Lazar’s mind erases all of those fears, and I feel reborn as I slam my hips back against him. For the first time in my life, I feel completely flawless – like the Goddess he views me as – and the moment I do, it’s as if I trigger his climax.
Lazar’s cock stiffens deep inside of me. My body is already overwhelmed with sensation, but the Bond thrums once again as Lazar’s seed fills me. I’m filled with a pure, golden bliss as another orgasm washes over my mind. It’s triggered the moment his hot, alien cum floods me; and my vision blurs and becomes green and hazy – until it instantly crystalizes and everything I see suddenly becomes so clear.
Lazar is spent. With a satisfied groan, he slowly pulls himself from me. I moan in disappointment, my legs shaking and my body trembling. Lazar catches me as I slump forward, gripping me and pulling me up against him.
Trembling, I look up into those gentle, light green eyes – rich and verdant with energetic cleverness.
My mind can’t process all this – what just happened.
So, I turn it off.
As simply as that.
I can feel their sated auras in my mind. These three warriors, who are now part of my psyche, feel sated… and yet, not.
No, they’re not sated – and I know instinctively why. It’s that I am not with their child – they haven’t fathered the first of their Aurelians sons in this act of mating.
The overwhelming sensation of the Bond slowly shrinks within my mind. It’s still there, but for now the urges and dark desires with it wait; barely increasing my natural urge to run my fingers against Lazar’s cock to try to make him hard again.
Lazar lifts me up against him. I can feel the seed of the three warriors dripping out of me. He doesn’t care – their hot cum is as his own.
My body trembles like a leaf as he carries me to one of the sleeping bags, gently pulling us both inside. As I’m wrapped in the warm material, I don’t want to think about anything. I can’t. I just allow myself to snuggle up against Lazar’s huge, broad chest. His heart pounds deep and strong, my ear pressed against his slab like muscle as I listen to it. My own heart races like that of a rabbit.
As I close my eyes, I just can’t believe what I’ve just done.
“What… What does this mean?”
A chill shivers over me. I gasp out. While I can barely think right now, I can feel the significance of what has just transpired. There’s no going back from this – we’re Bonded.
I’m not ready to process this decision – or the consequences of it. As if sensing my disease, Lazar shushes me softly, pulling me closer against him and stoking my hair. We’re both covered in sweat, and our bodies stick together; hot skin pressed together and our limbs intertwined.
Lazar holds me close.
“Relax, my sweet,” he whispers softly, and he channels his adoration through my mind, through the Bond we now share – seeping his reassurance into the deep cracks of worry and calming my racing mind.
I can’t think about what this all means – not right now. Instead, I close my eyes. I’ve never felt such exhaustion before, and I settle into it like open arms.
11
Brennan
I thought that finding my Fated Mate would be the end of my long struggles.
It’s proven to be only the beginning.
I look down at Lazar. His aura is calm; deep asleep and mixed with the now-shared aura of Natali.
I feel no jealousy that he’s the one who gets to hold her in his arms tonight. Lazar is an extension of me. We are a Bonded triad, and whatever is best for the three – no, the four of us – I embrace happily.
I do feel jealousy at his peaceful aura, though. My own aura is a mirror of how Otho feels. In my mind, his aura is tense – ready for war.
Because that’s what’s coming.
This changes everything.
And yet, this changes nothing.
The Aurelian Empire has been lenient against those who commit crimes in pursuit of their Fated Mate. Once the circumstances surrounding the choices we’ve made come to light, it’s possible the Aurelian Law Enforcement might recognize the purity of our motives; and we may not spend a thousand years in jail.
But I’d be foolish to think we won’t face some kind of punishment.
We kidnapped a human female, and we’ve claimed her while she’s our prisoner. These are high crimes in the eyes of Aurelian society.
Otho paces the room. There’s still a thin edge of desire beneath his aura. I feel the same. I ache to seed Natali again; even though it’s been just minutes since I emptied myself inside of her.
I know that each time we mate, the urge will grows stronger and stronger – until my mind is lost to the beastly drive to make Natali pregnant with my sons. I ache for her belly to swell with the first of our powerful offspring.
But there’s another need in me – something dark. Something that I’ve never felt before.
When Natali was being spanked, a twisted desire increased within me; growing with each helpless whimper uttered from her lips. I don’t know why I want it, but I ache to bring my hand down against her ass again, or to use the devilish toys of a pleasure room to give Natali a dose of delicious pain to serve alongside her ecstasy.
Maybe it’s the feeling of complete control I crave. I don’t know why it is – only that I’ve been a natural leader my entire life, and now I seek to control her.
But the burden of leadership carries with it responsibility – and I’ll temper the heat of my own desires to ensure I never do anything too harsh with my perfect, little
