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I can’t swallow all of Quint’s cock, but I am willing to practically dislocate my jaw as I try. His flowing pre-cum mixes with my own saliva and the cocktail drools from my lips. Every drop I gulp down my throat is rewarded by a gold-black tendril of pleasure coiling through my body.

Behind me, Lucius wraps his huge arms around my tiny waist. He pulls me closer to him, his biceps flexing and growing as he fucks me deeper and deeper. As I’m lost to pleasure, Lucius finally roars out in defiance to the world - and then his cock stiffens deep inside of me, shooting load after load of his seed into my thirsty little pussy.

The Bond flares once more in my mind. I literally can’t think as the bliss of the Bond mixes with my own orgasm and leaves me gasping and twitching.

My mind only clears as Lucius finally pulls out of me.

The respite lasts for just seconds. As Lucius pulls himself from my dripping pussy, Quint steps back, standing to his full height and pulling his own cock from my eagerly sucking lips.

Suddenly, I’m utterly empty – but then, Quint lifts me up like he’s handling a doll. My own muscles don’t work anymore, and I fall limply in his arms. Only Quint can move me. He lifts me effortlessly, and in one brutal movement turns me andimpales meon his dick.

My legs and arms wrap around his massive, thrusting body instinctively – and I feel so weak and helpless compared to the rock-firm hardness of his huge muscles.

Quint pulls me tightly against him. I stare deep into his alien eyes – and watch in wonder as they turn from a blank grey to the sharpest, crispest ice-blue.

His aura crystallizes in my mind – joining those of his battle-brothers. Quint is intelligent, reserved, and – right now – as hard and unyielding as ice as he fucks me desperately. Quint grips my ass cheeks, pulling me up and then slamming me back down onto his straining dick. I whimper and moan as he uses me – stretching me deliciously full.

My body responds to his powerful thrusts – the pleasure building and building inexorably. Lucius stands behind me, rubbing his hands against my shoulders and kissing my neck. Moments earlier, he was a rutting beast – and now Lucius nuzzles my hair; so tender and gentle compared to Quint’s hard, angry thrusting.

I feel Lucius’ care and concern for me mixing with Marcel’s protective instincts – the emotions rushing through the Bond. Their protective energy is so different to the endless hunger of Quint’s rage-filled aura.

And then, finally, Quint roars in climax – and I scream to match him as he seeds me. As Quint’s spurting cock floods me with his cum, I practically black out from my orgasm – falling limp and lifeless as pleasure that’s almost too intense to process blasts my mind.

Finally, my vision slowly clears.

Quint and I are attached to each other, but panting in unison. He pulls me tightly against his body, and I sense his heart pounding in his huge chest – deep, strong and fast.

In fact, I feel like I have four heart-beats now instead of just one. Quint kisses me, and his icy blue eyes look at me so protectively and caringly as his aura chills my frantic mind – cold, and calm, and reassuring. Quint holds me tightly to him and his wonder pours through the Bond.

The three of them are so fucking huge. They’ve grown from the Bond even as they claimed me. Now, the three Aurelians stand eight-foot in height – towering, marble-skinned statues of muscle and strength. Their authority over me is inherent to their being. They feel they’ve claimed me - and who am I to resist their imperious dominance?

“You areours,” whispers Lucius in my ear – and his voice drips into my very being.

Through our shared Bond, I feel all that he feels – and Lucius can’t quite comprehendthat he has finally foundme.

He can’t believe he found his Fated Mate – the one all Aurelians spend their thousands of years of life searching for, but so rarely find. The three men now surround me, and the sheer mass of their bodies blocks me from the crowd. The triad form a protective circle around me – a barrier of powerful muscle and endless strength that makes the rest of the world seem as if it stops existing.

Marcel, Quint, and Lucius have found their Fated Mate – and now I’m linked to this triad for eternity

I canfeelthem – and instantly, they’ve stopped being strangers. Now, I can feel their honor – the truth of their being.

These aren’t Rogue Aurelians. They don’t take advantage of weakness, but instead seek to protect it. Now, all that protectiveness is funneled into service of one woman.

Me.

They’re now my guardians.

And just as suddenly as the world stops all around me, if suddenly begins again.

There’s aclick– a noise that makes me jolt up. The air behind us has turned opaque, instantly hiding the cheering, jeering audience from view.

It should make me feel better – not being the unwilling subject of a hundred, lustful pairs of eyes…

…but, somehow, itdoesn’tfeel right.

The Aurelians instantly lose all their tenderness – snapping into the tense, hyper-aware stance of natural born warriors. Quint gently lowers me to the floor,although my legs buckle and give out the moment I try to put weight on them. I’m so weak after being mated so hard and fast by all three Aurelians that I can barely move.

With a gentleness I might not have expected from the gaunt-eyed alien, Quint helps me over to the pole, and I hang onto it – needing it to prop me up as my legs regain their strength.

From behind us, the doors slide open ominously...

Bullfrogs rush in.