Page 16 of Bonded By Savages

He means when they deserted.

I look at the bowl of soup greedily, and my stomach growls. He fills the spoon with broth, bringing it to my lips, and I sip, gratefully.

They might be savages—but I’ll need my strength if I am going to make an escape.

Damian lowers his head above mine, nuzzling my hair, breathing in. The Toad Lord keeps—kept—us pristine, bathing us in perfumes. Damian breathes in deeply, smelling the flowers, and his cock surges harder. It presses against my ass and I try to shift forward, but his hand wraps around me, pulling me against the iron rod. He grunts as he repositions himself, and his cock surges up, standing straight up against my back. His heart is pounding faster and faster, and I’m petrified as I realize what’s happening to him.

The legendary Mating Rage of the Aurelian species.

I’ve never been with a man. I knew I wanted to care about someone I was with before I could enjoy sex, and I saw two of my friends get pregnant and have the men who pretended to love them leave on the next flight out of the station. Plus, humans never could do it for me, not when I knew there were Aurelians on Colossus.

Aurelians to whom you would be just one more toy in their harem—but this is different.

These two think I am their Mate, the one woman in the universe who can bear their sons.

Tarak licks his lips across from me. I know he’s imagining running that huge tongue over my body. I can’t help but imagine it sliding over my stomach, up to my breasts…

My nipples harden, and I squeeze my legs together as heat pours between my legs. I can’t let them taste my arousal. I can’t. They’re already right at the edge, and anything could set them off. He’s so fucking big, he could lift me up and hold me down with one hand against the table while he bred me.

The leader’s cock spurts pre-cum against my back. It wets the thin dress I’m clad in, and instantly, I know another rumor about the species is true.

They’re so fucking big, they could never fit in a human…

But they’re designed for two things, killing and fucking. Aurelians have copious amounts of pre-cum, and it numbs you to the pain as theystretchyou out. It feels like a baseball bat against my back, and I’m equal parts scared and turned on in this deep, instinctive way.

He breathes in deep, smelling me, like a wolf tasting my scent.

A river of my lust goes up and down my spine, making me shiver, and I try to pull myself away, but his huge hand presses me against his body. His other hand reaches out, filling the spoon with soup, and bringing it to my lips.

I’m still starved, but I push my head sideways. “Get away from me, you savages!”

Tarak’s eyes flash. “Drink. Now.” His voice is a hard command. I have no choice. I slurp the soup. It warms my empty belly, but tears drip down my cheeks. I’m so helpless, and I don’t trust these two monsters.

“What’s…what’s going to happen to me?”

“You will be our Mate.” The Fanatic across from me says the words with finality.

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Tarak

There is a darkness in me I cannot quell. It is like a well filled with clear water, but dip the bucket too deep, and it comes back blacker than Obsidian’s blood.

When my battle-brother died, the darkness welled up. He was a savage man, but his savagery was put into goodness, killing slavers, Fanatics, and Rogue Aurelians with equal prowess.

When I tasted that my Mate was in danger, it overwhelmed me. I needed to kill whoever took her from me. Whoever had held her captive, torturing her while we could not save her. Every day apart from her, I felt a sickening helplessness.

Never again.

Never again will this innocent creature be put into danger. She must have only twenty-five years to her. I’ve lived over ten times her span, and I will use every lesson I learned in those long days to keep her safe and protected.

Even if I have to keep her in chains.

I used to be rational. Cold. Calculating. The voice of reason for our triad. Now I need to own this little creature so deeply she never wants to leave. She hates us—but she doesn’t understand the realities of the universe. She is as misled as we were back when we served the human Queen Jasmine.

Seeing her wriggle in my battle-brother’s arms ignites me. My cock swells up, because as much as she fought against him, I could taste her naked lust. That, I crave more than anything. For her to ache for me even a fraction as I ache for her.

She’s a virgin, untouched by any man, but that pales in comparison to the scent of a potential Mate. My trapezoid muscles flex, and I focus on her, ignoring everything else, wanting to rip the clothes off her frail, helpless body.

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