Page 40 of Taken By the Aurelian Warriors

At any second they could snap. I know that even now – as they surround me in this cramped shuttle – the three of them are each thinking of ripping my thin dress from me and fucking me – right here in the shuttle, and hard enough to lose themselves to their animal instincts as they claim me.

I’ve read about this fabled mating frenzy of their species – the one each of these three warriors seems on the brink of descending into. When the frenzy hits, Aurelians lose every shred of their sanity – rutting a woman like an animal.

Iknowthey want me – I saw the size of the leader’s massive cock pressing against his pants. He was that hard for me. I’ve never even seen a penis before, but I already know something that big and hard would ruin me…

…and yet...

There’s some dark, hidden part of me that aches for the same thing as the Aurelians do – for the complete submission of beingownedby all three of those towering, brutal warriors, all at once.

The logical parts of my brain remain stronger than those urges – for now – but it warns me that we’re sitting on a tinderbox, and this whole thing could end up in disaster, one way or another.

That thread of panic is building and building inside my mind.

I need to escape! I need to escape!

I force the impulse down. I don’t need to escape –yet. I just need to think clearly.

Firstly –where are they taking me?

My thoughts run wild, but I restrain my wild impulses – forcing myself instead to focus on the problem at hand. Even though I’m blindfolded, I close my eyes – shutting out all the stimulation around me so that I can focus on each individual clue.

Firstly, I’m sitting against the hard metal of the ship’s bulkheads. They’re cold and I can hear a few rattles – suggesting this shuttle is on the older side.

I feel the heat and raw, alienpresenceof Brennan sitting beside me.

I listen to what makes this voyage so different to when I was originally kidnapped in the Orb-powered Reaver – the engine.

The engine!

Yes, I can hear the engine roaring as it powers this shuttle high into the sky above Marn. I can only assume they chose not to travel in that soundless, Orb-powered Reaver because the Aurelians have figured out how wildly conspicuous they look when they pilot that instantly recognizable Aurelian vessel through the city.

This means these three Aurelians aren’t complete idiots – and the noise of the roaring engine reveals to me that we’re traveling far from their hotel; and the Aurelians are attempting to remain incognito now.

I hope they succeed. In fact, I hope that news of my kidnapping hasn’t already got out.

The Aurelians might have been clued in about moving me to a secure location, but they’ve got to understand that it’s not just my father they now need to watch out for.

If some of the more devious families or corporations of Marn had found out about my kidnapping, they might investigate the reason why. Currently, my father is viewed as only moderately successful – and certainly not the sort of person worth staging a costly kidnapping against…

…but if the families start doing research as towhyI’d been kidnapped, they might find out about my father’s discovery of those incredible Orb-deposits – and the asteroid mine. Then, he’d be up against more than just three Aurelian kidnappers. Every faction on Marn would suddenly want a piece of him…

…ofme!

A new thought springs comes into my mind.

Why did they gag me?

I rack mybrains. I know nobody could have heard me scream in that soundproofed penthouse, and right now I can barely hear my own thoughts over the sound of the engine and the buffeting slipstream.

So, why gag me – if no one can hear me scream for help?

I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, isolating each sensation around me even more distinctly.

Yes! That’s it!

Over the engines, I can hear the raggedbreathingof the three Aurelians.

They’re breathing like ravenous wolves – in deeply through their nostrils, as if they’retastingmy scent as we’re crammed into this small shuttle together.

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