Page 22 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

Something twisted goes over Krazak’s visage. I see it in the corner of my eyes as I stare at the beautiful creature in front of me, but this darkness contorts his features for a split second, before he regains control.

“Mate or not, she insulted my honor.” Krazak says the words in the Common tongue, so she can understand. There’s no flicker of fear in Rachel’s eyes. She looks up with fierce insolence, determined to set the other women free.

“Whatever punishment I earned, I’ll take it,” she says, as if to prove her strength. I growl at the thought of putting her over my lap and spanking her, hard and fast, turning her bottom red.

I must treat this woman like we will treat this planet.

For the safety of both, there can be no defiance. No rebellion.

Nothing but instant obedience.

My cock surges up, painfully hard.

7

Rachel

The alien warlord stares down at me, running his huge fingers under my chin. He is a titan of a man. I barely reach to his chest, and his robe is carelessly open, so I catch a glimpse of his hard, sweaty abs when I tear my gaze downwards. The smell of him is intoxication, this mix of sweat, testosterone and alien beast that fills my nostrils and makes me crave him. His robes tent outwards as his huge dick throbs in need for me.

The anticipation of punishing me is turning him on. I’m melting under his dominance, my body reacting to his power. After the terror of the Scorp attack and being abandoned to death on a forsaken planet, his strength and will reassures me in the strangest way. If he were a human, he would be nearly forty, grizzled with age and experience, his thick black beard tickling me as he gets in closer. I imagine him leaning in, kissing me, his tongue swirling in my mouth as he truly makes he his.

He slowly puts his hand around my wrist. I don’t pull away. I don’t fight. He pulls me in closer to his body, and I feel his iron rod. It’s massive. I heard horrible rumors of Aurelians—that they whip their harem women when they’re bad, that they spank them until their asses are red and they are crying, desperate messes of submission.

Some women crave that, travelling the universe to volunteer on Colossus. I’ve caught glimpses of my own desire for their power as I try to sleep, heat between my legs. It happened when I first saw the vision of this triad. Now it’s like a fever rushing up in me, my nipples hardening in desperate, shameful lust.

I chose this, knowing what it would mean.

I crave it.

General Ra’al steps in closer. His eyes have a new heat to them. “You’ve been through much. You may come to our palace, to recover before you take your punishment.”

I’m not ready for whatever they are about to do, and his reprieve makes me relieved, but General Orr’s hand is still wrapped around my wrist.

An edge of defiance pulses up in me. These three men are brutal, but they did not earn me by the rights of their laws. If I am to belong to them, it will be by my own doing. I’m no longer the woman who served, trading ten years of her life for a false promise of safety. The long hours firing from the windows, cutting down Scorp seconds before they pushed past the wall, gave me a strange strength I didn’t know I was capable of.

“No. I do not need special treatment.”

I fought for my life. It’s mine to give—and they will see I am not some harem toy to be played with. Then I realize my mistake. My defiance is misplaced. I was near freedom at the end of my service, freedom that I fought my entire life to get, but if this Aurelian triad gets control of me, they will never let go.

I need them to underestimate me. To think that I am cowed, broken, desperate for them. It’s my only chance to escape, once they get their grasp on me. I look up at Orr, staring up at his strong jaw, his intense grey gaze.

“You saved my life,” I say, making my voice softer. “I’m yours to do with as you wish. Here, or in the palace.”

Orr licks his lips. He’s breathing heavier, his huge chest moving with every big breath. “You insulted an Aurelian Commander. This will not be easy for you, my sweet little mate.” His hand moves down from my chin, running over the sensitive nape of my neck.

I can’t stop the moan of need from escaping my lips. As much as these three scare me, the way he touches me drives me wild. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s this instinctive, yearning need for them…

And I no longer know if I am playing a part, or craving it.

Orr breathes in, his nostrils flaring, and I know he can taste my lust. His fingers trail down the front of my robe, opening it, and he feels my hard, sensitive nipple. I whimper as his grip tightens. He pulls, hard, pain and pleasure shooting through me as I’m brought closer against his sweat-soaked body, his huge dick throbbing against me.

There’s a brutality to him, from deep within his being, and I get the first surge of regret as fear spikes, the adrenaline making everything more intense.

“I can handle it,” I say, but my voice is not much more than a whisper.

He grunts as his hands go down to my waist, and lifts me over his broad shoulder like I’m weightless. My world spins. There are gasps from the other servant women as he marches me towards the bench. I catch their eyes, then they look downwards, ashamed for me, grateful that my actions could spare them a lifetime of servitude to the alien species.

Then I can only see the ground, and his broad back, covered in the fine black woven material of his robe.

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