Page 85 of Crown Prince's Mate

“Enough of this game, let me down!” I say, sputtering over his back, my cheeks flushing red with indignation. The sheer size of the Aurelians always feels theoretical until they manhandle me like a toy. There might be some humans near their height,but none have the bulk and strength of the alien species, corded muscles with dense strength, their bodies like coiled springs.

“Now why would I do that?” Gallien runs his huge hand over my ass, gently stroking my skin as I am trapped helplessly over his shoulder.

I smack his back, harder, and gasp as he returns my helpless attempt to wriggle free with a heavy, resounding spank on my ass. I writhe in his arms, but he keeps me firmly over his shoulder, ignoring my futile struggle.

“Gallien!” He squeezes my ass in response, a low growl deep in his throat, and his fingers slide gently towards my slit. He truly is insatiable, and he loves to take control.

The idea flickers in my mind, and instead of fighting him, I go limp. I press a kiss on his broad, muscled back as water runs down his physique, cascading off him like rain on a statue. “Sir, would youpretty pleaselet me down?” I keep my voice soft and submissive, and his body tenses in response.

He sets me down in front of him, and my eyes widen at the effect of my words. His cock is rock hard in seconds, pulsing to life, curving upwards. I run my hands over his wet abs, trailing my fingers closer to the monstrosity between his legs, and look up at him. His slate-gray eyes are wild with need. He wasn’t expecting this side of me.

“Thank you,sir,” I coo, and his dick throbs in response, a pearly string of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

“Careful there, Adriana.”

“Oh? You’re the only one allowed to have fun?” I give him a wicked grin, then step back, my back hitting the wall, and I put my finger up. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, mister. He’s going to have to wait.”

It’s tempting. I didn’t think I could want a man as much as I do the three Aurelians. Standing in front of over seven feet of muscled perfection, chiseled abs and raw strength with thathuge, perfectly formed cock hard as diamond in front of me is hard to resist. Gallien raises his hands and puts shampoo on them, gently washing my hair, and I close my eyes, letting the alien clean me, the warm water making their seed drip down my legs and away.

He gives the command to the AI to dry us off, and we walk out together. He grabs a thick cotton bathrobe, which to my surprise is in my size, and puts it on me.

“Come with me,” he says. “I want to show you something.”

“Nice try. I’ve already seen the pleasure room. You’re not getting me in there,” I say, but my heart quickens, imagining him throwing me over his shoulder and pulling me in while I kick and flail, unable to do anything to escape him.

“No, something else,” he says, a sly look in his eyes.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises.” He doesn’t even bother to put on a robe, completely comfortable in his nudity, and I have to admit I enjoy watching his physique as I follow him down the hallways. Everything about him is in perfect proportion, the V taper of his broad shoulders down to his taut waist, the roll of his well-formed, taut buttocks, his powerful hips designed to thrust.

Gallien raises his hand, and a door to his right opens automatically. He steps aside, motioning me in with a smile.

It’s a room bigger than the meeting room in my ship, and it’s filled with clothes, floating in rows, from ballroom gowns to sweatpants and hoodies, fur coats that could warm you in a blizzard, hundreds of pairs of shoes.

I’m stunned. “My sister would love this,” I say, thinking of her instantly, as I walk to the row of coats, running my hand through the thick white furs.

“Then I’ll have another made for her and sent to Virelia in her size,” says Gallien.

“She’d take over the entire house with the wardrobe,” I laugh in awe. “All of these, for me? I could wear a new outfit each day for a lifetime.”

The look in his eyes tells me he was thinking of a Bonded lifetime.

“How did you know my size?”

“You’re my obsession, Adriana. When I saw you, you were seared into my mind. I see you every time I close my eyes. I’ve watched every parliamentary address, every public appearance.”

I raise my eyebrow at him and walk down the next row. “And who were these for? They’re way too big. If you think this is my cup size, you’re dreaming.” I say, running my hand over dresses.

He just smiles at me, and I get it. “Oh, I see.”

“I planned for every eventuality.”

I look past the row of maternity wear, and another row, nearer to the back of the room, catches my eyes. The back of the room is a mirror, and like flowers, the pleasure dresses hover in the air. They seem to react to the minute changes in temperature of my body, the fine strands gently rippling and shimmering. As if I am entranced, I walk down the row and run my fingers over a vibrant yellow pleasure dress, so sheer and low cut I would feel more naked in it than wearing nothing at all.

“I feel like I’ve got a stalker.” I turn, and Gallien is gone. My heart pounds. I look in the mirror, for any sign of him, but he’s gone.

I turn, and he’s there, towering over me, bringing his hand up to my chin and gently stroking it as he leans in for a kiss. When we break it off, his cock is rock-hard once more. “Try it on.”

“Turn around and close your eyes,” I say, and he does, turning away from me as I slip the bathrobe off.

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