Page 14 of Sawoots Story

Garrick, Markin and Tar’ank stand above me, naked, their huge cocks pointed straight out. Milky pre-cum drips from Garrick’s throbbing member as the light shines down against his marble-white skin, stretched to the limit against his rippling muscles. The three huge beasts are hyper-focused in on me.

“How…how did I get here?” I gasp out, my voice sounding strange, and try to get up. My back is against a cold stone slab. Panic grips me as I realize my hands are cuffed to the sides of the rock. My legs are free, and I kick out at the three aliens as they towards me as one.

“You were given to us. You are our Mate.” Garrick states the words as fact. “You are our property, Sawoot.” His voice gets a hard, possessive edge, and he licks his lips in hunger.

“No! I don’t belong to you!” I scream out, but my body is a traitor. Instant heat floods between my legs, and I tremble as my nipples harden into buds. I’ve never felt so small and helpless. The handcuffs are a formality. There’s nothing I could do.

“You will. When I see your fertile little pussy, you’ll be linked to us forever. You can’t stop this. You crave it.” He steps forward, his legs like tree trunks, and his triad advances with him.

I squeeze my legs together. I’m slick, naked and dripping for the three men. Markin and Tar’ank growl as they grab my thighs. I try desperately to hold them tight together, but they spread my legs as if they don’t notice my resistance.

My sopping wet pussy gleams in the light, and all three of them can see my arousal painted on my body. Garrick breathes in, nostrils flaring, and his eyes go back as he tastes the scent of my need and the Mating Rage takes him.

He presses the head of his huge cock against my desperate entrance…

Hissssss.

A sound makes me blink awake, and panic hits me. How long was I asleep? I’m covered in sweat, and my pussy is tingling from the forbidden dream.

The massive doors slide open. I clench my fist, ready for a fight, when I see the familiar shape.

“Tasha!” I yell out at my captain.

Aelon made a mistake. He’s letting me see her, and together, we’re going to find the way out.

Tasha steps forward, surveying the cell when I jump out of bed to give her a big hug. It feels good to be with a friendly face again. I hold her tight, enjoying the feeling of being with the woman I think of as my sister. We break it off and I hop into the bottom bunk, my mind brimming with questions.

“So, what’s he like?”

“The captain? He’s a cocky bastard.”

We knew that already.

Tasha doesn’t look worse for wear, and my worries disappear. I can’t help but grin. The Aurelian captain was looking at her like a starving dog looks at a prime cut, but he fought back his urges…and we can use them to make him sit.

“I saw the way he was looking at you—he couldn’t get enough. That might be our ticket out of here.”

Tasha looks down for a second. “I don’t think that’s very likely.”

Is my brave, fearless leader…embarrassed? “Don’t be so sure. I mean, we’re not getting turned in to the authorities, are we?”

For some reason, that makes her blush. Even in the dimly lit room I can the flush on her cheeks as she turns to hide it. “He told me he doesn’t know yet.”

I can’t help but laugh in relief. Maybe it’s being reunited with Tasha. Or maybe it’s the thought that it’s not a sure thing we’re going to spend the rest of our lives in an Aurelian jail cell. But if Tasha is feeling embarrassed? I’ll take that over the stress and terror I was expecting.

Her eyebrows furrow, and I hope she didn’t take my laugh the wrong way, but I can’t hold back. “Don’t look so offended. This could work to our advantage. The captain’s an Aurelian, after all. They all think with their cocks.” I raise my eyebrows. “If that’s the case,work it. You’ve heard how big Aurelians are—you could probably lead him around by that thing!”

I suppress a little shudder as Garrick and his triad force themselves into my mind. I know, deep down, that if I try to lead that triad around by their desire…

I’m likely to be overwhelmed by mine. I push the thought out of my mind. I need to keep the conversation on Captain Aelon.

“Sawoot!” She’s flush. “This is a life-or-death situation—not a time forjokes. We need to be rational.”

“Oh, I’m not joking. I’m beingextremelyrational. We’re prisoners on an Aurelian ship, and we’re facing forty years behind bars—if we live long enough to get thrown behind them. We’ve got to use every advantage we have—and if Captain Aelon’sintoyou, that’s potentially useful.”

I sit up in my bunk, glad she hasn’t asked me about the Aurelians I’ve met on my stay. I don’t want to remember the way it felt to have Kit’s paws on me, and I don’t want to admit what Garrick’s making me feel. It’s much easier to focus on the attraction Aelon has for her…

And not the deep, dark urges that are welling up from the recesses of my mind.

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