Page 34 of Aurelian Prisoner

Just look to the Emperor and his Queen, Jasmine. She’s the Bonded mate of the Emperor and his triad. They managed to find each other…

More and more triads seem to be stumbling across their Fated Mate…

It could happen – and, if it does, I'll never be free again.

The concrete walls of an Aurelian high security prison will be nothing compared to the imprisonment of the Bond.

The Bond between an Aurelian triad and their Fated Mate is a chilling unification – one that binds Aurelian and human together for eternity. It grants their human mate a longer life, superior health, and many other benefits shrouded in legend...

…but at a terrible cost.

She is destined to bear the young of her Bonded triad. To be driven half-mad with mating lust herself. To become a prisoner in a different way – a prisoner to her own biology.

But there’s no point worrying about that now. I need to escape. I need to focus on that.

"Please, Daccia,” I murmur. “Ineedyou."

I utter a moan, and suddenly all I can think about is the heat of passion that's about to overtake us both if I’m successful. If Daccia just lets go – if he succumbs to his powerful urge to fuck and fill me – it’ll be a wild ride.

I’m both terrified and eager. There's nothing that can compare to an Aurelian in full mating frenzy.

For a moment, I look up and see Daccia’s right eye twitch. Gods – he’s so close to cracking…

But then, suddenly, he growls. "Gag her."

The AI responds instantly. Suddenly, a tendril darts out from the side of the chair andfillsmy mouth; like a steel cock.

Fuck! Now I'm strapped down in the chair, and my last weapon – my voice – has been stolen from me.

Even worse – even more humiliatingly – I’m now utterly turned on. I switched on my seductive wiles to lure Daccia, and ended up becoming aroused for real. My whole body is trembling. My pussy is throbbing. My nipples are painfully hard.

…and yet there'snothingI can do about it.

I stare up at Daccia, even though I can no longer move or speak.

He knows how turned on I am – how much I want him to succumb to his desires and sink his big, beautiful cock inside of me.

I don’t care – I won't ever feel embarrassed by my desires. It's only natural for a human female to crave these perfect specimens of alien masculinity. They’re like powerful, seven-feet-tall Greek Gods – and I already know what it’s like to betakenby them.

No, I won’t be ashamed of my desire – but I do feel embarrassed for my failure. I needed to seduce this man – before he could regain control of himself.

He was so close, too. As I squirm against my restraints, I look up – and watch as Daccia closes his eyes, forcing himself not to look at the naked prize in front of him. Blinded, he clenches his fists again. His cock surges against his pants…

…but heisregaining control, dammit.

Slowly – eventually – Daccia’s eyes open once again.

Now, instead of the animal lust that filled him before, Daccia radiates a controlled power.

If I didn’t have this gag in my life, I’d be tempted to laugh. Oh, the big alien warrior might be in control of his desire now – but I can just imagine him looking down at me with those harsh, slate-grey eyes as I pleasured him with my mouth.

How long would you last then, Daccia?

As if reading my mind, Daccia snaps at the AI: "Search her."

The steely tendrils wrapped around my wrists and ankles are about the width of my thumb. More of them emerge from the chair – running across my bare skin, teasing my body. There are six in total – the one jammed into my mouth so I can't speak, two more coiled around my wrists and ankles, and then three others; crawling over every inch of my exposed skin like eager fingers.

One eventually follows the trail of my left arm.

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