Page 69 of Bonded By Savages

War’s coming. We watched huge warships disappear into the void as we breached the atmosphere, guided by Obsidian himself. If there’s a counterattack, I didn’t want us to be on the planet down below. Tarak told me how safe it was, how because of the Orb-Disruptors no ship can Orb-Shift into the sector, even if they were brave enough to brave the void, but I feel better already knowing there’s another triad living with a Bonded Mate above.

No one can truly understand what I’m going through. No one but another woman connected to a triad of Aurelians so intimately.

We land in the bay, and the huge doors close shut behind us. The Reaver side door opens, and we walk out together, the three of us, me in the front. I’m wearing a pink pleasure dress, so sheer I know that my triad can see every inch of my body. Maybe it’s not appropriate for meeting people we’re going to be living with for the first time, but I don’t much care. I love the way they look at me when I’m in barely anything, the only solid part of my outfit the black and gold collar I wear around my neck.

Raython particular enjoys leashing me while he takes me, fucking me while I’m attached to his collar. He’s the most dominant of the three, without any need to punish me. While Damian and Tarak both have sadistic edges to their pleasure I love, Raython is simply a beast, a powerful, monstrous man who knows I belong to him.

In front of us are double stairs leading up to a doorway that opens. Three Aurelians stride through. “Stop there! You’ve got three batteries of las-cannons aimed straight at you.”

My triad tenses up, going into battle stance, as the three men stomp down the stairs. The three Aurelian warriors stand across from us, their hands near their Orb-Weapons.

“This close, you’d kill us both,” snarls Damian.

The triad doesn’t answer. They stare us down. The leader is a big beast, with golden hair down past his shoulders and light blue eyes that glisten. To his left is a pretty-boy that looks like a surfer, with gold eyes, like a cat, orange and red that gleam with intelligence. And to his right is a massive warrior.

His veins are contorted and green, and I gasp as I see them. Scorp-Blood. When I was a kid, people told scary stories about the Scorp-Blooded Aurelians, aliens who had survived the near-certain death of Scorp venom and ended up even more beastly. The three of them are wearing battle-armor, reinforced, that could block a knife.

I don’t need my warriors to hide their brands anymore. They stand bare-chested, in only combat pants.

“What have you gotten us into…”I telepath to Tarak.

“Nothing we can’t handle.”Raython’s voice echoes in my mind, and I smile, feeling his strength. None of my triad are worried. They have a certainty to them that comes from the three of them reunited. They would face down a Scorp Queen without blinking.

Tarak steps forward, his hands up, away from his Orb-Blade and addresses the leader. “Ark. We fought in the battle of Acrepius 7. The three of you were fierce. This station is huge, and as we said, we can benefit by working together to protect it.”

“We can handle our space,” growls the Scorp-Blooded Aurelian.

“We ask that you grant us leave to stay here.” Damian states the words directly to their leader, looking him in his eyes, Bonded Triad to Bonded Triad, alpha to alpha.

“Drop your weapons,” says Ark, not breaking eye contact. “Slowly. Pull the Orb-Hilts out and drop them.”

Raython growls, low, but Damian grabs his. “Imagine this was us, living here with our Mate. You would do well to be suspicious as well. We’re dropping our weapons.”

“That won’t be necessary!” comes a high-pitched voice from the top of the stairs. “I’m Aria! Sorry about the welcome, or should I say, unwelcome. The boys made me agree they’d check you out before they let you on board. They’reveryprotective,” she says, smiling.

My jaw drops.

“Oh Gods, is this my future?” I say, looking up at her.

She enormous, that’s the only way to describe it. I’ve seen pregnant women. This is something else. Her stomach is big, but it’s her breasts that make my jaw drop. They hang, huge and swollen, her nipples pressing against her dress. I quickly lower my hand when I realize I’m touching my own smaller breasts, imagining them swelling to that size.

She laughs, then winces, her hands against her belly. “Don’t make me laugh, I’ll pee. I’ve got a bladder the size of a juice box. Yes, if that golden circle around your neck means you’re pregnant, you’re going to be a whale. I’m nine months in. This damn pregnancy lasts ten. Please! Men, step aside. She’s with a son—they would never fight us, not with that to lose.”

Her triad steps back, their hands slowly moving away from their weapons. I realize they weren’t trying to be unfriendly. They’re just scared of losing their Mate, just as my triad would be.

“Thank you for letting us stay here,” I say, looking up at her. “No, please don’t come down!” I say, as she grabs the railing, about to brave the stairs. The Scorp-Blooded beast snaps, running up to stop her, his huge legs eating up the steps four at a time as he grabs her by the arm, the massive beast of an Aurelian looking at her with pleading eyes.

“Again, I’m sorry,” says Aria. “You’re our first visitor in a while. Okay, ever. Not a single Fanatic creep or a Priest is allowed up here,” she says, blaspheming them easily. “Alright, I’m coming down.”

“Please, you must rest,” pleads the savage beast of a Scorp-Blooded Aurelian.

“I’ll rest when I want to, mister,” she says, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Come on, let’s go,” I say to my triad, urging them up the stairs so our way-too-pregnant hostess doesn’t come down. We follow the other two of her triad up the stairs, and they lead us into a hallway.

Plants are growing from vases, vines running down the length of the hallway. I was expecting it to be sterile and warlike on the station, which is one of the many orbital defense hubs around Obsidious, but it’s welcoming and alive.

“Let me give you the tour,” says Aria.

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