My heart is pounding. My breath is ragged. Butterflies churn in my stomach, and I can feel my pulse between my thighs
As much as I hate it, I ache for something I don’t understand – something I hate that I want.
… it is believed that the Bond draws out the deepest desires of the affected parties…
The line from my most-read book resounds in my mind. I fear there are dark things lurking in the recesses of my own mind – and I’m defenseless against them while in the captivity of these alien warriors.
I hate that the glare of the leader of the Aurelians is making me feel like this – drawing these desires out in me.
“Fuck you.”
I don’t mean them – but the words of defiance give me a sense of control.
The Aurelian’s neck twitches – and then he blurs in front of me…
I don’t know how he moves so fast, but one second the Aurelian is merely staring me down – and the next, he’s somehow crossed the room and scooped me up. I scream in protest as the towering warrior throws me over his shoulder. Before I can utter another word of protest, his hand comes crashing down across my ass – landing with a crack like a gunshot.
My ass is covered only by my thin sleeping gown – and I instantly gasp out in shock and shame.
“Stop!” I yell, but instead, the Aurelian slaps my ass twice more in quick succession. The crack of his hand against my bottom fills the room. I’ve never felt such intense humiliation before.
Then, he finally puts me back down on the bed. My mouth hangs open, and my cheeks are flushed red.
“That was a warning,” the Aurelian looms over me. “Keep a civil tongue in your mouth – because next time, I won’t be gentle.”
That was gentle?
I look up, and I shudder. It’s not just me who was affected by that impromptu spanking.
The Aurelian towers over me, and his voice is raw and gasping.
My eyes drop to the hardening rod swelling out the front of his pants. The alien bastard got turned on by spanking me!
The pulse quickens between my thighs. My stomach churns.
I’ve never seen a hard cock in the flesh before – and now, all that separates me from the huge, monstrous thing in this Aurelian’s pants is his self-restraint. I can tell that restraint is as strained as the fabric of his pants.
I crawl under the blankets, too shocked to say anything. At any second, I know he could snap.
I’ve read about the mating rage of the Aurelians – you’d better believe I’ve read about it, often late at night with all but my bedside light on.
This beastly Aurelian is clearly on the verge of losing control – of ripping my thin nightshirt off and claiming me. I can’t help but imagine how helpless I’d feel beneath his huge, muscular body – how he’d press himself down against me, his rasping voice panting in my ear as he grunts and growls in his lust-fueled rage.
I’m so ashamed. My nipples harden treacherously, heat rising between my legs.
“Tell me you’ll be civil.”
Oblivious to my own rising heat, the Aurelian utters that order in a flat tone of voice. He’s regaining control of himself now that I’m hidden beneath the bedsheets. His breathing thankfully slows.
“I-I will,” I stammer. “I’ll be civil.”
“Sir.”
The Aurelian’s voice is dull, but his eyes are burning with hunger.
“I’ll be civil, sir,” I say, looking down – unable to meet his eyes.
For a second, the Aurelian just stares at me hungrily. Then, he abruptly turns and leaves – closing the door to the bedroom behind him.
Suddenly, I’m all alone – a prisoner in an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar thoughts welling up in my flustered, confused mind.
I can still feel the sting of that Aurelian’s hand on my rump. I can still feel the burn of shame in my mind at the way my body reacted to the humiliation. I hate that this alien stranger has such an instant and powerful effect on me. Somehow, feeling so powerless – so helpless as he punished me – made me ache for more.
I squirm with shame. I can’t control it. It’s like some dark secret I’ve been holding onto my entire life, and now I’m on the verge of blurting it out and finally getting it off my conscience.
I force myself to focus. I force myself to ignore my captor.
And then, to my surprise, a smile comes to my face.
No matter how helpless this situation feels, relief floods over me.
Gerard is alive!
That’s the most important thing.
Secondly, I need a plan.
I need to think practically. I’m trapped in this luxurious, penthouse bedroom, and my mind is the only tool I have. The last fifteen minutes has been tumultuous – and so there’s no more time to waste.
I throw back the sheets and clamber out of bed, looking for something – anything – to throw against the window. If I can crack it, or break it, surely the hotel security systems will activate and the staff will be forced to investigate. Maybe I can use such an investigation as an opportunity to escape.
I grab a lamp and pull my arm back…
…and then, the bedroom door opens, and I choke back a scream.
The Aurelian is back.
Gods, perhaps he couldn’t resist his urges after all!
The mating rage must have taken the leader of the Aurelians over completely. He stands there in the doorway, and his cock strains against his pants like a steel rod.
I’m paralyzed, standing by the window with my hand drawn back – about to throw the bedside lamp at the gleaming, glass windows.
Instead, the lamp falls from my hand and shatters against the tile floor.
I try to run – but there’s nowhere to go.
The leader of the Aurelians swoops across the
