My cheeks burn.

…my body seems to instinctively crave the idea ofservingthe three men.

But what service will they expect from me?

I’m not an idiot. I know what Aurelian warriors desire from human women. The entire universe knows.

Now, I’m left wondering if they’ll be able to control their mating rage when they expect me to make good on my promise. Will they be like lazy lions if I do so? Lounging back on their beds or a sofa, languid and magnificent, while expecting me to please them each one-by-one with my mouth?

I press my thighs together at the thought.

Alternatively, maybe theywillsuccumb to that legendary frenzy of their species – the deep, instinctual need that turns an Aurelian into a rutting, sexual beast. Maybe they’ll make good on what I owe them - fucking me so hard I’m ruined?

The worst part? I’m getting wet just thinking about it.

I mean, I’ve heard all the rumors about the Aurelians. In hushed voices, I’ve heard people whisper and giggle as they talk about the violence and intensity of the Aurelian mating frenzy. It’s the most legendary facet of their species – rivaled only by their reputation for violence in battle – and, in those cases too, it’s always the Aurelians who seem to be swinging the biggest weapons.

My mouth turns dry as I’m led out of the auction room. I know where we must be headed – towards whatever private chambers they have on this Toad mothership.

I shiver, knowing that the moment we’re alone…

…the Aurelians are going to collect what I promised them.