Page 33 of Bought and Shared

My whole body tightens in anger. “Most of those women are drafted and would be imprisoned along with their families if they fail to comply. But many of them have volunteered for this service, you idiot! They often add years to their contracts because they find the arrangement so enjoyable and beneficial. They don’t need to be saved.

They need to be honored, appreciated, adored.

Perhaps the Voltan can teach human males a little something about that so that they don’t all go extinct! ”

“Those women are whores and deserve whatever they get,” Moses bitterly exclaims.

I don’t warn him a second time. With a vicious twist of his upraised arm, I break his wrist with speed and efficiency before the self-righteous look can even be wiped off his stupid face.

Moses screams, bleats, and bellows as he absorbs the shock of the pain. I wait until he settles down before I casually ask, “When is the next attack scheduled?”

Dangling at an awkward angle because of his new injury, Moses tries to steady himself on his toes, but it’s a lost cause. He sags back down painfully, his body bowed from the agony of his many wounds.

“I’m not in charge of that information,” he rasps when he’s in control of himself once more.

Adding pressure to the broken bones, I snarl, “Who is?”

“Bowman!” Moses finally admits. “His name is Bowman.”

I’ve never heard this name before. He must be new to the cause. “And who is he?”

Gritting his teeth through the pain, Moses gasps out his reply, “Some former military prick who found himself without a job after the Voltan arrived and destroyed our entire way of life.”

Kal and I exchanged twin looks of interest. “How did he get involved with the movement?” My comrade asks.

“I don’t know. He found us. But now that he’s there, he’s earned the old man’s ear. You rarely see one without the other these days.”

“Which old man?” Kal demands, arms folded across his thick chest.

“The head honcho himself, Israel. Our commune’s leader,” Moses bitterly retorts.

“We’re going to need a breakdown of the power structure there,” Kal explains to the broken man. “I want to know everything from how many men answer to him, to what time the old man takes a shit. You got me?”

Moses lifts his sagging chin. “What’s in it for me?”

I move in closer to his bloody face. “A quick death. Take it or leave it.”

To our disappointment, Moses takes the deal and gives up the goods before we put him out of his misery.

By the time I arrive back at the base, it’s past dinner time. Needing to see Aurora, and breathe in her sweet scent, I hustle back to our suite.

Outside our door is a Voltan soldier. I don’t recognize him, but he must be there for Aurora.

I’d mentioned to Oren before I left that I didn’t like our mate walking around the base without an escort, especially after the bus attack.

Oren must have heeded my warning and ordered one stationed outside our suite.

When I enter our quarters, Oren is sitting silently on the couch, a full flute of Bissa in his hand. I recognize that contemplative look on his face. Something happened while I was away, and my hackles rise immediately.

Oren’s gaze lifts at the sound of my entrance and my eyes sweep the room for Aurora. “Where is she? Where is our mate?”

My worst fears are working on me. Is she missing? Hurt? Did she run away out of unhappiness? I can’t stand the silence. I need answers before I explode.

Oren manages a strained smile. “Rest assured, Aurora’s fine. She’s just in the tub, soaking after a long day.”

Walking over to the wet bar, I fix myself a stiffer drink than Bissa. Letka is close to human vodka, only stronger due to our exceptional tolerance of spirits.

“What happened? And don’t tell me nothing. I know that look on your face too well,” I warn my squad mate.

Not bothering to sugarcoat the situation, Oren gives it to me straight.

Taking a deep breath, he launches into his story.

From the first words that let me know Aurora had been attacked, my blood is on fire.

Upon hearing him say she was dragged into a shed by two vile human draftees who dared to put their filthy hands on my mate, I crush the glass in my hand.

Glancing at the floor, I see blood drip down my fingers onto the carpet from where I’ve been cut. I don’t feel anything, only the rage of the unrequited. There will be more blood to come this day but it won’t be mine.

When I hear Oren sigh, I wake up from my thoughts and walk into the kitchen to get a towel. Returning to the living room, my squad mate picks up his tale where he left off and finishes the whole story while I listen in silence.

