Page 65 of Aurelian Prisoner

I’m not asking him to turn around because I’m embarrassed about my body. In fact, even the most self-conscious woman would feel beautiful if they’d experienced the raw, insistent lust that pours through the Bond from Daccia.

But IneedDaccia to turn around, because I know what might happen when an Aurelians sees a naked human woman – especially the one he’s Bonded to. I know first-hand now the intensity of the passion that overwhelms Aurelians when they find their Fated Mate.

Daccia turns slowly – reluctantly – to give me privacy; but I still feel the hot surge of lust that floods his aura. He’s craving the sight of my naked body when this towel drops.

I throw the towel on the bed, and suddenly I find myself naked – standing in a room with an incredibly attractive man.

A man who I’m not sure is my most-trusted ally…

…or my greatest enemy.

While Daccia still has his back to me, I pull on the undergarments – which are mercifully softer than the harsh, wooly material of the pants and shirts, which go on next. The rough material scratches at my arms, but it’s better than nothing.

If nothing else, these clothes serve as a good reminder that I shouldn’t gettoocomfortable around these men. Every move matters. My decisions now will change my fate for the rest of my life – my nowmassivelyextended life.

“I’m decent,” I finally say, and the warrior turns to face me.

Daccia makes even this big room feel small. He might be all the way on the other side of the bed, but he’s got such long, powerful arms I feel like could reach forward and reach me with those big hands of his. I’ve seen how inhumanely fast these alien warriors move…

…when they want to.

Daccia could jump forward right now. He could throw me against the wall and kiss me deeply and passionately. There’d be nothing I could do to stop him as he claimed my mouth with his, then ran those huge hands all over my body. I shudder as I realize that some part of me wantsexactlythat…

Don’t think about that now, Allie! You are beating these men! All because they can’t control their lust. Don’t let your own lust defeat you now!

Suddenly, I feel the Bondthruminside my mind.

I gasp out loud. A dark, insistent need has suddenly started to strum inside me – like a harp string beingtwangedthroughout my body.

Suddenly, Iacheto get on my knees – to open my eager mouth andpleaseDaccia. It’s just so hard to tell which are my own heated desires, and what’s driven by the Bond.

Because of my confusion, I fight back the need. Iwon’tlet it win. Ican’tlet it win.

Daccia speaks – and his voice is such a low, deep growl that Ifeelit. That doesn’t help my heated desire for him.

“You must have questions,” the Aurelian murmurs.

I wince, squeezing my eyes tightly shut.

It’ssounfair that Daccia canfeelhow fucking turned on I am. Suddenly, all I can imagine is the alien’s strong, powerful body beneath those tight clothes he wears.

I gasp in frustration: “Does this so-called Bond give meanyfucking relief?”

The laughs that comes out of Daccia’s mouth surprises me.

I open my eyes in shock. I didn’t expect the serious, proud alien to have a light-hearted bone in his body – and yet now he’slaughing.

“You’re not going to like the answer to that question,” Daccia smiles.

Fuck. What the hell doesthatmean? What have I gotten myself into?

“I think I deserve to know what thehellyou three did to me.”

Daccia shakes his head slowly. “We didn’tdoanything to you. We discovered something – something that already existed between us.”

He takes a deep breath.

“We’ve been Bonded from the day you were born, Allie. You’ve been fated to be with us from the first breath you drew – from the first beat of your heart. My triad – we were fated to be with you, too – hundreds of years before your parents were even born.”

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