me down on the bed.
“It’s beautiful in here,” I grin.
He laughs. “You haven’t seen anything – yet.”
Suddenly, the Orb-Ring on my finger blinks. My heart pounds. The time-lock is finally lifted.
But, if I take this ring off, these men won’t be joking and laughing with me any longer. They’ve so far held back their mating rage – but they won’t be able to hold it back when the Bond sets in.
I remember the cruelty lurking in Brennan’s mind – am I ready for that? For this?
Nevertheless, I press the little button on the Orb-Ring, and mercifully pull it off – throwing it across the hotel suite with disgust.
Instantly, the three auras of my Bonded triad flood my mind.
There’s no more laughter or jokes – no more light-hearted quips. The three men instantly change as they feel my aura within their minds again - and I change just as instantly as I feel theirs.
They flood me with their aura – their masculinity and power. Meanwhile, the influence of the Bond – which had been dormant for only days – suddenly comes back with a vengeance.
It thrums so hard that I fall to my knees on the bed, losing my balance.
I’m suddenly overwhelmed with a burning need for my triad. Brennan’s face hardens as he senses my reaction, and I feel the corrupting sadism in the base of his being blossom anew.
He strides forward, grabbing me by the base of my hair and hauling me to my feet.
“You’re mine now, pet,” he snarls, his endless eyes black and full.
I fall into them. I can’t sense anything but his hypnotic gaze. He has me paralyzed in place, unable to move – and I love it.
I chose this – and now, I will reap what I sowed.
Brennan forces my head up, making me stare into his eyes.
“Now, you’ll see why I chose this hotel. It has a pleasure room.”
His voice is half-growl by the end of that sentence, his aura devolving into that of an animal. He’s fighting off the mating rage – the urge that tells him to rip my clothes off and fuck me right there on the bedroom floor.
But he wants to wait. He wants to fully taste the pleasure of dominating me.
I’m ready for it.
It scares me, but I crave to feel the full cruelty that this alien warrior is capable of. His grip on my hair tightens, and he pulls me behind him. The pain of being yanked so cruelly by my hair is instantly transformed into anticipation by the power of the Bond. In fact, the more aggressively he treats me, the more I want it.
Brennan pulls me in front of a huge set of black doors, which Otho and Lazar eagerly open.
A huge room stretches before me. It’s completely empty – or, so I think.
Brennan releases my hair and presses his hand against my back, shoving me forward. I stumble into the room, wondering what secrets it holds. I’ve heard rumors of the Aurelian pleasure chambers before, but I don’t know what they’re capable of – and On Aurelians neglected to include a chapter about them.
“What is this place?”
I turn to face the three huge alien warriors. Their clothing is tight against their muscles, but they might as well be naked because of how perfectly I’ve memorized the taut perfection that awaits me beneath their clothes.
I’m almost drooling at this point – just imagining what they’re about to do to me. Their auras are boiling up with desire as they step into the room.
The door closes behind us, shutting without a touch. I don’t know where the light is coming from, but somehow the three men of my triad are now lit by a warm, arousing glow.
The floor has a give to it that unsettles me. Each step feels like I might fall right through it – or, as if the material might stretch out and grab at me – like it’s something alive.
“This is a pleasure room,” Brennan explains. We’ll have one designed in our home – the one that we’ll build together. Do
