Page 37 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

I was almost able to pretend things were normal when I was getting my hair done with Raneeda and Nash. The three of us got closer, sharing the same experiences of having our lives ripped apart, all of us facing death.

With the three Aurelians in the same room with me, there’s no pretending life will ever go back to anything resembling what it used to be. They are titans. And they view me as their possession.

“You are ready. We will present you to the planet and to my troops.” Ra’al says it as an order, a phrase meant to be obeyed.

“What…what shall I wear?” My voice wavers as I ask.

Orr licks his lips. He reaches into his robe. It opens enough that I get a view of his hard abs, his body defined and powerful. He pulls out a fine white package, tied up with a neat bow, and rips it open, pulling out a pale, coral dress.

It’s so sheer it looks like tissue paper.

“What is that?” I ask, but I already know.

A pleasure dress.

Orr doesn’t answer my question, but hands it to me, our fingers touching each other as I take the dress. It’s alive under my hands. The material is almost liquid, tiny little strands of the material vibrating against my touch, tickling and teasing me.

“I’ll go into the other room and change,” I say, pulling the dress to my chest, but before I can, Orr has his huge hand wrapped around my wrist. It’s tight. He could feel my pulse.

“Here. You will change here.”

Raneeda and Nash are frozen. They’ve seen me naked when I bathed. This is different. I gulp, trying to pull away from the savage’s grip, but he doesn’t let go.

After what feels like an eternity, he releases his grip ever so slightly, and I pull my hand from his grasp.

I swallow hard and wriggle out of my bathrobe. No one helps me this time as I drop it to the floor.

The three aliens are staring with an intensity that scares me—but also excites me. I can’t hide how my body reacts. My nipples are hard buds, and I know they can smell the scent of my need, the constant ache when I’m near them.

Gods, but it would be so easy to give in. Orr promised me I’d crawl to them. I’m nude in front of the three warriors, holding the dress awkwardly to try and cover some part of my breasts and failing. The three of them are breathing heavier, their nostrils flaring as they taste my scent.

Why do they hold back? Why? Aurelians are famed for their Mating Rage, and these three are beastly as any. I can’t help but imagine them picking me up, throwing me over their shoulder, and marching me into the room with the massage table to take me. Orr licked my arousal from his finger when he spanked me. I get the sudden image of being on all fours, my ass arched up, with Ra’al’s huge hands gripping my hips tight, pulling me back to meet his…

If I give in, there’s no escape. Leaving Trebulous wouldn’t get me free. When an Aurelian claims his Mate, he enters her mind. I’ve heard the darkest rumors of the Bond, and though some part of me is drawn to it, I couldn’t handle it.

I tremble in front of the three men, my hands shaking, struggling to pull on the dress. They don’t help me. They watch my body writhe and wriggle as I try not to tear the paper-thin material of it.

The dress molds itself to my body as I smooth it against my legs. It’s short, going just halfway up my thighs, so sheer my body is on display. I swallow hard, trying to gain my courage, and stand up straight. Hunching over and trying to cover myself would be fruitless. My nipples, already hard and sensitive from being exposed to the alien warriors, point obscenely through the fabric.

The dress is sleeveless with a high neck, but it might as well be a coat of paint on my naked body. Everyone who looks at me can see everything. The tuft of hair above my mound, the curves of my hips, the hardness of my nipples that betray my desperate, barely suppressed need for the Aurelians.

“You want me to address the people like this?” I suppress a moan as thousands of little fingers tease my nipples, run up and down my back, tickle into my inner thighs. I writhe, but it only seems to make the strands of the pleasure dress contort tighter to my body, finding my most sensitive spots.

Ra’al looks down at me, and I fight the urge to look away. “Yes. All must witness the glory that belongs to them if they follow us into battle. All will see the pure honor of a triad Bonding their Mate.”

My eyes go wide as a wave of fear and lust hits me, the emotions raw and primal, feeding on each other and intensifying both.

They don’t plan to have me address the city.

They plan to breed me in front of them.

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Kriz

The wave of lust and fear that emanates from her when Ra’al tells her she will be Bonded publicly is intoxicating. It’s dripping from her, this urgent, desperate need to be claimed. She must be imagining presenting that fertile slit to us at this moment, arching her ass up instinctively for our seed.

Her lips may be painted a deeper shade of red, but the flush of arousal on her cheeks is purely her. Her lips part slightly as she breathes heavier. She craves it. And not just us. She wants to be displayed, to be publicly shown her place as our breeding toy. It is her nature, and she cannot deny it for much longer.

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