Page 20 of Aurelian Prisoner

I use the distraction of the descending ship to wriggle free andrun.

Or, at least, Itryto…

I make it two steps before Kitos grabs me by – closing his huge fingers around my hand and yanking me back firmly I nearly stumble off my feet.

He grips on tight. I can't move a muscle. Then, Kitos looks down at me with his piercing, slate-grey eyes.

"You were told you’d be punished for another escape attempt. Don’t provoke us any further.”

My heart sinks. I know all about Aurelian punishments. I’d spent all that time in one of their harems, and I experienced the sensual punishments first hand. The legal punishments? Much worse. I wanted to learn everything about my enemies, and I’ve read all their laws and regulations.

"We'll put her in the brig," growls the leader of the Aurelians. Daccia’s face is a mask as he watches the ship come to a halt – hovering a foot off the cobblestones in front of us. The vessel doesn't make a sound – but, then again, the hum of an Orb-Drive isn't something youhear.

No, youfeelit – deep within your spine. It's a vibration caused by the Orb sphere that powers both the Orb-Drive of the Aurelian ship – which allows for interstellar travel – and the devastating twin Orb-Cannons that can blast through nearly anything.

The side of the ship opens up. I realize now I have no choice. First, the Aurelians scoop up the Orb-Weapons they’d dropped, then Kitos shoves me through the hatch, into the vessel. Daccia follows, helping the limping, bleeding Hadrian to the medical bay. The medical bays of the Aurelians have a legendary status. Some say that they can bring a man back from the dead. From my research on the Reavers, I know they can’t do that impossible miracle - but they can damn well come close. Hadrian’s punctured lungs will be back to full health soon enough. Once we’re all on board, Daccia takes his place in the cockpit. Kitos yanks me to the back of the ship.

I feel the ship darts upward, my stomach plummeting. We’re escaping the planet, even as I’m forced into captivity.

Kitos walks me down a hallway, lined with doors that can be opened at the press of a button – if your bio signature is in the AI system, that is. At the end of the hallway is an ominously drab, gray doorway that Iknowmust lead to the brig.

The Reaver is a small vessel, compared to other warships of the Empire. So small, in fact, that I know most prisoners are allowed full access to all the ship’s amenities; provided they behave, of course.

After all – once you’re in space, on board with three towering Aurelians, what harm can you do?

The worst punishment – that for trying to escape – is to be holed up in the brig; given only punishment rations that consist of a kind of dried, mealy bread, and water.

I only know all this because I’ve studied the capture documents that lay out exactly what can and can’t be done to a prisoner – knowing that one day I might become one.

Well, today is that day.

“Please, I don’t deserve this,” I gasp, hoping to get some sympathy from Kitos. None is forthcoming.

Instead, I look to him with pleading eyes – hoping for information instead. Anything that I can use against them...

Kitos pauses for a moment. His slate-grey eyes peer down at me, although there's no expression on his strong, handsome face.

“The law is the law," he finally utters…

…and then I see it.

His carotid artery ispulsingon his neck. His heart must be pounding so hard he can hear it in his temples. The alien warriors aren't just putting me in the brig to punishme. I suddenly realize thattheyneed me out of sight.

Each one of them is on the verge of the mating frenzy. They’re using every ounce of self-restraint to stop themselves from ripping my clothes off and fucking me – right here and now. It’s all they can do not to breed me and seed me – to plunge their thick cocks inside me until my legs don't work, and their huge, throbbing cocks have flooded me with cum.

If they do that, they could never go back to Colossus...

The Empire would strip them of their rank. If they were lucky, they’d spend a hundred years in jail. If they were unlucky, they could even be banished from the Empire forever – forced to become the Rogue Aurelians they’d posed as.

They’d be shamed, disowned, and never trusted by their own species again.

These three Law Enforcement officers shouldn’t be eventhinkingof touching their prisoner – and yet, I can plainly see the tormented desire rippling through Kitos’ body.

My mind races. I can use this to my advantage!

Heart pounding in my ears, I gently reach out – to run my fingers across Kitos’ broad, powerful chest. His body makes my own blood pump faster; but I have less to lose than they do...

Kitos takes a huge, gasping breath of air as soon as my hand touches his chest. Heachesfor me – it’s so plainly obvious.

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