Page 72 of Sawoots Story

“My Mate,” he gasps out, reverential, and he can’t hold back, fucking me faster and faster, kissing me deep, his huge lips pressed against mine as he brings me to a sudden, abrupt orgasm. It’s lightning pleasure and I don’t know how much more I can take.

I moan as he kisses me, unable to form coherent thoughts as he slams in and out of me, wrapping his arms around me again and pulling me tight against his body. I can’t move an inch. My over-sensitive clit rubs against his hard abs as he fucks me with all his might, finally letting loose.

“My Mate, my Mate,” he moans out as he cums, and I go limp in his arms, unable to move at all after what the three men did to me.

My body is a shaking, shuddering mess, and Markrin pulls the blanket over our sweaty bodies, cuddling me up. The bed creaks and groans as Garrick joins us, and Markrin shifts, so I’m sandwiched between the two of them.

I’ve never cuddled after sex, and now I’m not just the littlest spoon in the world, I’m wrapped up between the two huge beasts.

Tar’ank stands over us, and a huge smile splits his lips. He leans down and gives me a kiss on the forehead, then runs his hand slowly against my eyelids to close them ever so gently.

“Relax, my mate. We have all the time in the world.”

Garrick kisses the back of my head. “Do you feel my love for you, Sawoot?”

His aura pulses in my mind, wave after wave of adoration and love flowing through from him to me. I can feel the three of them, three balls in my mind, and I know I’ll never be alone again. I’ll never be unsafe or in danger, as long as I have these three utterly obsessed, completely possessive alien warriors Bonded to me.

“I do,” I whisper, exhausted and spent. Markrin presses closer against me, and I relax fully, letting sleep take me as the three warriors surround me.

Her Alien Protectors

1

Sawoot

Tasha sits across from me at the small table in the diplomat’s chamber, the same wide-eyed expression of disbelief on her face as we’ve both had for the past two days on the Instigator.

And oh—what two days. These are the first few moments I’ve been able to pull myself away from Garrick and his triad, and I half expect Aelon to break down the doors and grab Tasha.

I should be sore and limping from what they’ve been doing to me, but the Bond has made me resilient and strong in ways I could never have predicted.

I’ve been enjoying every moment, but I needed a respite. Tasha sets down the mug of awful tea from the replicator.

“I really can’t believe it. After all this time, we’re going our separate ways,” she says, screwing up her face in distaste, either at the thought of being apart from me or the bitterness of the tea.

I take a sip of my own and chalk it down to the taste. I catch a little wetness in her eyes reflecting in the dim lights of the chambers, and I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t take the opportunity to tease her.

“Domestic life is making you soft, Captain,” I reply, but a wave of sadness passes over me. Some of my earliest memories are her and I just scraping to survive. It’ll be strange to be apart.

Now we each have a triad of proud, possessive alien warriors who would cut off the hands of anyone who dares touch us watching our backs.

I run my hands over the rough material of my pants. It feels like they belong to someone else. These last two days I’ve been in slips of dresses designed for Aurelian eyes, and I enjoyed every second of their gaze. When Markrin is staring at me, the room could be on fire and he’d never notice before he was consumed. Tar’ank gets this hunger that takes him over, and he’s like a beast in bed, unable to slow down, unable to do anything but fuck me violently until he seeds me.

And Garrick, oh Garrick…the way his golden eyes worship me and protect me as he takes me, half owning me, half giving everything he has to me.

Tasha’s in a scraggly sweater, rough material we always swore we’d get rid of the second we made enough money to quit the business. Now she’s choosing to wear it. “Soft? Why don’t you ask Chris if he thinks I’m soft, spending the next ten years of his life paying me.”

I grin at her. It was a good deal. Aelon’s Reavers picked up theWayward Scythewhen they were searching for the Orbs that powered the mothership. They survived the explosion but got blasted so far out from the energy wave we never even saw them.

“I’m surprised you managed to get rid of the old bird,” I answer. She raked him over the coals on the deal, but she was good enough to get him a job on Tarrion as part of the mining teams, where his talents won’t be wasted. He’ll be living lean for a decade paying monthly, but when he comes out of it, he’ll have a ship of his own. The rest of the crew can decide to stay with him or make their own way. They aren’t our problem anymore.

Chris was sweating in the ship, thinking he was screwed when he saw us. It was a brief moment where we managed to pull ourselves from our triads and get them to come with us. We grabbed our clothes from theWayward Scytheafter making the deal, then left it behind. I realized I’d never really collected anything. No keepsakes or sentimental items. I always viewed my time on theScytheas transitory.

Now I’ve got something for the rest of my life. The three Aurelian auras in my mind. The only thing that can take them away is one of us dies.

Tasha winces, her entire body twitching like she got an electric shock. I brace myself in case one is coming for me. It’s no shock. It’s the Bond. We’ve been sitting across from each other for only ten minutes or so, and it’s starting to surge up.

Garrick and his triad are working out in the weight rooms on the other side of the ship, as far as possible from me, but I can still feel them in my mind.

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