Page 95 of Sawoots Story

“Are we good?” I look at my triad one by one, searching their expressions. Even when I can feel their auras, I need to see they understand why I had to do this.

Garrick cocks his head to the side, giving me a long look before speaking. “I don’t like it. But I accept it. As long as you’re not out of sight when you use it. Not even for a second.” His aura floods with protectiveness, and I know he’s imagining the worst. His huge hand comes up, cradling my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze, that suddenly gets more than just protective.

He’s possessive. He owns me. “Say it. Say you won’t go out of my sight when you wear it.”

“I won’t go out of your sight, Garrick,” I answer quickly, loving how dominant he gets when it’s my safety at risk.

“Not for a second.” He growls out the command, and my pussy clenches at his stern tone.

“Not for a second,” I answer, submitting easily to him. It feels so right. He kisses my forehead, gentle and tender, and I can feel how stressful it is for him to imagine me being gone from his mind forever. I just experienced life without the Bond, and I forgot how lonely it was.

I turn to Tar’ank. He’s the one I’m most worried about. There’s an edge of anger to him. I run my hands over the alpha’s chest. “If I get out of sight for a second, I guess you’re going to have to spank my ass red,” I say, looking up at him and craving his aggression. I love when he fucks me like a beast, when he channels all of his violence and rage into destroying me, breaking me, turning me into his bitch.

I need his touch, gentle or rough, and I need him in my mind.

The Bond’s been so intense that fucking has been quick, desperate sessions, like you’re dying of thirst and found a stream of clear water. You don’t wait a second. You just dive in, drinking until you’re sated.

I want to experience everything my triad has to offer. I want to feel his cruelty, the edge to his lust that scares and excites me.

His silver eyes are hard. I reach into his pants, grabbing the thick base of his cock. I can’t even wrap my hand around it.

The old me is back, like I never lost her. I get a wicked idea. I look up at him, smirking in a way I know will make him angrier. “I know you’re pissed…. Why don’t you take it out on my naughty little ass in the pleasure room?”

He snarls in need. I want him to put me over his lap and spank my bottom red. His anger burns, and I realize he’s not pissed off at me. He’s angry at a universe full of danger, and hates himself for not knowing if he can keep me safe.

If he’s going to take that anger out on my ass, there’s no way I’m putting the ring on. The Bond makes pain oh so pleasurable, and I need it to handle his rage. He steps forward, pushing me back, and his huge hand darts up and wraps around the back of my head at the last second before I slam into the wall. He kisses me deep, his tongue swirling into my mouth, claiming me.

When he breaks off the kiss, I’m gasping, so turned on I’m helpless to my desires, just waiting for another wave of the Bond to break me. His silver eyes are molten with fire.

“I’m going to punish your naughty little asshole,” he growls, reaching into my pants. I wriggle, trying to get away, but his fat finger presses against my too-tight hole. He’s going to utterly claim me. I’ve been aching for this forever, but I’ve been too scared. Even with the Bond, he’s just too big, too thick. He curls his finger, and I get a naughty, ticklish sensation from him.

If he got the thick, base part of his cock past my resistance…

I shudder at how powerless, how completely claimed I will feel.

“I go first,” growls Garrick.

He might not be as violent and rash as Tar’ank, but he is the undeniable leader. For a second I think Tar’ank will snap like he did in the pleasure room. He pulls his finger from my pants, stepping back.

I slip my pants off. It’s either that or having them rip my clothes like they’re paper and having to make the trek back to the other side of the station naked. I nearly trip as I kick my pants off, and Garrick picks me up, lifting me in the air like I’m a toy. He lifts me until I’m completely in the air, and rests my pussy on his face, lapping like a madman. The sensation is electric, but I need more.

The other two are staring at me, licking their lips like I’m dinner. An electric surge of pleasure is magnified by the Bond. My nipples are hard points, and I toy with them, pinching and pulling them as Garrick devours me. I nearly cum when he lifts me off his soaking wet face andimpalesme on his thick, rock-hard cock.

I scream out in pleasure and a hint of sweet pain as I’m stretched to the limit. He stares into my eyes, his golden orbs filled with need as he slams every inch of his dick into me in one hard thrust. He’s letting me know I’m his possession.

“You belong to me,” he growls, and his aura floods with the need to keep me safe. I’m not just his toy. I’m his whole future, his whole life, his everything. It feels like he’s in my fucking stomach and my mouth is wide open, unable to form words as he lifts me up again. I brace myself as his cock nearly leaves my entrance, but nothing can prepare me for the rush of pleasure as he slams me back down on his shaft. My body has been molded by the Bond to take him, but I’m at the absolute limit, my eyes rolling back.

Drool is dripping from my lips, but I can’t do anything as I wrap my hands around him weakly, feeling so tiny and helpless as he grips my ass hard and lifts me, forcing me back down on his dick. I was on the verge of cumming from his tongue, and he’s keeping me right on the edge, so close to relief but not quite getting there.

I’m a bitch in heat naturally for the alpha. Then the Bond hums to life. My mind melts. Every instinct I have to submit to the alien warriors roars up to a crescendo, and the pure pleasure of being taken hard makes my eyes glaze over. I barely notice that Garrick is turning me away from the wall.

“Oh Gods,” I gasp, when I feel Tar’ank press forward from behind me, sandwiching me in with Garrick. There’s a steel rod against my asshole, and it’sso much biggerthan his finger that toyed at my entrance.

Garrick presses me down against his cock, throbbing in me, resisting the urge to buck his hips and rut me. His aura is overflowing with need. He’s never wanted to seed me so badly, but he presses me down as his battle-brother rubs his thick cockhead against my asshole.

“It’s too big,” I whimper, as Tar’ank’s cock spurts pre-cum into my tight little hole. He feels my need through the Bond. I hear him take a huge breath as he smells my arousal, my absolute need to be claimed like this.

I wrap my legs and arms around Garrick, craving stability as I’m lifted up like a toy, and I bite my lip as Tar’ank presses his cock forward.

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