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She's so helpless.

Or, at least, that's what shewantsus to think.

But I know Allie’s plan. She wants us to lose control during our punishment of her. She knows how tempted we’ll be.

In fact, we should have refused her request...

…but we can’t.

And it isn't just because of the rule of Aurelian Law. It’s because I genuinelyacheto punish this cunning little wench. I ache to make her submit to my hand. She’s already tried to escape twice. She disabled our Orb-Drive...

This little minxneedsto learn discipline. Sheneedsto know that her actions have consequences.

Well, when I'm done with her, she's going to be crying and begging for mercy.

But Allie chose this. She’ll get exactly what she bargained for.

"Turn around," I growl, and Allie slowly turns. Her round, perfect ass is exposed to me. She's barely wearing anything – just that little slip of a dress she put on after the medical exam Daccia conducted. It hides nothing.

Through it, I can see Allie’s gorgeous curves and the beautiful shape of her fertile body. I breathe in deeply andtasteher arousal.

She aches to be punished by us.

Kitos looks over me. I know what he's going to say before he even thinks it.

"Are you sure you can restrain yourself?"

If Kitos thinks he’s going to get between me and Allie, he's wrong. There's not a man in this room who is certain he can handle the temptation of punishing the little minx in front of us. Our auras are intertwined – and I feel the hot, red rage and lust building and building up inside all of us.

The hairs all stand up on my body as I prepare myself for the sinful delight of punishing a human female.

Only, this won't be the light, over-the-knee spanking like those conducted in an Aurelian harem.

This will bediscipline.

When we're done with Allie, she'll tremble before us.

That’s when the tendrils of doubt creep their way into my mind. The scary thing is that this feels soright.

I've sated myself in women before. Each time I fucked a new one, it was ultimately a disappointment to me. Each time I sunk my raging cock into a willing human female, I quickly realized we weren’t linked – each was one was not my Fated Mate – and then I only continued the act to sate my mating rage.

I breathe in deeply, and IsmellAllie.

Her scent is a mixture of fear, arousal, and…

…and something else. Somethingdeep.

She smells clean and vibrant. She smellsright.

Gods - if I lost my eyes, or if my hands were cut off in battle, or even if my ears were burned away, I wouldstillbe happy to lay back and breathe in that scent for the rest of my days.

Daccia nods. "It's time, then. Restrain her."

The moment he barks the order, steel tendrils stretch out from the wall.

Allie gasps as the tendrils curl around her limbs – restraining her and bending her over. Like that, her ass is arched up to us – displayed for all of us to see.

Kitos hands me the whip, and I growl in need as I step forward to administer Allie’s punishment.