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I throw a couple of furs and toss them to my triad, who nod their thanks and settle into sleeping positions; curled up like mighty lions.

I, however, will not leave Audrey’s side. I will face my need – even though every instinct in my body tells me to take herhard. Though it is a pure torment to be so near to my fertile, beautiful mate – who is so obviouslydrippingwith need – I will face the agony of denial just for the reward of being close to her.

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Aubrey

Oh, Fuck.

Haleon and Brigg are on the other side of the cave, as if my refusal to let them fuck me was so painful they can’t even bear to be near me.

It doesn’t feel like they’reupsetwith me that I refused them. Instead, it feels like they’re upset with themselves; like they blame themselves for the difficult choice I made.

But while I have a nag of guilt, their absence gives me some relief.

Stryker, though? Stryker gives me no such respite. He lays down behind me, on the other side of the blankets, and spoons me. Stryker wraps his huge arms around me and pulls me close. His massive, throbbing dick is as hard as a fucking rock, standing straight up against his body as it presses against my buttocks. I try not to wriggle or shift, which would only excite him further – but being so near to this huge, virile man is stoking the fires of my agonizingneed.

I want desperately to press my ass against him – to signal to him that Iwanthim… But Ihaveto struggle to control my mind.

Think, Aubrey! Think!

I bite my lip, focusing – trying to find another angle to this situation. A third possibility sprouts in my mind:

Maybe I’m not crazy. Maybe I went into that alley and got mugged, or slipped and fell on a patch of ice. Maybe… Maybe I’m just in a coma right now, with tubes in me, surrounded by doctors.

If that’s true… How do I wake up?

I reason through it. I know my history of panic attacks, and I have the scars on my uppers thighs that are a constant reminder that I’m not…normal.

As much as I like this third theory – since it takes responsibility for my hallucination away from me – I reluctantly admit that it’s much more probable that the betrayal by my fiancé caused these visual hallucinations, as part of a complete breakdown of my mental faculties. I’m merely conjuring up the gorgeous alien whose arms are wrapped tightly around me right now.

As warm, and heavy, and comforting as those arms are – I have to accept the possibility, orprobability, that this bizarre situation is all in my head.

My eyes roll back in frustration as Stryker’s huge dick presses against my ass – throbbing ever harder. Stryker pulls me even tighter against his broad chest, enveloping me like a big, muscular blanket. Across the cavern, Haleon and Brigg are snoring softly now; easily able to sleep on a single fur.

Stryker’s cock, pressing relentlessly against my ass, certainlyfeelsreal. I can only imagine what it will feel like stretching me to the absolute limit when he finally takes me hard.

What do people in the movies do to get out of a coma? They go… They go to the light, right? Shit, or is that dying? Fuck! Didn’t I watch an episode of House once where there was a coma patient?

I snort. I’m grasping at straws, desperate for anything to distract me from the steel rod that’s pressing against my ass. Stryker is slowly falling asleep, but his cock is still wide awake.

The portal. Did it close behind me?

I wrack my brain. In the excitement and terror of being abducted by these three sexy aliens, I didn’t check to see if the rippling portal they’d stepped through had closed up after we’d arrived here. I have no memory of it closing, though – so it’s possible that it’s still there.

If this is real life, the portal is the only way back. And, if this is a coma – or my mind is torturing me – the portal must be symbolic. I need to get to it if I want to get back to Earth. To reality.

I look over at Haleon and Brigg – the two warrior’s huge, bulky bodies barely visible in the darkness of the cavern. The only light comes from a tiny, luminescent crop of algae on the wall – one I know the warriors must have let grow there on purpose, to serve as a nightlight.

I swallow hard. One thing’s for certain:

The warriors took me through the portal to bring me here. They won’t let me go back to New York.

New York. My memory of the lively city suddenly feels so dull and grey, now that I’ve experienced… Wherever the hell I am now.

I shift, pulling out my phone. Of course, there’s no service – but what’s truly shocking is that there aren’t a dozen new emails to respond to. I turn my phone off to save the battery charge, and slide it back into my pocket.

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