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Athena

The two huge warriors sit back in their well-made, red leather chairs. Everything in this library smells of old wealth, though I know it was just constructed, from the wooden bookshelves filled with mighty tomes to the beautiful silver coffee carafe.

There is a small table that separates us. It’s a barrier only in my mind. They could be on me in a second. I saw how fast these two move when they need to, the violence their bodies are capable of.

They’re holding back. I know how they lust for me. I’ve heard all the tales of the overwhelming Mating Rages of the species, and I know they hold back only by a massive force of will. I’m standing, naked in front of them, giving myself to them, but they keep as still as statues, the only show of their struggle the way their hands grip the sides of their chairs…

And the huge, throbbing outlines of their manhoods. They’re wearing sweatpants. They might as well be naked in the light grey material, the lines of their manhoods clearly visible. I’ve seen them naked. The lines of their bodies are ingrained in my mind, and if they take me with those weapons, they’ll imprint themselves into me forever.

I would be ruined for any other man.

Their muscles strain against their tight T-shirts, and their slate eyes stare me down. They barely blink, drinking up my being.

I get on my knees.

There’s a thick rug in front of the fire, and it tickles my skin as I offer myself to them.

“Anything you want to do to me, you can,” I whisper, and my mouth waters at the thought of forcing my lips as wide open as they can go, taking the huge head of one of their cocks into my mouth.

I’m scared of them…

But deep down, I know there is some good to them. They are not like those bastards with the brands on their foreheads. They have some shred of honor left, some shred of the protective instincts I yearned for when I thought of the Aurelian species.

Damian growls. His muscles flex, tensing, his shirt nearly bursting under him as his cockspurts.A huge wet spot appears halfway down his thigh. I gulp, my nipples hardening more, aching for their touch. I want them gentle, I want them rough, I want them with every fiber of my being.

“I will find a solution. They will not be given to the Priests. I promise you this, Athena.” Damian growls out the words, but his voice has changed. It’s deeper, more growly, as if he’s losing the ability to speak.

I look down, so shy, knowing what this means.

They accepted my offer.

Now they will take me.

A tear drips down my cheeks. I’m scared. I’m scared of what these two are going to do to me, when they lose themselves in the rage.

He told me he was going topunishme. I imagine myself over his lap, helpless as he spanks me, until he loses himself fully to the animal need and breeds me in front of the fire. I’d be a shaking, helpless mess, and when he’s done with me…

The second would take his turn.

Aurelians are insatiable. It might not end there.

The chair scrapes against the stone floor as Damian stands. He steps over the coffee table, and soon he’s in front of me, towering like a building above me.

Standing, I’m barely at his belly button. Now he might as well be a giant, a titan above me. He reaches down, and his huge hand circles my wrist easily.

He lifts me like I’m weightless, pulling me up to my shaking legs. His other hand strokes my cheek, gently wiping the tear. I’m trembling as Tarak stands, the two huge bodies blocking me in against the fire. There’s nowhere to run.

Damian’s thick fingers gently run under my chin. He’s gasping for air, breathing deeply, his huge, powerful chest pressing against his soft grey T-shirt. I love the stony hue to his skin. He just looks so sturdy, so stable, so powerful.

He forces my chin up with a light push of a finger, forcing me to meet his alien gaze. He hangs there for a moment, the tension rising, then leans down.

His lips find mine.

Oh Gods, but his lips find mine, and I melt under his touch. His power, his dominance, washes over me, and I can only imagine how intense it will be when I can feel his being in my mind.

I yearn to give myself to him, fully, but I’m so scared. He pulls me closer to his body, and the huge iron rod of his cock presses against my stomach. I try not to think of howdeephe would be if he thrust that thing inside me.

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