“The Bond. It has that… Oh, Gods!”
Lazar snarls, his face contorting. I can feel in his aura that the mating rage is building up inside of him. He tenses his fists, overcoming it – for the moment.
“It’s more powerful than I’ve ever experienced!” I watch and Lazar’s hands clasp the rocks beside him. He’s barely restraining himself. “Please, Natali – please leave.”
Another wave of lust overwhelms us at the exact same time. I lean forward, my mouth watering for that huge dick, wanting to taste his seed and feel him explode in my mouth. All I want to do is to crawl across to him and sate his needs.
It takes all my focus – all my willpower – but I successfully push down the desire. I’ve managed to fight off the Bond.
I will not lose myself to it. I’ll not let my mind be addled by the influence of something as powerful as the Bond. If I let it control me, I’ll lose myself to it. I’ll even convince Brennan to steal me away – to go Rogue, and to ride off into the sunset with me.
Gods – but Lazar is so fucking delicious. Every line of his perfect, naked body. Every vein on his swelling cock. He’s not dominant like Brennan is. He lacks that edge of sadism to him – but emanates a different kind of power and intensity. That dominant, powerful force is building up inside of him. Lazar stands, and I can feel that he’s on the brink of losing control – of grabbing my hair and forcing my mouth down onto his stiffening cock.
I ache for it.
Me.
Not the Bond, but me.
The Bond might be making these feelings more intense, but these are nevertheless my desires. The things that I want – not the Bond, but me – are terrifying. That sadistic part of Brennan turns me on like I can’t believe. I want him to lose himself to it – I want to feel what it’s like to experience the complete surrender of everything I am; and surrender myself to this triad of warrior gods.
But I shake my head, forcing off my lust.
Lazar holds back, too – his hands balled into fists.
“Leave,” he gasps, and I know he can’t control himself much longer.
“Thank you,” I murmur, but I can feel the torrents of lust threatening to corrupt my words. If the sexual tension between us gets even an iota more intense, Lazar’s going to snap and take me again – right over the duffel bags, hard and forcefully.
I can feel the auras of Brennan and Otho growing more focused in their need for me, too. They can feel what is happening to Lazar, and I suddenly expect them to come rushing down the stairs to join him, and mate with me again.
I stagger to my feet, running away from Lazar and his beautiful cock.
My feet patter against the ground as I somehow manage to force down the overwhelming urges of the Bond. At least I know it can be held back – for now.
I get to the top of the stairs. Otho and Brennan are nowhere to be seen. They must have realized that they wouldn’t have been able to fight off the primal need of the Bond, either – and they pulled themselves far from the temptation.
I clatter up the stairs and emerge into the smoggy sunshine.
Just as Lazar promised, the Reaver stands waiting for me in front.
The doors are open – and I know they open back to my old life.
There’s one last chance, though, before I make this move. I could beg the Aurelians to take me away. I know how stupid it would be to start a new life on the run, with three virtual strangers, but I could do it if I wanted to.
I know I could make Brennan snap – and once he takes me off this world, there’d be no going back. They’d be labeled as Rogue, and hunted down for all eternity.
That could be my fate, if I so desired it. All I’d have to do is tell him I won’t wait for him – that the Bond is not enough, and that if he wants me, he needs to go with me now.
Then, I’d be on a crazy adventure with three men I don’t know.
There’s only one thing I do know about them – that they’re utterly devoted to me, and they will be for the rest of their incredibly-long lives.
That devotion scares me. Is it because they care about me? Or is it just that I’m the only one who can bring meaning to their lives? These three men have spent centuries devoted to their Empire. That’s all they’ve ever known or cared about. I might just be a continuation of their goal of protecting the Empire. I’m not their love, or their Goddess – but just breeding chattel. A way for the Aurelians to continue their species and make their Empire stronger.
Would they even love our sons?
Are they even capable of that? Or, would they just view them as tools? Servants for the Empire.
I need to think. I need to be away from them.
I step through the doors of the Reaver and into the coolness of the Aurelian war-machine. The doors hiss closed behind me. They cut me off from the three men, yet I feel no respite in the intensity of our Bond.
I grab onto the railings as the Reaver takes off. As my stomach falls away, I also have the strange feeling I might never see them again.
As I finally leave this abandoned, industrial wasteland, I feel the auras of the three warriors grow fainter in my mind. The distance between us is putting a rift between us.
“I trust you,” comes Lazar’s voice, but it’s fainter now, and I know the other two can’t hear
