Page 37 of Bonded By Savages

“Athena.” Damian’s voice is a rasp. He is a man not used to asking permission to enter.

“Come in,” I say, and the door opens.

The two big men enter. Damian’s shirt is clinging to his muscles. He’s still damp from a shower. He’s got black stubble on his jaw, and his eyes are wild, darting from me to my reflection as he first lets his gaze stroll up and down my back, then stares at me from the front. Tarak gasps, drawing in a huge breath, his cock surging up against his pants.

Damian’s holding the salve. “You’re burnt,” he says, walking into the room and opening the jar. He places it on his hands and gently strokes the back of my neck. The touch of his hands ripples up and down my body, and I bite my lip, holding back a moan as heat floods between my legs.

Aurelians can smell a woman’s lust. I can’t hide my need from him, and being so exposed next to the alpha is doing something to me.

I look at myself in the mirror. One huge alien warrior, towering above me, is putting the salve on the back of my neck, while the other wets his hands and gently strokes from the back of my hands up my bare arms.

“Don’t lie to me. Just tell me the truth. Are you good?” I bare myself to them, knowing they could pretend, trusting them to tell me what I need to here.

I want to be able to give myself to them. I want to let go.

“Good and evil don’t matter anymore. I will keep you safe, and others, too. Is that enough?” Damian’s voice is a dark rasp. He nuzzles his lips against my hair, kissing down to my ear, nibbling at it. I can feel his hot breath in my ear as Tarak’s hands slide up my arm.

“Yes,” I whisper, and Damian’s hands move down from my neck, sliding to the front of me, down my plunging neckline as Tarak steps back, pulling off his shirt. I gulp as I see all those rippling muscles, trying to ignore the brand on his chest, and his pants come off next. I have to look away as I see the wicked downward curve of his cock, not wanting to think about what it’s going to do to me. Tarak steps back, sitting on the bed, his cock bobbing with each surge of his heart as Damian caresses my body. His fingers ignite me as they slide against the fabric of the tingling pleasure dress and he finds my nipples.

I can’t resist. The dress and his hands are driving me wild. I press back, letting my body rub against him as he teases my nipples, gently stroking them. Lightning pleasure shoots through my body as he growls in my ear. He’s twice my size, his hands huge against me, and I know he could break me in half.

His cock surges up, an iron rod pressing against my back. “I’ve never been with a man before,” I whisper, my voice pleading.

“I know.”

“Please, be gentle. I’m scared,” I say, my eyes wide, but another moan rips from my body as his thumbs circle my breasts, not touching my nipples, teasing me. He pinches them ever so gently, rolling them between his thumb and index finger, and I grind my ass against his huge legs.

“I will be as gentle as I can, my Mate,” he growls, his nostrils flaring as he tastes my lust. His hands move down my stomach and grab my hips, and I shriek as he lifts me, putting me down on the bed. Tarak is sitting with his back propped up by the backboard, his legs spread, and I’m placed down against his body. Tarak grips my waist, pulling me back against him, and his cock spurts pre-cum against my back. My dress clings to me, rippling and moving, fingers all over my body. It’s so sheer I am displayed and I am more vulnerable than if I was naked.

It isn’t the thousand little strands of the pleasure dress I want.

It’s the two alien warriors I crave.

Damian stands at the edge of the bed, staring down at me, his slate-grey eyes wide and crazed, and a tremor of fear goes through my body. I’m shaking, when Tarak wraps his huge biceps around me, calming me, hugging me against his body. He kisses my ear, his breath hot. “Everything will be okay. I promise,” he whispers into my ear, and my body untenses…

Until Damian pulls down his sweatpants in a single pull.

His huge cock rears upwards. It’s curved wickedly, and it’s sobig.It slaps down against my stomach and I whimper, seeing how it goes near to my belly button, and I don’t know how it’s possible he’s going to fit. “It’s too much,” I moan, pressing away from him, but I run into the huge, beefy slabs of muscle of his battle-brother.

He pulls his shirt off, and the light of the afternoon sun flows through the window, reflecting off his pure marble skin. I can see every brutal scar, ever cut of a blade where an enemy tried to strike him down.

Each one represents a body he put in the ground. He’s a beast, a monster of a man, and I want him. I want him so primally, so desperately, my rational brain is shutting off in my desperate lust for the brute.

“The Bond will allow you,” he snarls, his voice warping, more animalistic as the Mating Rage takes over. His cock spurts pearly, slick pre-cum that coats my abdomen, and he presses his dick down with one hand, smearing the pearly alien lubricant over the sensitive folds of my sex. I moan again, and this time, it’s not out of fear.

I stare at the brand, the twin tattoos, and I don’t see evil anymore.

I see power.

Power thatneedsto protect me.

Damian presses his dick against my slick slit, while Tarak runs his hands up and down my thighs, so big behind me. His dick is an iron rod against my back, and he snarls in lust. Tarak licks the back of my ear, his huge tongue sliding down my neck.

“You will be joined to us, my Mate,” whispers Damian with religious fervor, then growls, animalistic, pressing his cock forward.

A surge of need runs through me, feverish in my veins, and I can only imagine how intense it would be when I have the Bond enhancing my desires. The savage towers over me, pressing his cock against my resistance, grunting as he tries to enter me.

His cock spurts, dripping like a hose, covering my pussy in his pearly pre-cum that mixes with my own arousal. I’m soaking wet and Tarak grabs my thighs, his huge hands so big they can wrap around my entire leg, and spreads my legs open for the alpha. I test his grip, trying to close my legs, but it’s impossible. The two of them are so much stronger than me.

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