Page 53 of Sold to the Alien Smugglers

I hear a voice – but only barely, above the pounding of my heart.

“Put her down!”

The words sound rusty and strained – and oh-so-far-away as I melt beneath Lucius’s ravenous kiss.

The wet sound of our writhing lips is suddenly replaced by a meatythwack. A fist has found its way hard into the side of Lucius’s head, and he stumbles back in shock and anger.

I drop from the Aurelian’s arms – landing on the floor with my legs too weak to support me.

As I look up, I see the third Aurelian looming over me – following the first punch he’d thrown with a hard tackle that knocks Lucius down to the ground.

With the element of surprise, the third member of their triad – the one with the hollow cheeks and the haunted look – manages to get on top of Lucius. As they wrestle, Lucius’s cock remains stiff and swollen – rearing straight up beneath his strained shorts. He’s still so lost in the mating frenzy he can’t even focus on fighting.

“Youcannothave her!” The third Aurelian bellows, punctuating that sentence with his fists.

Footsteps sound, and I look up to see Marcel now standing in the doorway.

“Stop your fighting!” His voice is not to be argued with. The two of them pause their wrestling, and Lucius slowly flops on the ground – regaining his rationality as the heat of the mating frenzy slowly subsides.

When the beast within him has been temporarily leashed, Lucius stammers:

“S-shewantedit.”

Marcel growls:

“It doesn’t fucking matter. Weboughther. We can’t claim her.”

I finally find my voice, my emotions awhirl.

“W-what the hell does it matter?” It’s my trembling, desperate body speaking – rationality had long since abandoned me. I’d wanted it – as badly as Lucius had. “You’re Rogue Aurelians – this is what you do! You work with Toads!”

And then, from the deep pit in my subconscious that I’d thrown her into, the rational part of my mind finds a foothold.

I can’t believe what I almost just did!

I almost gave myself to a sadistic, alien beast whobuys slaves. I was practicallybeggingfor him to take me!

I should have rejected him before it ever got this far! I should have called him out for the bastard he is the moment I saw Lucius framed in the doorway.

I can’t even blame the pleasure dress for my reaction, though – this was all me.

As I watch, the Aurelian who’d torn Lucius away from me finally releases Lucius’ hands – pulling himself to his feet. As he looms over his battle-brother, he turns to me with a glare. His eyes are angry and fierce.

After a moment spent staring at me, the towering warrior snaps his fingers like the crack of bone.

“You! In the other room.Now.”

His voice is stern and commanding – so much so that I find myself powerless to resist his command. With eyes wide, I walk past Marcel – and when I find myself having to brush past his enormous bulk to make it through the door he’s blocking, I feel how his body tenses.

I stagger out of the bedroom, and the moment I’m finally away from the overwhelming presence of the Aurelians, it’s like having a huge weight lifted from me.

Gods! They’re too fucking intense!

Together, they’re like a powder-keg of sexual tension – primed, and fused, and ready to explode at any moment. Then again, so am I. I can still feel the hot wetness between my thighs. Lucius and I had been oh-so-close to our breaking point. If that third Aurelian had come into the room even a second later, it would have been too late.

That’s what they were arguing about, wasn’t it?

That third Aurelian had been telling Lucius not to go into the room with me, I bet. That’s what I’d heard when the sound of their heated voices had traveled through the wall. They’d all known what would happen if he did.

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