Page 76 of Taken By the Aurelian Warriors

After all, there’s something so primal about it – two men fighting over you. I have this strange feeling that this is what used to happen on Old-Earth, before civilization tamed mankind. Back in the ancient times, men had fought against each other for the right to a woman – and she’d be claimed by the victor. It was the law of nature – might makes right.

Which, to our modern way of thinking, is sowrong…

…but no matter what my modern mind wants to think about it, my primal body has been programmed by ancient evolution toachefor the man who displays the most virility, power, and might.

I’ve seen that display – in the rutting, wrestling fight between those two towering Aurelians – and now it’s had the impact on me that nature intended.

Now, Iachefor Otho.

I ache for him to snap, just like Brennan did – except this time I ache for no one to be able to stop him from rushing over andtakingme. I crave to be claimed…

…but instead, I mutter:

“T-thank you…again. Thank you.”

Standing protectively over me, Lazar breathes a deep sigh of relief. He’d been holding in that tension throughout the fight – and I can feel the electricity in the air dissipate as his shoulders slump and his fists unclench.

“I’ve never seen him like that,” Lazar turns from his battle-brothers. He shakes his head, looking at me sadly. “It’s not his fault, Natali. It’s the nature of our species.”

I nod. That nature is why my panties are flooded, and I’m terrified Lazar will take another deep breath in and taste the scent of my arousal.

Instead, though, he steps closer:

“I don’t know how long we can keep you.”

I gulp.

“What do you mean?”

Lazar furrows his brows. This towering warrior – an alien giant who had conquered Scorp, Toad, and all manner of other enemies – suddenly seem unsure of himself.

Eventually, he murmurs:

“You were right, Natalie. This isn’t just business. We took you…” Lazar has trouble making eye contact with me all of a sudden, as he admits: “We took you because of your scent.”

“My scent?”

He nodded shamefully.

“The moment we entered your father’s estate, we tasted your scent. It was perfection.”

Perfection? Surely Aurelians get aroused by the scent of all human females. They’re rutting, sex-crazed beasts; all of society knows that.

But Lazar shakes his head, as if reading my thoughts.

“Your scent, Natali… It’sright. I’ve never tasted anything so right, before. It’s a clue that you might be our Fated Mate – that one woman we’ve spent our lives searching for…”

I shiver, staring up at the towering Aurelian. Is he…serious?

I could be theirFated Mate?

But Lazar shakes his head again.

“But I fear we’re going to lose control around you, Natali.” He shudders, and I see how the veins in his neck are swollen; as if he’s on the verge of snapping himself.

“Your scent is…” He closes his eyes, breathing in andtastingme. “You don’t know what it does to us, Natali. I’ve never felt anything like this…”

Lazar’s own pants are distended with his huge erection, and I have no doubt that he speaks the truth.

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