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“I’m going to eat you up, Aubrey,” I say, and though she can’t understand my words, her legs tense up at the mere tone of my voice. She aches for what I’m offering, but she’s ashamed at how badly she wants me.

How badly she wantsus.

Nearing our home, I pick up the pace – rushing forward, mountain cats be damned. The sun is slowly setting, and I know what that means. Thebeastwill come out then; the winged demon that has terrorized my tribe for as long as we’ve existed. I propel myself up the mountainside, rather risking an attack by mountain lions than the risk ofthatthing attacking us; especially when I have such precious cargo squirming on my shoulders.

But I’m not afraid. Not of the lions, or even the beast. The only fear I have in my mind is that our mate will refuse us.

It is a rare thing, but the tribe has no respect for those who are rejected by their fated mates. Forcing the coupling is the greatest sin in our society – for children born of a forced coupling are twisted and changed; the Scorp blood too strong in their veins. They become wild and uncontrolled – violent not just to protect the tribe, but violent to members of the tribe itself. Thankfully, it is incredibly rare for a forced coupling to produce an heir – and an Aurelian could force himself upon a woman a thousand times and never sire a twisted, brutal son.

I will not think of such things. Imusthave her. I can taste her arousal already.

She willnotrefuse us, I am certain of it.

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As we near the summit, the air thins and grows cool. We stop in front of a huge boulder and Brigg sets me down lightly.

The biceps of the three men bulge as they all work together to pull the boulder aside. It must weigh a ton – but they strain, and their veins pop as they roll it sideways. I step forward to help them, but realize how foolish I would feel trying to add my tiny strength to the struggles of these three, seven-feet-tall warriors.

They soon push the boulder aside a couple of feet, allowing us to walk through and into the cavern beyond.

I pause, biting my lip. I know what’s going to happen in those caves. I don’t need to speak their language to know what their bodies want. They aren’t shy about their hard, throbbing cocks.

If I go into that cave, there’ll be no stopping them. As delicious as the warrior men are – and regardless of whether they’re a fantasy, a delusion, or even unbelievablyreal– I know I can feel pain.

And those three huge, throbbing spears of flesh they have tenting out their loincloths? When they get into the throes of passion, I doubt they’ll be gentle. I might not be able to walk for days if I let them take me. Hell, I might not evensurvivesuch a passionate mating!

Still, the sun is setting – and I don’t relish the idea of being outside at night, all alone in this dangerous alien world.

I tremble, my body aching to follow them. Everything feels sorealon this planet – from the heat between my legs to the hard, aching buds of my nipples; which are justbeggingfor these men to pinch and tease them.

As if reading my mind, Stryker looks back, smiling welcomingly – his hair cascading down his shoulders as he beckons me to enter their cave.

I’m still making my decision when a sound like nothing I’ve ever heard before screams out behind me.

It’s not human. It’s not even animal.

It’s purehatred.

Stryker jumps out of the cavern and grabs my arm, yanking me inside. There’s true fear in his eyes for the slightest moment, and I’m terrified that something in this jungle world could make even such a powerful warrior as him nervous. He pulls me in against his body, and I gasp at how small and vulnerable he makes me feel. I’m so tiny next to Stryker, and the only thing stopping him from pushing me against the wall and having his way with me is his own decency. There would be nothingIcould do to stop him.

The three warriors push the boulder back into place – the light of the outside world disappearing.

For a moment, the tunnel is flooded in darkness, and my heart pounds in the fear of the unknown. Then I hear the rasp of metal on rock; the sound of flint and tinder that I remember from visiting the colonial village museum as a child.

A flaming torch suddenly lights the tunnel. I motion frantically for them to leave me room to get out if I need to. There’s no chance for me to be able to push the boulder myself – and I don’t relish the thought of being completely unable to leave.

The three towering men talk in their language, and finally they push the boulder aside just wide enough that I could squeeze through.

Haleon holds the torch high, and the shadows dancing on his face make his masculine jawline and strong features almost beautiful.

They aregorgeous.All three of them. Their marble skin, green veins, and tribal tattoos only make them look more exotic – but at their core they are pure bad-boys; the kind of men who, back on Earth, would play football, star in movies, or justexistand be showered in praise and female attention wherever they went.

And all three of them are staring atmelike I’m the most beautiful creature they’ve ever seen.

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