Page 148 of Taken By the Aurelian Warriors

Itthrumsso hard that I fall to my knees on the bed, losing my balance.

I’m suddenly overwhelmed with a burningneedfor my triad. Brennan’s face hardens as he senses my reaction, and I feel the corrupting sadism in the base of his being blossom anew.

He strides forward, grabbing me by the base of my hair and hauling me to my feet.

“You’reminenow, pet,” he snarls, his endless eyes black and full.

I fall into them. I can’t sense anything but his hypnotic gaze. He has me paralyzed in place, unable to move – and I love it.

I chose this – and now, I will reap what I sowed.

Brennan forces my head up, making me stare into his eyes.

“Now, you’ll see why I chose this hotel. It has a pleasure room.”

His voice is half-growl by the end of that sentence, his aura devolving into that of an animal. He’s fighting off the mating rage – the urge that tells him to rip my clothes off and fuck me right there on the bedroom floor.

But he wants to wait. He wants to fully taste the pleasure of dominating me.

I’m ready for it.

It scares me, but I crave to feel the full cruelty that this alien warrior is capable of. His grip on my hair tightens, and he pulls me behind him. The pain of being yanked so cruelly by my hair is instantly transformed into anticipation by the power of the Bond. In fact, the more aggressively he treats me, the more I want it.

Brennan pulls me in front of a huge set of black doors, which Otho and Lazar eagerly open.

A huge room stretches before me. It’s completely empty – or, so I think.

Brennan releases my hair and presses his hand against my back, shoving me forward. I stumble into the room, wondering what secrets it holds. I’ve heard rumors of the Aurelian pleasure chambers before, but I don’t know what they’re capable of – andOn Aureliansneglected to include a chapter about them.

“Whatisthis place?”

I turn to face the three huge alien warriors. Their clothing is tight against their muscles, but they might as well be naked because of how perfectly I’ve memorized the taut perfection that awaits me beneath their clothes.

I’m almost drooling at this point – just imagining what they’re about to do to me. Their auras are boiling up with desire as they step into the room.

The door closes behind us, shutting without a touch. I don’t know where the light is coming from, but somehow the three men of my triad are now lit by a warm, arousing glow.

The floor has a give to it that unsettles me. Each step feels like I might fall right through it – or, as if the material might stretch out and grab at me – like it’s something alive.

“This is a pleasure room,” Brennan explains. We’ll have one designed in our home – the one that we’ll build together. Do you know what a pleasure room is, Natali?”

Suddenly, I feel very nervous. I step back into the room as these hungry, alpha warriors encircle me. I hear the snap of something only a heartbeat before I feel it grabbing at my arms – and yell in surprise as ropes fly from the walls and wrap tightly around my wrists.

They pull me into the center of the room, and I struggle against them powerlessly.

“A pleasure room is malleable,” Brennan grins, with sadism dripping like nectar in his tone. “It’s controlled by the owner – in this instance,me. I can make the room do anything I wish.”

Those same tentacle-like ropes suddenly rip my clothes from me, throwing the rags of them aside. Suddenly, I’m naked and helpless in front of these three men – men who are barely holding back their mating rage, drinking in the sight of me as I squirm there, unable to do anything to escape the grip of these otherworldly ropes.

I watch their hungry eyes eating me up, and I know it’s only a matter of time before they each take me hard – and then all together.

The Bondthrumsin my mind, and I gasp out in desperate need. My bodyachesfor these aliens.

Brennan is gasping in need, but he continues to hold back. He wants to enjoy every second of this.

More ropes fly from the walls, humming as they vibrate minutely. As the tendrils wrap around me, they tease up and down my skin mercilessly, rubbing against my nipples and driving me into spasms.

One rope of vibrating pleasure even finds my clit – and I moan out hotly in need, driven beyond madness as the teasing sensations build and build.

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