Page 21 of Claimed by the Alien Warrior Triad

No emails. Imagine that! That hasn’t happened to me since before college.

Without internet or email, there’s no way I can tackle the onerous caseload I have waiting for me back home in New York. For a luxurious moment, I let myself relax, letting myself drift off in Stryker’s possessive arms.

I imagine everything melting away: The cold, New York winters. The fourteen-hour work days. The massive caseloads and endless emails and phone calls. I imagine it all melting away, embracing this new planet and living out the rest of my life in this dangerous paradise.

No! That’s your mind tricking you! That’s whatever insanity has gripped you pulling you deeper into your delusion! Focus, Aubrey, focus!

The slight snore from behind me indicates that Stryker has finally fallen into a deep sleep.

I’m almost glad he snores. Seven-foot-tall, muscled like my darkest fantasies, and with that… thing between his legs? He needs a fault or two, to have some sort of flaw to his ridiculous perfection.

Oh, wait: The whole abduction thing. That mars his perfection somewhat! I gently wriggle, and I stifle a groan as my movement stimulates Stryker’s dick, exciting it and making it throb against my bottom. Stryker doesn’t wake, but it certainly doesn’t make things easier when I wassofucking close to letting three men ravage me harder than anything I’ve experienced or evendreamedof before.

Lying here, that surging cock is a constant reminder of the virile, beastly man curling around me like a snoring jungle cat.

It’s sotemptingto turn around – to grab his dick and wake him. To kiss Stryker deeply, and tell him in words he doesn’t understand, but a tone he can’t fail to, that I want him,now.

I keep picturing the three tattooed, marble-skinned aliens unleashing themselves on me – making me moan and whimper in submission, and the images are clouding my reason.

Fucking focus!

I wriggle again, trying to get out from underneath Stryker’s enormous arm. It feels like a fucking tree trunk – his arm, not his dick, although that’s a pretty damn close comparison as well.

I twist and writhe, then suddenly stop cold as Stryker mumbles something in his sleep. With a deft movement, though, I finally get free of his arms.

For warriors, these men certainly sleep deeply. I know why – they’ve made their cavern impenetrable to the massive beasts that threaten them in the wild.Theyare the apex predators on this world; the only ones who can relax in a constantly dangerous environment.

It’s so weirdly mundane, but I have the very human need to pee. I feel like I’m about to burst. There was no way to relieve myself with the three of them staring at me, and I wasn’t about to try out their primitive bathroom with them nearby.

My straining bladder is just another reason to get out of this cave.

I slow my breathing, my heart pounding and my eyes adjusting to the darkness of the cave. I look everywhere for a weapon – but I’m out of luck. Out of luck, that is, unless I want to see how light my fingers are – and try to lift the axe, sword, or mace from the belts of one of these slumbering aliens.

I wouldn’t even know how to activate such a weapon, though – and that black orb materialscaresme.

So, I decide to go it alone – unarmed, and knowingly unprepared.

Oh, my God. I can’t believe I’m really doing this. Some creatures hunt at night… I’ve seen the National Geographic specials.

I wince, squeezing my eyelids shut as I remember a particularly brutal documentary my college roommate had on the TV while I was studying a thick tome of 16th century English law for my History of Legal Systems class. It was one of those nature shows, in which a whole pack of lionesses tried to take down an elephant. I can’t remember who ended up on top, but it sure as hell wasn’t a good experience for the elephant.

I’m not exactly the size of an elephant – and if an eagle on this planet has the wingspan the length of a school bus, I don’t even want tothinkaboutwhat one of their mountain lions must look like.

This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real.

I repeat that mantra in my mind, steeling myself as I creep out of the main cavern and into the long tunnel leading towards the open air.

There’s no algae to light the way in the tunnel, so I move slowly and carefully instead; my hands stretching out in front of me. I’m truly blind in the pitch blackness. I reach out with my left hand, feeling for the reassuring smoothness of the wall. It’s steady beneath my palm.

I travel up the tunnel until the darkness lightens. The slit between the boulder and the cavern walls is illuminated by light outside, and I press my body up to the crevice and look out.

The stars. Oh, God – the stars!

The entire night sky is filled with them, shining brighter than jewels. I’ve been in New York so long I’d thought the night sky was normal there; never thinking of how the streetlights and neon signs might drown out the stars twinkling in the night sky.

Here I can see everything – like an umbrella of stars, stretching overhead.

It’s stunning – but another indication that I’m definitely on an alien world. I swallow hard when I look up and see that there isn’t just a single moon here. Two huge, full orbs hang in the sky instead; each as bright as the Earth’s lonely moon. This cements the alienness of this planet in my mind.

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