Page 74 of Bonded Queen: to the Alien Warlord Triad

He stands straight-backed, his silver gaze clear as he looks directly at me. “We leave in two days. The war begins.” The Orb in his weapon seems to glint, as if it can hear his words, as if it is eager for blood.

“When did you find that out? Never mind. Don’t answer that.” I swallow hard. I look up at the huge man, his body shining with sweat. The pieces of the broken combat droids hover up to the ceiling, disappearing in the square openings above. He doesn’t even have a scratch on his marble flesh.

He looks invincible. He’s a titan, standing tall and powerful. He was built for war. The black tattoos on his chest no longer look out of place. They are part of him, just like the Orb-Blade at his belt.

He looks invincible, but no one is.

“You’re fighting Aurelians, aren’t you? With Orb-Blades and Reavers.”

He nods. “Yes.”

“Will you promise me you’ll come back?” My voice shakes.

“Nothing could keep me from you, my Mate. Nothing.”

I wipe a tear from my eye. I don’t know if I’m crying for myself, for Lola, or for the three Aurelians. “How long will you be gone?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t yet know. We are striking through the rift, guided by Obsidian. They will not be ready for our attack. They do not yet know that he has the power to guide soldiers through the dangers of Orb-Shifting safely.”

“Safely? Did he guide you to here? You guys crash-landed.”

Obsidian. He was a bad dream just weeks ago, this creature leading the Fanatic aliens that people spoke of in hushed voices. They say his veins run black as oil, his heart foul and polluted. They say he eats the livers of the men he kills and throws their hearts to his two demon-wolves that are always at his side.

“He will get us there. And back. If the battle goes according to my plans, the resistance will fall within hours or days. If they were warned, then it will be drawn out.”

“When you’re gone, can I leave this place? Can I walk around the palace?”

“No. The bulk of our troops will be at war. If the Aurelian Empire has spies, this will be the time they strike. You must remain here.”

They’re going to war. All I have to do is wait.

I’m angry at him. I’m angry at him for hiding things from me—but he didn’t have to tell me. He could have gone to war, leaving me thinking that Lola was safe and sound. As mad as I am that he kept it from me for so long, I don’t know if I could have been with them if I found out some other way.

I walk to Ra’al. He stands, still, a statue, looking down at me. I put my hand on his chest, on the branded tattoos that cover his heart. “The Bond. It makes you strong, right?”

“Yes. No triad will be able to stand before us.”

The pleasure dress gently strokes my body, tiny little fingers tickling and teasing me, caressing me.

I run my hand up his muscled body, reaching up to trace his powerful jaw. He remains still, but his aura flickers with need. With my other hand, I reach into his robe, feeling the ridges of his hard, sweaty abs, down, lower, and grip the base of his already thickening cock.

His nostrils flare. He tastes my body responding to his power. I stare up at the huge beast of a man, angry at him, yet aching for him. He blinks, breathing in. He can taste my lust, yes, but also my emotions. I may be able to mute my anger and fear through the Bond, but I can’t disguise it in how I smell.

“You’re angry with me.”

“Yes, I am. But I still want you to come back alive, Ra’al.” I let my fingers trail up his jaw, to his lips. His hand whips up, gripping around my wrist, and his other hand grabs my hair, forcing me to kiss him hard and deep, his dick rearing up.

His hard, metallic eyes become quicksilver, and I feel the presence of the other two Aurelians walking up the hallway behind me, as Ra’al picks me up, kissing me as he walks forward until I’m pressed against the wall. He’s broad and huge, but I look to the right, Orr and Kriz stripping as they enter the training grounds, their auras hot with the need to claim me…

Knowing that soon, they will be at war, I let myself melt under their dominance, feeling their strength growing as Ra’al presses his cock against my slit and forces himself into me, hard and fast, holding back nothing as he makes me his.

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Ra’al

Idrive my Orb-Blade through the heart of an Aurelian who looks just like me, his face lined by hard-fought battles and centuries of war under a hundred different suns on a hundred different spinning rocks. His pure white robes stain red with hearts-blood. He grips the humming, eager blade, the stink of his seared hands assailing my nostrils as he tries to pull it out of him, his own blade deactivated, the hilt cluttering to the road.

His face contorts with rage. He spits out blood at me, and I kick him hard in the chest, so he falls back off my blade, and I dive to the side as las-cannon fire blasts down, scorching the pavement and obliterating the dying Aurelian’s body.

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