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He pulls me so close to his muscled chest, every hard ridge of his chiseled abs pressed hard against me. My moans echo across the cavern as he makes me cum twice in a row, our bodies so intertwined that it’s impossible to know where my body ends and his begins.

Stryker eventually growls when he fills me with his seed, his hands pulling me tight against him. As he finally lets go, I watch as his seed is snatched up by the light current of the pool, and washed away in a silver stream.

Stryker pulls himself out of the pool and I follow him. He throws me a fur, soft and gentle, and I towel myself off with it. I wish so badly I couldcommunicatewith these warriors! I’m going to have to start learning their language tomorrow. I’d teach them English – but that wouldn’t make much sense since there are three of them and just one of me.

After I’m dry, Stryker hands me another thin hide, one I recognize as belonging to a deer much like the one I saw the wolf kill the previous night. I wrap the skin around myself, tying it as a makeshift dress that doesn’t do much to cover my body.

Not that it matters, the shameless way these three treat being naked.

Stryker strides to the other side of the pool of water, where it flows in freshly from some mountain stream. He fills a wooden bowl and carries it to where Brigg lies, and then gently drips the cool water into Brigg’s mouth. His battle-brother’s lips move as he gulps it down.

Finally, Stryker lays down in the bed of furs, motioning me to join him, and Haleon who lies beside him. I cross the cavern and lay down between the two men – and I’ve never felt so safe or secure before. I’m sandwiched between these two muscled hunks, ensconced protectively.

If this is real, I’m not mad anymore at them capturing me. I don’t care that they pulled me away from the dismal winter of my ruined life in New York. I can be happy here.

I let myself get lost in the ludicrous thoughts, knowing that it can’t be real. Then, the familiar anxiety grips my heart at the thought of what will happen if thisdoesall turn out to be real.

These Aurelians want a child.

The three of them are male, and they have no qualms about sharing me between the three of them – which means this planet must not have many women. If, logically, these three gorgeous aliensarereal, then my greatest value to them is my ability to produce offspring.

I hate my scars, but they aren’t my greatest flaw. They aren’t my truest,greatestfear and the most powerful source of my self-hatred. There’s something even worse than being thrown away like trash by the so-called love of your life.

I’ll never be able to bear these men a child.

Don’t think about that. Just… Just try to relax. If you went mad, and you are manic, you need to find a way to lose your stress.

I let myself drift off between these two, huge men – not sure whether to cry or smile; feeling so safe, secure and protected, yet knowing deep down in my heart that this can’t be possible.

Tomorrow… Tomorrow, I have to make the decision.

Do I try to escape this tropical paradise, so filled with danger?

Or do I find peace here, with these three Aurelians?

Tonight… Tonight I’ll let myself imagine a future here. Tomorrow… Tomorrow I’ll make the decision.

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Stryker

Iwake up smiling.

I’m one of the lucky few who has experienced the greatest sensation known to an Aurelian: To wake up next to your fated mate. To smell her scent, and to feel her body against yours.

To becomplete.

The only thing greater could be if Aubrey’s breasts were already full with milk, and her belly was already swollen with my child. My smile widens, knowing she will bear me many strong, powerful children who’ll continue the proud traditions of my tribe.

Aubrey’s skin is so dark compared to mine. So sun-kissed; and so different from my paleness. The light of the algae gives her a strange sheen as she sleeps, and I ache to light a torch and view Aubrey’s beautiful body in its full glory. I could sit for hours just watching her. No,days. I’d pass out from hunger, watching her – forgetting to even eat, or drink.

I extract myself from her arms carefully, not wanting to wake her. Aubrey had a fearsome night last night.

We barely survived the attack. The dragon nearly killed Brigg, but it had norealinterest in killing us. The demon beast views us as nothing more than insects to be swatted. When it attacks my tribe, it does so for the sport of catching and killing us. It simply burned Brigg, and then flew off to hunt meatier targets than a wiry, muscled Aurelian. We are unpalatable to the beast, and it’s not just our leanness. Unlike us, the dragon has not had Scorp-venom inked in their bodies from a young age. If it took a bite of us, it would be filled with the poison and weakened. That doesn’t stop the dragon from enjoying hunting us down like prey. If the beast had wanted to kill us, we’d all be dead.

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