Page 59

“Agreed,” says Kriz, while I stand stock-still, my heart pounding.

“Shower. Clean yourself. Then walk down the left hallway. We will meet you there.”

“What’s down the hallway?”

Orr licks his lips. “I gave you another order. And you question it. Your punishment has doubled, my sweet little Mate.”

That’s not fair!

I gasp and turn, rushing out of the training room to the showers. I clean off, quickly, and dry myself as their auras pulse, building and building up in their need. I pull my servant robes back on.

When I walk through the training room, the two of them are lifting the black cubes off the ground. They must be made of some substance that weighs a huge amount, because their biceps flex and bulge. Their eyes follow me.

I bite my lip, my nipples hardening, because it’s not fairness I crave. As I’m about to leave, Ra’al grabs me by the arm, pulls me in roughly to kiss him, and sends me on my way with a firm slap on my ass.

21

Rachel

Islow my pace as I walk down the hallway towards the entrance room.

This is what it means, to be the Mate of three alien warlords. This is my life now. I shiver in anticipation.

I don’t shy away from their three auras in my mind. I let their possessiveness wash over me. I’m safe, down here, and in their arms. I won’t have to go through the terror of another attack. I’ll never have to hold a rifle and watch Scorp crawling over the walls.

I get to the entrance hall and look down the leftmost hallway. It’s long, and now that it isn’t blocked by a big barrel of wine, I can see what is at the end of it.

There is a single, black door, so smooth it looks like a pond on a moonless night. As I get closer, I see it’s made of the same material as the one in the master bedroom, the same material as the altar I was claimed on.

I put my hand against it, and ripples go out around it, when I hear the footsteps from behind me.

“What is this?” I ask, turning to face the two men.

“A pleasure room that has never been used.Tanal,”he says, the last word a lilting tone of High Aurelian, and the door opens.

I step inside, like I’m drawn towards it, as if I have no other choice. It’s pure darkness. I feel like I am stepping into empty space, but under my feet is cool stability, when the walls flicker alight, glowing and bathing us in a warm light that comes from nowhere and everywhere at once.

It’s a large room, but there’s nothing in it, nothing but me and the two men who follow me in and shut the door behind us. The walls smooth around the doorframe, seamless, as if we are in a place out of reality. I can smell the faint sweat of the two shirtless men. The warm light bathes their bodies, and I can count Kriz’s taut abs, the way his Adonis belt goes down to the hard outline of his cock, snaking down his shorts. I moan in lust as I see that his dick is so long the tip of his curved cock is peeking out of his shorts, dripping Aurelian pre-cum down his pale white thigh.

“Show me you can obey. Walk to the middle of the room.” Kriz states the command, and I turn. For a second, I get a wicked thought—of disobeying, shaking my head, just to see what they do to me. I can still remember Orr’s handprints on my ass, and I think better of it. He’s already doubled my punishment, and I don’t know how much I can take.

As I walk to the center, the room shifts.

The middle of the room rises, and I’m forced to walk uphill, pulling myself to the top. I stand in the center, raised up on a pedestal, the lights all focusing in on me.

Orr and Kriz pull down their shorts. Their cocks rear up, dripping pre-cum. Their bodies are slick with sweat.

Orr paces the length of the room, his head turned and staring at me. His nostrils flare, tasting my scent, while Kriz stands like a statue, in full control of himself despite the lust flowing through the Bond from his aura.

“Strip.” Kriz commands me, and I obey, my hands shaking as I undo my robe. I let it fall to the ground, and before it hits the ground, a tendril vine of blackness darts from the wall, making me gasp as it takes the robe and pulls it away. “The room obeys our mind. It will do what we think. It will not harm you…”

I shiver, standing naked in front of them, my body bared for their eyes. The only thing I’m wearing is the tight collar around my neck.

“Do you know what that collar means?” Kriz asks me.

“Yes. It means I belong to you.”

Kriz has the flicker of a smile, but there’s an edge to it. “You will be adorned with a gold one when I have put a son in your belly.”