Page 76 of Sawoots Story

He’s the leader, and no matter how brutal Tar’ank may be, it’s Garrick who decides. His eyes are burning up with lust, and my pants rip as he fumbles with the buttons. His cock surges in my hand, roaring up with endless hunger for me. He’s still sweaty from his workout, his muscles taut and sore, and I breathe in his manly scent as he lifts me up and puts me on a bag of rice or flour, spreading my legs open.

I lose my grip on him as he kneels in front of me, lapping at my pussy like a starving man. I run my hands through his short hair, lying back in ecstasy as his massive tongue licks up and down my soaking cunt. It’s a teasing, endless pleasure building up in me, and I need him.

“Fuck me,” I beg, the Bond thrumming again, making meneedhis cock inside me. Garrick stands, towering over me, and I don’t have to ask twice.

I gasp as he forces his huge dick into me, stretching me wide.

Desperation pulses over me. He’s inside me, but I’m not sated. “Fuck, it’s really bad this time, be quick,” I beg, tears coming to my eyes with how hungry I am for his seed. The Bond is designed to make me crave his cum, and not even getting fucked can satisfy it. Garrick’s eyes are wide with need, and he pounds me, jackhammering every inch of his massive dick into me.

I reach up, my hand shaking, running it over his taut abs. The feel of the ridges of his ripped, marble-skinned body is too good. It drives me wild how fucking strong he is. His biceps bulge like cannonballs and his shirt rips from his flexing. I pull it off him, throwing the shredded material aside.

Garrick lifts me up, pulling me into the air and bucking his hips as he fucks me. I’m thrown up in the air then I come down hard on his cock, impaled by his huge shaft. Pain and pleasure surge through me as the Bondthrumsagain.

“Oh please, please, Garrick, seed me, cum in me, make me your little bitch,” I beg and moan, and he presses me against the wall. I’m trapped between the hard wall on my back and the huge beast of a man. He loses everything in his animal need to fuck me hard. Garrick growls, then roars, his head thrown back, as he presses his cock so deep inside me I’m skewered, impaled against the wall. His cock throbs as he cums, and his orgasm pushes me past the edge.

I can feel my pussy clenching, milking every spurt of his seed, and as his cum fills me, the Bond rewards me with a surge or pleasure so deep my mind is gone. All I can feel is the utter satisfaction of being his.

I collapse, my body limp, and he wraps his big arms around me, holding me tight as his softening cock twitches inside me. “Garrick, it’s too powerful,” I whimper, feeling the relief that I know won’t last long—because deep down, the Bond is still there. I know this mating won’t result in a son, because I can feel it there, a tension that doesn’t quite leave except in that one moment of ecstasy where our bodies intertwine and I lose sight of where I start and where he ends.

“I know, Sawoot, I know. I can’t even think when I’m with you. But I wouldn’t change a thing. You are my Mate-Bond, and I will honor and protect you for the rest of our lives,” he says, using one hand under my bottom to hold me up while his other runs through my hair.

I shudder, calming down. I’m so grateful I’m Bonded to him and not another. I’m glad he sent the other two away, because otherwise, the Bond would have given me no relief until both Markrin and Tar’ank had found their release in me.

“Maybe distance can help,” I say, a little nervous to how he will react. His aura gets a nervous feeling as he imagines being away from me, unable to protect me, but he sets me down gently, grabbing my pants. They’ve got a new rip in them, but I’ll be able to tighten the belt and make them workable.

I grab a clean cloth from a pile and wipe myself up. Whoever finally goes into this abandoned storage room in a decade will get a surprise. That’s his problem. I groan and grab another cloth. Garrick is a like a geyser, and so are the rest of his triad.

I can still feel his seed deep inside me as I pull my pants up, sighing to myself.

I have to get used to this new way of living with three alien warriors utterly obsessed with me. I asked for this. I wanted it, practically begged for it, and now I’ve got it, and it’s so much more intense than I ever could have imagined.

I’ve always been wild and free, living in the moment, just trying to survive another day. I knew it couldn’t last. I was looking for a way out, but the retirement I’d envisioned after our last job was a hell of a lot different than the one I got.

“Hey. You good?” Garrick’s worried. He doesn’t show much on his face, but I can feel it in his aura. When I let myself feel my emotions, he gets a vague sense of them.

“I’m okay,” I reply, giving him my best smile as we stand in a dusty closet. When the wave of urges hit me this strong, I could be in the middle of a parade and it would be impossible to resist.

I thought my retirement would consist of reminiscing with Tasha over whisky, recounting the dozens of times we barely got out with our necks. I thought I’d be running a mining business or a trading post, somewhere in the Human Alliance-controlled territories, paying my taxes like a good citizen and enjoying the protections of a legal life. I thought I’d be as far as humanly possible from the arrogant, possessive alien species that uses human women like little toys.

I thought I’d have Tasha at my side, going into business together after convincing her to give up the thieving and scraping by on the skin of our knuckles.

Garrick closes the door behind us and crooks his arm for me to take. I put mine through his, leaning against my stalwart rock. “Don’t worry, Sawoot,” he rumbles, and his voice has the satisfied edge he only gets right before he seeds me. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you comfortable.”

He’ll do his best—I don’t doubt that.

But there’s only one way to stop the Bond. Once I’m pregnant with the triad’s son, I’ll get relief. Until then, all he can offer me is words.

We walk together, arm in arm, and I let myself use him for support. Somehow, I think my adventuring days aren’t behind me, but they’ll be different now. I’ll face whatever comes my way with the three of them behind me.

We pass a triad of Aurelians, brutal men, the leader of their triad missing an eye from one of many battles against Scorp or Toad. They bow their heads to Garrick, and he nods back. Everyone on the ship knows we put ourselves in the line of fire of the entire armament of the mothership to make the plan work. There’s an extra layer of deference for a Bonded Triad. They know we’ll be responsible for repopulating their dying species.

There’s a hell of a lot of responsibility on my back, but all I want to do is live my life with these men. We walk to the loading bay, pausing at the top of the steps and looking down. I watch as two triads of Aurelians lug the massive chest into the back of Garrick’s Reaver.

“Careful with that!” booms out Tar’ank, standing with his arms crossed as the triads load up the Reaver. The Orb is indestructible. He’s giving them a hard time because his silver aura is on edge, and he needs somewhere to vent his frustrations. Garrick pulled me away from him when his blood was up, the Mating Rage boiling in his veins, and he hasn’t sated himself in me. He’ll be on edge until he does.

My body responds. I can’t help it. There’s this violence to Tar’ank, this brutality that’s in your face and fully focused on me when he’s fucking me. Staring into his angry, silver eyes as he’s balls deep in me is intense.

I force down the arousal. The Bond doesn’t thrum, so I’m able to keep myself from running to him—barely. Garrick’s Reaver is flanked by two other Reavers, pristine and newly washed, the ones Aelon gave to him.

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