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His eyes flash at my defiance, and he pulls his shirt off. I can’t help but stare at his perfect body. Over seven feet of pure power, so different from his triad. Tar’ank is beefy, burly strength, and Garrick is in full command of himself, a warrior leader who is made to inspire men in combat.

Markrin’s lean, lithe, eight abs carved out of marble and a V taper that makes my eyes trail naturally to that huge, rock-hard rod that ripped through his pants in his need.

I’ve never challenged him like this.

He pulls his pants down. His balls are fuller than I’ve ever seen, two grapefruits dangling under his magnificent cock. Pre-cum is streaming from the slit of his cockhead like a hose. I can’t take my eyes off him. He steps forward, and his dick bobs up and down, a tool designed for one purpose.

To seed his Mate.

His bronze eyes stare straight into mine. “Imagine yourself with my son in you,” he growls, and the image flashes in my mind, so clear I forget where I am for a second.

I’m in bed. I’m lying against Markrin, my stomach swollen with his child, my breasts full and hanging.

I groan in need as reality coalesces. Markrin reaches forward, taking my nipples in his fingers and rubbing them as he thrusts his hips forward, letting his cock slide against my sopping wet slit but denying me what I need. My nipples are so over-sensitive that I whimper, craving yet fearing his touch.

“You think you’re sensitive now, my sweet. Imagine how you will feel with your breasts swollen past the limit with milk for my babe, hanging from you,” he states, toying with me, rubbing that huge dick against my mound.

His words are a promise.

This isn’t just a fantasy. He’s going to do it to me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I understand now what it means to be fully claimed, to be fully owned, to have your body given to your alphas.

I crave it so badly, needing it more than air or water. I drool with need as the Bond flows into my mind, drawing up all my urges to be bred by the huge alien warrior. I’m just an animal in heat to the alpha.

I want to beg him to fuck me.

The words won’t form.

He pinches my nipples, pressing the head of his cock against my slit just enough to open me, but denying me the utter satisfaction of slamming his big dick into me and stretching me to the limit.

“P-please, Markrin, fuck me,” I gasp, finding the words between waves of urges.

“Is that all you want?” He doesn’t blink. His bronze eyes focus in on me like nothing else exists.

Nothing else does.

The Bond hits me with a powerful surge. I lose my mind for a moment, and when it clears, I know what I want more than anything.

I need him to seed me. To fill me with his son, to fully make me his. A drop of sweat drips down his forehead. I can see how close he is to snapping, even with the ring on, and I know if I could feel his aura in my mind I’d go insane.

“Get me pregnant, Markrin, please, please breed me,” I beg, pleading for the alpha to lose control inside me.

With a violent movement, he pulls the ring off and throws it across the room. His aura blossoms in my mind, ravenous hunger that overpowers me. The vines let go of my wrists and I put my hands against his strong chest. Free or captured, I’m helpless in my need for him.

He succumbs to the Mating Rage and slams every inch of his cock inside me. He fucks me hard, fast, violent as he ravages me. His hips buck like he’s gone mad. He needs to cum inside me. I need it just as bad.

My heightened senses let me feel every ridge of his abs, every vein of his cock pulsing in me. I run my hands up over his sweat-covered abs and toy with his nipple. His aura overwhelms me like a sun burning up a planet. I fall into the flames of desire, flames that fan my own need as he ravages me.

Nothing could hold him back. Nothing can stop him from seeding me.

I stare into his frozen eyes, the sunfire raging in his orbs as he takes me. His mouth is open in a soundless growl, and he stares at me with worship and dominance, both serving me and claiming me as his own.

“Cum in me, Markrin, breed me,” I beg, submitting totally to him. My body goes limp. I let myself fall into the pool of bliss. “I’m your bitch, Markrin, I’m your bitch,” I moan, the words flowing out of my mouth so naturally, and his aura hardens to a powerful point as I send him to the edge.

I can feel the other two coming.

They’re running through the station, called to my need. They’ve never felt me so desperate.

I squeeze my pussy as tight as I can, clenching against his massive dick, trying to milk him. His huge, swollen balls slap against my asshole with each violent stroke.