Page 94 of Sawoots Story

“We need to talk,” I say, managing to get the words out before I can’t resist a second longer.

The three of them blink, looking down at me, a little confused. We’ve all been tense lately. I cock my head over to the main doors of the warehouse, and we step inside. Four men are lugging parts into the middle of the room, where the machinery is being built. I cringe as I see Patrick and Nate, two identical twins who have been among the longest-working contractors on our station. I’d rather be alone right now.

“What is it?” Tar’ank speaks in the half growl when the Mating Rage wells up in him. I half expect him to pick me up and lose control, pressing me over the steel beams of the warehouse and claiming me.

Moment of truth.

I open my hand, showing them the ring. “Look. I know you guys won’t like it, but I need this. The Bond is driving me insane. I need to be in control of my own mind.”

The three of them are dead silent, their expressions matching their icy auras. “Leave!” Garrick’s booming voice echoes, and there’s a clatter of tools dropped as the workers run out. An angry Aurelian is the most intimidating sight on the universe.

And now I have three of them, angry at me. “So what is this?” Garrick looks down at me with his golden eyes, passing judgement.

“You know what it is.”

“I knew Larixa was trouble,” snarls Tar’ank, his aura flush with anger.

I raise my finger at him. “No, she’s not trouble. She’s one of our best engineers, and she’s keeping her job. I asked her a month ago to get this for me, when I was first trying to get you guys to do a trip to give me some relief,” I say, the lie coming easily to my lips. “I didn’t want to have to make you guys leave me to get relief. Now that the Separatists are out there…it’s more important than ever that I have your protection.”

It’s a white lie. I need my triad to know I still want them, even if sometimes I need to cut off the thing they love the most.

Markrin crosses his arms, his forearms bulging out deliciously. “Let me get this straight. You got a Bond Disruptor ring, but you’re only going to use it when we’re with you?”

The tension defuses with his question. I’m grateful he can see reason.

The three aliens would never consider getting a reprieve from the Bond. Not for a second. Their only fear is being away from me when I need them. They’ve never had so much to lose.

“That’s right, Markrin. And if you guys need a break from the Bond, you can use it, too.”

Garrick shakes his head sadly. There’s a little tinge of hurt in his aura. “Perhaps it feels different for you, my mate, but I would not lose a single second of the Bond.”

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my legs buckling. I fall to my knees in front of him, my mouth open, drooling for his cock. It’s the most powerful surge I’ve ever experienced. I want—I need—his thick, throbbing cock to stretch my throat. I need to taste his cum in my mouth, shooting down my throat as he fucks my mouth rough and hard. I reach up, my hands shaking, unzipping his pants. His thick cock falls out, half hard.

Garrick reaches down. I expect him to grab my hair and force my mouth on his hardening cock like I crave so badly.

He grabs the ring and presses it onto my index finger.

I blink, staring up Garrick. The urge wave is gone. I’m still utterly turned on by the three men, still soaking wet, my pussy tingling, and I still want to wrap my lips around his hardening cock.

But the insistent pressure of the Bond enhancing my mind is gone, and not just that.

Their three auras blinked out from my mind. I could always feel their reassuring presence. The warm, protective glow of Garrick. The violent lusts of Tar’ank who would rip a man’s arm off for touching me. The devotion of Markrin, so deep it’s like I’m his Goddess.

The second it’s gone, I realize what I’ve lost. I pull myself to my feet and rip the ring off like it’s burning me. It clatters to the floor. I breathe a sigh of relief as the three auras of my triad return to my mind. I reach out to touch them, cherishing how I can feel their emotions and needs, and know that they are alive and well.

I smile at my triad, filled with joy as I am linked to them again. It’s different now. Now I have control. Giving in will be so much more exquisite.

Markrin steps forward, a wicked grin on his face. “I think you’re to regret that ring,” he says, his voice eager. “Because I’m taking you to the pleasure room tonight and putting the ring on. I’m going to tie you up and tease you until you’re a begging, whimpering mess.”

I shudder. He loves to torment me like this, but it never lasts long. He likes to hold me down and lap at my pussy until I cum against his huge tongue, and if he could resist, I know he’d tease me for hours, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm, but it always ended when the Mating Rage overwhelmed him.

Now he’s going to use the ring against me, tying me up with the vines and ropes and torturing me with ecstasy me while I plead with him to fuck me…

If I can even form words when he’s done with me.

I remember how Tar’ank strained against the vines holding him back. How I teased him with my mouth until he broke and became a beast, then let him ravage me.

I’ll feel that same loss of control. I’ll be at Markrin’s mercy.

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