Page 59 of Crown Prince's Mate

“Tell me, how does it work?” My voice is not much more than a whisper.

“What you think will become reality. This material will obey your mind.Link to her,”he says in Aurelian, speaking to the room itself.

There’s no change in my mind. There’s no indication it worked.

But when I focus on the floor, looking down and holding my hand out, it follows my imagination. The floor pools and forms upwards into a long pillar of black, until it presses against my palm, cool to the touch.

“Incredible. Why don’t you use this in combat?”

“We’ve tried. We lost the ways of making these rooms, and the material cannot be brought outside, or it becomes inert, never to function again.”

“Like the minerals of Etherion they use to form their cities.”

“Even our species has lost much. We are a shadow of our former self. Each iteration of us born in the cryo-bays, lessened from the last, like a reflection that grows more blurry each time.”

Gallien steps forward towards me. His short, platinum hair gives him a more disciplined look than his two savage battle-brothers, but the darkness in his eyes makes a chill run through me. I don’t know yet all the things he wants to do to me, and it half terrifies me…

And half makes me ache for when I finally lose control, for when I am in this room with him and his battle-brothers, and it follows their commands.

His muscled arm, bared in his formal robes, seems to glow against the darkness of the room. “Careful, Adriana. You think that linking the room to your mind means you are in control.”

He takes another step forward, and I imagine the room pressing upwards. A wall forms between us, from the ceiling to the floor, and I test imagining it transparent. It changes, instantly, forming an invisible barrier between us. Gallien puts his hand against it, staring through, licking his lips like a wolf hunting prey.

There’s no frustration in his eyes, no defeat, no admission that the wall that stops him in his tracks even exists. I imagine the floor rushing up, more precisely, and I form it in my mind to a leash of the black material that wraps around his neck.

To my surprise, he has no anger in his eyes.

He watches me with an infuriating… amusement.

“You can only control this room if you can control yourself. When the lust builds in your mind, until you forget your ownname and call out mine… you will lose control of this room. Careful, Adriana. You should stop before it’s too late.”

His voice is dark, deliciously threatening, knowing that I’ll rise to his challenge. We’re playing games with each other, and I know he can see my hard nipples through my dress, taste the lust between my legs, feel how I react to his words. He reaches down to his belt and pulls it from his robe, not moving with the leash around his neck, handing his belt and blade to Titus, who places it down near the entrance.

Then Titus places his own blade and belt to the floor and sheds his robe. He turns to face me, his savage black hair, thick and unruly, cascading to his huge, broad shoulders. He is a barbarian, a beast incarnate, pure, savage strength. He’s over seven feet of corded muscle and slabs of beefy flesh, the bullet wounds only accentuating his violent strength. His muscles are slick with sweat, inflamed with desire, and his body must be feverishly hot to the touch. He keeps his massive chain on, the diamond glittering against his marble skin.

I run my eyes down his body, and they fix on his cock. I can’t pull my eyes away. It is so hard it curves upwards, thicker than my wrist, this terrifyingthingthat would stretch me and rip me in two. After him and his triad, no human man would ever seem like anything more than a joke. Every pounding beat of his heart makes his cock throb and drip pre-cum steadily, like a faucet, wave after wave of it coating his entire shaft with seed and pooling down against the floor. The smell of it, salty and warm, makes my mouth water.

Doman disrobes, completely unashamed in his nudity, unashamed by how his arousal is painted on his body. As he takes off his clothes, he never takes his eyes off me. He is a Viking God of a man, and if I was on Old-Earth so long ago, before we took to the stars, he would be the being that I fearedthe most, staring out at violent seas that his kind had tamed, knowing that one day, he may appear at my lands and take me.

I stop picturing the leash around Gallien’s neck, and the material becomes like black water, cascading to the floor and merging with the black base of the pleasure room. He strips, his cold, gray eyes filled with haughty arrogance, never taking them off me as he watches my eyes forced to slide down his gorgeous physique. His body is so taut, so lean, like a chiseled statue. I can’t help but imagine running my hands all over the ridges of his abs, running my tongue over his body, tasting his sweat.

It's this strange mix of emotions, the power over them, the way I make them react, the ache to surrender, to give myself in to the three.

“Imagine mirrors,” commands Doman, his voice hard and stern. The way he speaks is more direct than words, his voice so obviously used to being obeyed that despite it being me who controls the room, the image flickers into my mind before I can stop it. Every surface of the room gleams, the ceilings, walls, and floors reflecting us in all directions, so I am surrounded by the shapes of the alien conquerors. Their legs are flexed, their buttocks taut, ready to press forward and thrust into me.

I let the wall between us fall, rejoining the floor, but the three aliens do not cross. They stand, waiting, barely controlling their bodies, their chests heaving with each breath as they fight to control the Mating Rage.

Neither of us wants to snap first. We’re playing a game with each other, testing each of our control, but I want to even the stakes.

“The rings. Take them off. I want you to be as you truly are.”

Doman’s eyes narrow into glowing blue slits. “Careful, Adriana. If I take the ring off, I won’t be able to control myself. Not here. If I get my hands on you… IwillBond you to me.”

This game is more dangerous than I had imagined... but I can’t stop now. I’m pushing forward by instinct, unable to stop myself.

I imagine vines coming from the mirrored walls. As they stretch out from the mirrors, they become black and slick, wrapping around his legs, keeping him planted to the floor. “I’m in control,” I say, my chin up, meeting their challenge.

“I’m warning you, Adriana. One little slip of your mind… and you’ll lose control of yourself, and this room.”

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