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“You want me to snap. Say it,” he snarls.

“I want you to let yourself free of your chain,” I whimper, and vines shoot out from the walls. They throw me into the air, wrapping around my thighs and presenting my wetness to him. Damian stands, his biceps clenching as he rubs his cock against me.

“You want to bear my son.” His words ring out, and I bite my lip, scared by how true they are.

“Get me pregnant, Damian,” I beg, and that makes him snap.

He shoves his dick into me in one violent thrust, his hands grabbing my waist, pulling me to meet his thrust as he impales me. It hurts so good, stretching me open, claiming the deepest parts of me, the Bond and his alien pre-cum letting him thrust all the way into me.

His curved dick rubs that spot inside me, and I clench down against his shaft instinctively, tightening as he takes me. He loses control, his purple eyes staring into mine as he ruts me like an animal.

He was built for this. His thighs flex, his muscled buttocks power his cock deep inside me, his body created to fuck me hard and fast. Again and again he slams his too big cock into me, the slap of flesh against flesh mixing with my own desperate moans.

His eyes glow as he transmits images into my mind. It’s me, but I’m changed. My breasts are swollen up beyond belief, my areolas three times as wide, dripping with milk as my belly is obscenely huge with his son. My mouth goes wide as I see it as clearly as if I am there, then I snap back to reality.

I cum almost instantly, as if he forced the orgasm to well up in my body, screaming out as my pussy clenches tighter, miking the alpha, and he can’t hold back. His dick hardens even more, splitting me open as he seeds me. The Bond rewards me as I cum again, giving a deep, dark edge of pleasure to my orgasm as it washes over my mind. He leans forward, kissing me, his tongue invading my mouth as he shoots jets of cum deep into me.

In the moment of his release, he loses all control of the room. The vines disappear, and I fall.

I’m caught by Tarak. He grabs me, pulling me from his battle-brother and seed drips from my pussy as he rams me against the back wall. My breath catches in my throat as he fucks me hard and fast, snarling and growling until he finds his own release. The Bondthrums,and I go limp against him, letting him claim me completely.

I’m a panting mess when he pulls his still half-hard cock from me.

He takes me in his arms, cradling me, bringing me out of the pleasure room and up the stairs to the shower. I’m still trembling as the two huge beasts turn the shower on, each standing on either side of me, squeezing me between them.

I know, deep down, they didn’t get me pregnant, because the Bond is still there, dormant for now, but never truly sated.

They wash me, stroke my muscles, massaging me, and clean my hair with fragrant shampoo. I can barely stand on my own, but they support me. Damian kisses the back of my neck, his aura pulsing with protective possessiveness.

“I’m so lucky to have a Mate like you,” he says, whispering in my ear, and I smile, shakily.

“I’m lucky to be protected by you two,” I say back, meaning it. Fuck. That was the hottest experience of my life, and we’re just getting started.

The Bond enhances a human lifespan, letting them live as long as the near-ageless aliens, who grow old slowly, centuries turning into millennia. I still can barely believe that this is my life. I’d nearly given up before I sensed the alien triad in my mind. I thought about ending it a hundred times, and it was only knowing that they might come save me, that the vision was real and I didn’t go crazy in my sorrow, that kept me going.

Now I’m with them, and it’s more than I could have ever imagined.

The shower cuts off, and Damian grabs a huge white towel. He wraps it around me and lifts me into the big bed.

The two warriors lie on either side of me. I’m the safest woman in the universe. I smile at Damian, running my hands over his chest.

I smile at him. “You said good and evil don’t matter, but I know you’re good,” I say, gently stroking his muscles, my hands touching his myriad scars.

“I’m whatever I need to be to keep you safe,” he says, and kisses me, softly, his hands running through my hair. Tarak nuzzles my neck from behind, then massages the back of my neck, his hands certain.

Damian pulls back. “Thank you, Athena.”

“For what?”

“Since Raython died, I lost control. I wasn’t fit to lead a triad. All I cared about was revenge…and you. You gave me back my strength.”

“You had it in you,” I say, biting my lip. It’s strange to have a fierce warrior speaking like this.

“And you brought it back. I love you, Athena.”

My eyes widen as his aura pulses with affection. Tarak kisses the back of my head.“I love you,”he says, his voice in my mind.

“I love you both,” I say. It’s soon, but it’s true, the threads of adoration changing to something deeper. I can accept these two.