Page 91 of Sawoots Story

I asked for it. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but I need relief.

“Me and Theme were talking about this.” Theme looks away, and I can tell he didn’t want this brought up. He’s never relaxed around the Aurelians—or around what the Bond does to me.

Tar’ank fists my hair, rubbing my scalp with his big fingers. His cock hardens, a huge snake down his leg right by where my head is resting, and I know he’s imagining ripping my clothes off and taking me hard, right here and now. I’m going to have to tell Theme and Larixa to leave pretty soon. Even with all my willpower, I can’t hold it at bay forever.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. When you guys escapedThe Instigator, the Bond got cut off for Tasha, right? That was a high-tech disruptor field from the Galactic Wars that’s made for cutting off communications. Those Toads probably didn’t even know it could cut off the Bond, since it hasn’t been needed in millennia. Turns out, the tech works at a smaller sale. Costs a fortune, but you can buy Bond Disruptor rings. Look. I’ve sourced a couple potential sellers,” she says, waving her fingers at the holo-projector.

A 3D marketplace appears, showing real time prices changing by the second. Larixa flicks her fingers expertly, manipulating the tech ten times as fast as I could, and soon there’s holographic representations of black, carved rings that seem to both glow and suck up the light at the same time.

A chill goes through me. They have a menacing presence, even through the holo-vid, but I’m desperate. I’m intrigued even as the three auras of my triad have gone cold and wary, their need pressed down as they look at the marketplace like it’s a Toad attack ship.

They like being close to me. The Bond is how they know I’m safe every second, and they don’t feel the same need as me for a reprieve. They spent hundreds of years aching for their Fated Mate and the link that only the Bond can bring, and now that they haven’t, they wouldn’t trade a second of feeling my aura for anything.

It wasn’t easy to convince them to take a week’s trip with Captain Aelon’s triad that gave me the respite I so desperately needed. They bolstered the station’s defense before they left, and I could feel their uneasiness, even thousands of miles away.

I love the way they treat me. I love the ferociousness of their desires.

But sometimes…

My mind gets melted by lust. I barely feel like myself anymore.

“We don’t need this,” snaps Tar’ank, his hand ripping away from massaging my scalp to make a slashing movement that cuts the feed on the projector. I wince in pain, biting back a curse as my hair is pulled, but Tar’ank doesn’t even realize he hurt me. His need is overtaking him, and it’s made me crave him all the more.

“Leave us,” orders Garrick, commanding my friends brusquely. When the Mating Rage builds in them, they become more dominant, more stern, and a lot less patient. Larixa and Theme jump up from the couch, scurrying towards the doors to the hallway. The doors open, but before they go through, Larixa gives me an even look.

“Want to grab a drink tonight? Sky-Bar in, say, three hours?”

Tar’ank’s fingers rove to the front of my dress. I try to slap his hands away, but he slides his fingers under the top of my dress, finding my hard, sensitive nipple. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I gasp, my lust surging up. “Sure,” I yell at her, and she leaves.

Theme practically runs, his face beet red, and I sink into the hands and bodies pressed against me. The door closes, and I stop resisting.

I let myself fall into my lust, letting my mind melt, all of my stress and tension disappearing as the three alphas growl in lust.

I’m going to enjoy this one.

6

Sawoot

“Those guys can’t leave you alone, can they?”

I grin back at Larixa over the mug of beer. “Been like that all my life. The boys just can’t stop thinking about me. Guess I’m that irresistible,” I say, taking a sip. This is the first time I’ve been more than ten feet away from my triad since the Separatists split off from the Aurelian Empire.

Well, I’m only about twenty feet from Tar’ank. Garrick and Markrin are “checking over the new weapons upgrade station,” which just happens to be across the street from the Sky-Bar, the pub in our space station that has the best public view of the stars and the asteroid fields.

When my triad first described the station, I thought it would be a place to drop off your ship for quick repairs. Now I realize it’s a growing hub, with families starting to live in the hotels and asking about setting up permanent residences.

I guess in uncertain times, being near a triad of Aurelians is a safe bet.

Tar’ank couldn’t even go across the road. He told me he’d been craving the Station Ale, a brown brew that is in its second batch. The way he’s guzzling it down at the bar twenty feet away from me, they’re going to name the next batch after him.

If you told me I’d be dealing with liquor licenses and taxes a year ago, I’d have laughed. I’m just glad Theme and Markrin have such great minds for numbers, because they can easily tally how much goes to the Human Alliance whose territories we’re in, and how much goes to our coffers.

I think back to the rough, fast Mating earlier today. Gods. Surrendering to it, not holding back, is the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt. After the three of them claim me, there’s a brief respite where the Bond isn’t trying to make me rush to them and spread my legs. Even just a few hours after, the window of being myself is closing.

“I love them. Don’t get me wrong. But sometimes I think back to how fuckingfreeI used to be. No one told us where to go. No one watched over us. But more than that…it’s my mind. The fucking Bond…it’s good, hell, it’s great, but it’s so intense it makes your mind melt.”

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