Page 93 of Taken By the Aurelian Warriors

…but, at the same time, Brennan knows he can’t pull me into a dangerous life on the run. That his best move in protecting me is to keep very, very far from me.

Brennan is a man who has always put others before himself – and now, it’s as if he’s balanced on a tipping point. He’s lost all trace of his cocky arrogance, now. Ironically, at his most vulnerable, he stands the strongest.

“Brennan.”

I say his name softly, tasting each syllable – as if this might be one of the last times I utter it.

You’ve set me free.

I mouth the words to him, and the pain crystalizes on his face. For a moment, he stands stunned – and then Brennan leans down and kisses me tenderly. He kisses me as gently as if I’m a piece of priceless art he’s scared of breaking.

His lips find mine – and suddenly, I’m ready. If I can ever be ready, I’ll be ready forhim. My body suddenly trembles like a leaf; caught in the maelstrom of his masculine presence.

I don’t know if I hear them or justfeelthem, but Otho and Lazar step in closer, too.

The crazy thing? These guys are my captors. I am theirprisoner…

…and yet, I don’t feel trapped between these three huge, alien warriors.

I feel protected, instead. More protected than I ever have before – even after a life in which I’ve experiencednothingbut my father trying to protect me.

I’m so safe between the three shields of these immense, muscular bodies. As long as they surround me, the outside world disappears. Everything beyond this room has evaporated. Everything beyond the warm, protective bulk of these three bodies ceases to exist.

Fingers suddenly graze my thigh. I gasp.

I don’t know which of these three perfect men they belong to – and I don’t care. I’ve never been touched this way before, and the sensation instantly sends shivers tingling all over me.

Goosebumps ripple across my skin – while a deep, burning need inside me ignites in the presence of these three, huge, alpha males.

The slightest touch of their fingers draws out something new from deep within me. Every harsh breath catching in their mouths utters a promise – the confession of their burning desire for me.

My body reacts instinctively to the proximity of these huge aliens. My nipples harden into points, desperate for their touch. Fingers – Lazar’s, I think – graze through my hair, teasing at my ear.

Brennan’s hands wrap around my waist – his huge palms cupping my ass as he pulls me closer to him.

Oh, God… This is all happening so fast, but it feels soright.

Brennan handles me possessively. I can barely think, so overwhelmed am I by these incredible sensations. I can’t believe I’m beingtouchedthis way. I’veneverfelt hands groping at my ass before – and instead of feeling frightened, or objectified, or mauled… It actually turns me on so much that the only thing I feel scared by is the intensity of my body’s reaction.

I don’t know if I love or hate these new feelings – these drowning sensations, of being utterly unable to control my own burning, heatedneed.

Heat rises between my legs, and I suddenlywanthim.

Ineed him.

Three sets of hands explore my body. Huge, marble-white hands run over my curves, trembling as if the men touching me are as desperate for me as I am for them. These rugged hands are so different from my soft body – calloused, and rough, and strong...

The triad presses in closer together. I can smell their heavy musk, the manly scent of these dominant aliens. It doesn’t offend my nose. It smells soright. I almost feel drunk on it.

Brennan suddenly lifts me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, pulling myself closer into his huge, comforting bulk. I can barely get my legs around his massive frame, but that’s what turns me on so damned much.

I gasp out at the sensation of grinding myself against his perfect body. Everything is made even more impossibly intense by the realization that there are not one, not two, butthreeof the dominant alpha warriors surrounding me – that areutterlyobsessed with me. I can taste the longing in their breath. I canfeelthe heat of their gaze, burning through my clothing.

They never want to let me go – and I don’t want to let them.

My body is on fire.

The heat is something I can’t control now. Desire wells up inside me like a flood – the hot, soaking, primal recesses of my brain taking over. They come from a part of me that aches to feel small, safe, and protected again. It’s not my rational mind – my desire floods instead from an ancient programming, buried deep within me; one that comes from time during which men protected their women from tangible dangers; like saber toothed tigers, wolves, and bears. Back from when nothing could be safer than being with a strong, powerful warrior who could keep you safe from any evil.

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