I need to remember the circumstances of how we met.
I was stolen from my home.
I was an innocent, sheltered virgin when these aliens carried me down the stairs into this basement. In all the years prior to that fateful night, I’d never even had a real boyfriend before, much less any physical experience with one.
And then, just as abruptly, I was fucked mercilessly by all three of those huge, dominant aliens. It changed every aspect of me instantly. It awoke – and that’s even before the Bond took effect.
Now, my psyche hasn’t just been altered by our mating; but the trajectory of my future has as well. Now, for better or for worse, I’m linked to these three towering aliens forever.
This all happened way too quickly. I couldn’t have been expected to handle it correctly. I was overwhelmed, and only now am I understanding the consequences.
I should feel sick, but I don’t – just stressed and anxious.
My gut is what worries me the most.
It tells me that everything is going to be okay.
You’d think that would reassure me – that I’d ‘trust my gut’ as all those anti-kidnapping videos had urged, when my father had prepared me for an eventuality like this.
But nothing could have prepared me for this – and my mind rebels against the gut’s audacity to think that ‘everything is going to be okay.’
Nothing is okay! My mind knows with chilling certainty that nothing can ever be okay again.
All my life, I’ve lived trapped behind huge, stone walls. Now, I’m not just thrown into a universe I can barely understand, but I’m now linked to these three, dominant, possessive aliens.
I’m not truly free. I exchanged the walls of my father’s estate for the mental chains linking me to my Bonded triad.
They’ve trapped me in a different way than my father did. Now I’m linked to them, there’s no way for me to ever learn how I want to live – me, as an individual, without the desires of the Bond tainting my decisions.
I look over at Brennan, as he stands with his back to me. Brennan is a cold, ruthless leader – and it’s clear he makes the decisions around here. I’ll have to follow his example if I ever want this to turn out the way I want it to.
So – what will happen to us?
If I convince my father to call off the Aurelian Law Enforcement, and the triad turn themselves in voluntarily, they’ll face a massively reduced sentence; but still be sent away to a distant prison camp for at least two hundred years.
I’d be expected to remain waiting for them for ten times longer than I’ve currently been alive.
And if, by some miracle, I manage to somehow think of a solution to all this – some wild plan that will stop them from going to jail? Then, what happens?
Will they stare at me like I’m their savior? Like I’m the very reason for their existence?
“It will be okay.”
Lazar stands above me. The sun plays off his marble-skin, the pale whiteness gleaming so brilliantly in front of me. His words are telepathed calmly, but the taut intensity of his emotions flow through the Bond.
I can feel how smart he is. Lazar is the brains of the triad, and he’s the one that the other two go to for council, or to handle… delicate tasks like these.
Despite the evenness of his words, and the non-threatening approach toward me, I know Lazar still has the mating rage lurking beneath his surface. His aura still feels like spring – of verdant leaves and grass – but beneath the topsoil dig writhing roots that want to plant themselves firmly inside my mind.
It will be okay.
“How can you say that?” I demand. “When I first met you, I didn’t even know I’d be Bonded to you. I wasn’t ready for this!”
Lazer sits down in front of me. My legs are shaking, and if I wasn’t sitting on the duffel bag, I know my knees would give out beneath me.
Completely naked, Lazar sits cross-legged in front of me. His flaccid cock is still bigger than what a human might be endowed with. His cock is merely sleeping – and is always on the verge of waking up, just for me.
Lazar has no shame in his nakedness, or in making his desire for me obvious.
As we sit across from each other, Lazar opens his big nostrils and drinks in a lungful of air – of the scent of my freshly showered body. He drinks the smell of me in like nectar.
“When I first smelled you, Natali,” Lazar closes his eyes, savoring the taste of me, “when I caught your scent for the first time, I felt you might be the one… But, I couldn’t believe it for sure, not until it was confirmed for certain.”
He gulps.
“We didn’t ask for this either, Natali – but we consider it a blessing, not a curse.” He reaches out a huge hand. “Don’t be afraid, Natali. We’re yours, now – forever.”
We’re yours.
Brennan might be the designated leader of this triad, but now I have a power over all three of them.
They need me. I am their life’s purpose.
But I shake my head. I’m not ready for this responsibility.
“That’s what I’m scared of, Lazar,” I shrink my hand from his. “You three barely know me – and yet you’d instantly tell me that you’re mine? Like I own you? I didn’t ask for that, Lazar!”
The towering Aurelian’s face is serious. He looks at me with intense, green eyes.
Those eyes used to be slate-grey, like those of every other Aurelian. Seeing their vivid colors – a change I brought about in him – makes me nervous.
I have the power to literally change lives – most notably, my own.
Lazar nods, as if feeling my resolve harden.
“You didn’t ask for this,
