Page 23 of Bonded By Savages

No.

I willnotlet myself be attracted to Fanatics. They were at the gates, negotiating with foul Priests.

But no matter how much my mind tries to force me to hate them, my body betrays me.

So far, some of the rumors of the Aurelians have been true, and others, false. I thought a follower of Obsidian would claim me despite my terror. On the other hand…the lewd rumors that their alien cocks leak pre-cum like a faucet were very, very true.

I heard once, when a friend was giggling and drunk, that Aurelians can sense your emotions by your scent.

My cheeks flush red in humiliation. I had a tendril of insistent lust when they manhandled me.

Did they taste it? Did they feel my body begging for their might?

Even as I cursed them as savages, they would have known that deep down, Iachefor them.

This is all wrong. I wanted, one day, to find a triad of proud, noble warriors. I knew it was nothing more than a fantasy, a foolish dream of a woman who grew up in a dingy space station and studied every night to improve her situation. Who hasn’t dreamed of being the queen to a mighty triad, of being their most cherished connection for eternity?

Who doesn’t dream of the thousand-year lifespan the Bond gives you by their side, siring their perfect, powerful sons?

I gulp. These two stand for everything I hate.

The universe is growing more and more perilous. I heard reports of whole planets swallowed up by Scorp before I was captured, and I knew I was running out of time to get to safety when I was captured.

Some of the strong protect the weak. That is what the Aurelian Empire stands for.

The Fanatic followers of Obsidian use their strength totakehumans.

I need to find a way to escape…

Once I’ve secured safety for the five servants I yelled at to come with me. I’m indebted to them. I save their lives, and I have a responsibility for them. If it wasn’t for me, they’d be back on the Toad planet, not trapped on Obsidious, surrounded by brutal beasts.

They’ve been gentle enough—when I obey. The two of them made it painfully clear that the five servants are theirs to do with as they see fit, once they are healthy enough.

I feel disgusting and sweaty, and I’m aching for a shower, but I’m exhausted to the bone. I can barely keep my eyes open. The bed has a hard mattress, but the pillows are soft as a dream, pulling me towards sleep.

I try to pull myself up, to take a shower, and I get the water on before I realize the shower is spitting out fresh butter and I’m a newly baked bun, and I lose myself to the dream, not fighting anymore.

7

Damian

The thick wooden table is dented and bruised from where we hit it, trying to fight back our shameful lust.

There is nothing wrong with wanting your Mate. It is the most natural urge in the universe. But to have nearly snapped, to have that fragile creature over my lap and have to force myself not to spank her, is a personal failing.

“She’s so fragile,” I growl.

I need her to follow my orders without question. We are on a planet surrounded by men I can no longer trust.

I followed the Priests without thought. Once we left the Aurelian Empire, we were committed. We were put on the Kill List. There’s no going back. We lost our honor, our purpose, everything that had seemed so important when we were fighting in the dark caves of Scorp nests and dodging las-cannon fire battling pirates.

On the Orb-Shift out, we lost Raython, and the void needed to be filled with revenge. That’s what happens with a vacuum. Nature demands it be filled, like the weak leaders of the Aurelian Empire demand revolution.

I earned the two tattoos with mindless killing, going where they pointed without question. Now I’ve earned my Mate, and I cannot afford the luxury of thoughtless action.

I press my half-hard cock down my pant leg, marveling at the rip in the front. I was so hard it was painful.

“She’ll be back to health soon,” answers Tarak, but his aura has a strange coldness to it.

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