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You eat a fly at your leisure.

You kill a hornet as soon as you can.

We may be dangerous – but Oblog knows that it’s never wise to keep your guard dogs hungry.

“The female is released, and you will now have access to your former chambers – and one hour withher.”

He jabs a slimy finger at me, to demonstrate that the reward he’s offering them isme. Then, he presses a button on his watch, and the ring loosens from my finger.

“The ring can be removed now, Jamie.”

I tug at it – and blissfully, the ring slides from my finger. I throw it into the waters with disgust.

The auras of the three Aurelians suddenlyflowinto my mind. Tears spring to my eyes. It’s overwhelming, but in the best, possible way. It’s like experiencing a rush of sound, and feeling, and energy all at once – witnessing the endless expansion of my mind as it fills with the essence of my triads’ being.

But then the hatred and fury of my triad scorches my mind like a burning sun.

Did he hurt you?

Are you alright?

Tell us you’re okay!

A cacophony of voices echoes in my mind, but then Marcel’s firm voice cuts through the others. He’s the leader of the triad, and his mind focuses the others. Marcel’s aura sends tendrils into mine, feeling me out for any wounds – both physical, and mental.

I’m okay.

I telepath back, and realize I’d forgotten howgoodit felt to be able to communicate like this with my three, magnificent men. Their auras soften at the sound of my words, and beneath that jagged edge of anger and hate, I sense the cooling flood of overwhelming gratitude, just at seeing me again.

But as euphoric as this moment is, I know we’re running out of time.

The Toad Lord gave us only an hour – and there’s so much I need to tell them.

But that can wait.

The Bondthrumsin my mind – and suddenly all thought of plotting and scheming disappears. Instead, a wave of pureneedhits me like a battering ram.

It’s fuckingintense.My thoughts instantly melt with the utterneedto be seeded by my three, huge, warrior beasts. I need to be filled by them again.

It’s like I’m in heat.

I gasp at the heat of it, and my knees buckle. Marcel catches me before I fall, and then scoops me up into his arms as if I’m weightless – throwing me casually over his shoulder and then loping toward the door with the gait of a racehorse. He carries me at a fast pace through the hallways, twisting and turning to the door of their old chambers – the familiar, dry heat greeting me as we stride inside.

There’s no time to waste. There’s nothing but pureneed– and it carries the both of us into the bedroom, where Marcel throws me onto the bed.

Quint and Lucius are right behind, and within seconds the three men surround me. I lie on the bed, panting, and I’m so entranced that I don’t know where the marble skin of one Aurelian begins, and the other ends.

Then, they’re on top of me – their hands tugging at my clothes, pulling them off to expose my skin to their touch, their kisses, and the heat of their ardor. Each graze of their lips makes my body tingle. Each touch of their fingers strums the chords of my desire – building and building the pressure of need, while my clit trembles for them.

Ineedthem.

I need them more than I need to breathe.

Oh, fuck!

This feels too good to be real. I need themso fucking badly. I know that sex should wait – that I should be warning them about Lord Oblog’s murderous schemes…

…but everything seems insignificant compared to the heat of this moment. Such trifling concerns as a galaxy-wide conspiracy seems so small and intangible compared tothis– to my consciousness being invaded by the primordial power of the Bond.