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His black hair is soaked, the waters already freezing his mane that frames his glistening features, and he erupts from the hole and takes off at a sprint towards the shelter, hooting with the sheer bliss of being alive, water droplets trailing him as he dashes back into the igloo.

Gallien takes his turn, casting a quick, unreadable look my way, his gray eyes silvery in the moonlight. Then he is gone, falling into the chasm, his blade extending with vorpal energy and driving into the ice as he plunges into the black waters. Seconds pass, and my heart pounds in fear, but his marble-hued hand is gripped tight around the hilt of his blade, unflagging, and when I can’t bear it a second longer, he pulls himself out of the waters. He scales the walls quickly, and leaps onto the lake surface.

His teeth chatter, and his jaw is clenched as he fixes his eyes defiantly to the stars above.

He doesn’t sprint back to the warmth of the haven like Titus. Instead, he moves leisurely, his body pale and luminescent in the moonlight as he makes his way back to our sanctuary at his own pace.

“I’ll rush you back into the warm, don’t worry.” Doman’s voice is soft but not weak, the whisper carrying out into the barren night.

“I’m ready,” I say, and drop my furs.

The freezing air makes my nipples harden, and I intake air sharply, gasping at the sudden cold that is nothing compared to what I’m about to plunge into. Doman squeezes his hand around my wrist, gripping tight, and I hug myself to his body as he descends into the perfectly smooth, darkly glistening ice.

I look up, clinging to his huge, thick bicep, his hand wrapped tight around me, and the stars no longer look alien and cold. They are the last glitters of light I see as Doman drops in.

The water hits me like an electric shock as I submerge. I panic, flailing, as the deep, underwater flows hidden beneath the lake pull me away, but his hand is tight around my wrist, and I know he would never let me go. I can’t see anything. It’s pitch black, and the only thing is the intense freezing cold and his warmth, my titan, my rock. He pulls me up, and I gasp as he climbs easily, pulling me up as if I weigh nothing, and lifts me in his arms. Doman’s long legs eat up the distance between the chasm and the shelter and he ducks with me into the pulsing warmth of the igloo, where Titus and Gallien are adding more logs to the roaring fire.

The sudden change in temperature, going from freezing to blasting heat, exhilarates me. I’ve never felt so alive.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp out, and raise my head to the heavens, grinning like a fool. “I’m glad I did that, but I’m never doing it again,” I say, moving closer to the fire, basking in the warmth, when I feel Doman’s hot tongue on my neck, licking and kissing me, and I turn to face the prince.

He pulls me down onto his fur-lined sleeping bag, wrapping his arms around me, pulling my frigid skin against him as he kisses me desperately, hungrily, his huge cock rock-hard and hot, stiffening and pressing against my slit.

Doman drives his cock into me, brutal and hard, breaking off the kiss and staring into my eyes with an intensity I have never seen before, a wildness that scares and excites me.

“You’re mine, Adriana. You’re the only thing I want in this universe. The only thing that exists.” He snarls it out, his voice thick with emotion, and it is the most true thing I have heard. He ravages me, driving himself into me in jackhammer thrusts, lost in the pleasure of claiming me as his own. I give in to him,my own orgasm rushing up through me, letting myself be taken fully.

“I’m yours,” I gasp, and he goes wild, growling and snarling like a beast as he fucks me, the firelight casting a wild glow on our bodies, the light reflecting against his marble skin.

As I scream out in ecstasy, his two battle-brothers tower above us, their bodies glowing in the firelight, sweat dripping down their forms. They are demi-gods, titans with chiseled muscle and thick, throbbing cocks that drip Aurelian pre-cum as they stare down at me. Titus’ mouth is open, his huge red tongue lolling out of his mouth, saliva making his lips slick as he watches the alpha of the triad claiming me in hard, brutal thrusts.

The shadows dance, our bodies drive together in desperation, and there is no more thought as his battle-brothers descend to the ground, their hands on me, their tongues laving over my body, driving me insane as I scream out in ecstasy. My pussy clenches, tightening around the brutal prince’s throbbing member, the pulsing crescendo building to his climax as he roars, jets of his hot seed shooting deep into me, fulfilling me. As his still-hard cock is slowly pulled from me, I am flipped, face down, my face in the fur of the sleeping bag as Titus mounts me, squatting and pressing his cock into my freshly fucked slit, each thrust pressing Doman’s hot load deeper inside me, the three of them lost in a breeding ritual that is engraved in their blood. My hands clasp at the furs without thought, desperate for some stability, and Gallien wraps his fingers through mine, his slate-gray eyes staring into me as I am pounded into a thoughtless pool of submission, my mouth open, the moans escaping my lips, the wet slaps of flesh on flesh as Titus drives himself into me filling the tent.

The stink of them is in my nostrils, the sight of them burned onto my irises, every sense overwhelmed by the three alienbeasts, and Titus’ roar’s echo. His battle-roar defies the still iciness of the night, a burning flame against the darkness, a yell of defiance and ownership as his thick cock hardens and spurts, stretching me out almost painfully, his alien cum soothing me.

Gallien grabs me, forcing me onto him as he lays back, pressing me down against his curved cock and wrapping his flexed biceps around me, pressing me into his sweaty chest, his hips driving upwards without rhythm or control, ravenously hungry for my being. “Adriana,” he whispers in my ear, as if it is the sweetest word he has ever heard, as he seeds me, jets of his hot, alien cum spurting deep within me, the seed of the three aliens mixed inside me.

I pant as he rolls me over, clutching me to his chest, and we wriggle together into the sleeping bag. Well, he wriggles me, because my legs and arms aren’t working, my limbs trembling as the warm golden afterglow of the orgasm flows through my mind.

It’s not perfect. It simply is, the four of us giving control to our bodies and our desires, losing ourselves in each other, sating each other and feeding off the desire that reflects and amplifies our primal need.

As I lay my head against Gallien’s heart, I imagine his aura in my mind. I felt him once, and his battle-brothers, for that instant that seemed like an eternity, when they caught me by surprise, the Bondthrummingin that moment that changed my life forever.

We are bound. We are not yet Bonded together, but I can feel our fates intertwined, that nothing any of us can do could rip us apart, and the magnitude of it all drowns my mind.

“It’s okay,” whispers Gallien, his voice soft and soothing as he smells the tinge of awe-struck fear that fills me, this feeling of being completely out of control, yet having the power to shape the course of the universe.

What I do with these three will not just affect the hundred billion souls of Pentaris.

Everything we do has echoes and ripples through the lives of every living person in the universe.

Gallien kisses me softly on the forehead, his hands running over my body gently, soothing me, holding me tight against him, and his security and protection flows over me as I let exhaustion wash over my mind and fall asleep against him.

26

PRINCE DOMAN

Ipull myself slowly out of my sleeping bag and sit on the heavy bench in front of the smoldering fire. Gallien gently, carefully unravels himself from our Mate, silently taking his place across from me. Titus was already awake, sitting in silence on the wooden bench, watching the embers of the fire.