Standing, Oren sets down his flute carefully onto the bar top, showcasing our many differences. Where I’m brash and unyielding, he’s calm and reserved.

“Your silence is even more concerning than your anger, Brother,” he tells me with a single, dark brow hiked.

“Where are they?” Is all I can manage to get out.

“They are being dealt with,” he returns.

I grit my teeth. “That’s not what I asked.”

Oren sighs. “The brig.”

I cut a look over at the bathroom door. “When did Aurora start her bath?”

“Just before you got home,” Oren answers.

“So, she’ll be in there for a while?” I ask, knowing I have to act before I am consumed by the rage inside me.

Oren nods. That’s when I realize why there’s a guard standing outside our suite. My squad mate knows me too well. I smile a dark and unholy smile.

“I was just waiting for you to return before I visited the brig. Now that you’re here, we can go there together,” the thoughtful man explains. “I’ll let Aurora know we’ll be returning shortly and that she has a guard outside.”

Oren

Upon our to the suite, I look over my hands and see that the knuckles are already reddened and just beginning to add a faint shade of blue. Glancing over at Knox’s enormous paws, I see his aren’t just bruised, they’re bloody as well.

I catch his attention and shoot a look at the offensive sight. “Make sure you wash your hands as soon as we get inside. Aurora doesn’t need to know what we’ve been doing while we were gone.”

Knox grunts his response and smiles. I know he’s thinking about all the pain we’ve just inflicted on the two vermin who hurt our mate.

The terrifying bastard is savoring every second of it.

To be honest, so am I. I don’t enjoy fighting as much as Knox does, but tonight, another’s pain brought me not just satisfaction, but also a fair bit of closure to my aggrieved spirit.

We both nod at the soldier on duty outside our suite and he points down at my uniform. “I think you must have gotten something on your shirt, Colonel Rayaz.”

My eyes dart downward and see the splotch of blood staining my chest. I guess Knox wasn’t the only one that got a little out of hand during our evening visit to the brig. I can tell the soldier knows exactly what is staining my clothes when he works hard to stifle a grin.

“Thank you, Rollins. I must have spilled something at dinner,” I answer him with a wry grin.

“Of course, Sir,” he says, as we step inside our suite.

As soon as we walk through the door, Knox goes into the bathroom to wash his hands. Before he returns, Aurora comes out of her bedroom. She’s wearing a green silk robe tied tight around her tiny waist and looks like we might have disturbed her from sleep.

“Did we wake you, Kitten?” I ask as I smoothly loosen my collar and begin to unbutton my stained uniform before she has the chance to notice.

The hungry look Aurora gives me as I strip off my shirt channels my rage into something far darker and more beautiful than anger.

It’s lust, and like a snake, it’s writhing through my body until it slithers indiscreetly between my legs.

The minute it strikes, my cock fills with blood and the rest of my body goes just as rigid.

After what happened to our mate this afternoon, I had no intention of putting my hands on her and traumatizing her further. Now, however, that’s all I can think about. Especially that dark hole I’ve yet to experience, the last tight virginity she has to surrender.

When Aurora’s pretty, golden-brown eyes drift back to mine, she starts a bit. My intensity reaches out to her. She inches closer, licks her lips, and squeezes her thighs together under her robe.

As I watch her desire rise, I’m like a kite caught in a storm. Too easily, I’m sucked into her orbit, caught up in the current of her allure and the pull of her all-powerful femininity. Not even aware that I’ve willed myself forward, I realize I’m already at her side. I don’t speak. I only act.

Growling, I catch the soft silk of her robe and begin to divest her of it without complaint. She’s all in. Doing her best to help me untie the sash, Aurora’s only half naked when I scoop her into my arms.

Taking her to my bedroom, I manage to open the door and carry her inside.

Even though I’d planned on training her virgin ass each day with a larger and larger plug whenever we play, I realize I can’t wait any longer.

Now’s the time for the real thing. I’m going to stretch my little mate wide open tonight, as there’s no other cure that will quell this storm raging inside of me.

Spreading Aurora out on my bed, I make quick work of removing her robe completely. When she’s naked, I drop between her legs, spread them wide, prop her calves on my shoulders, and feast on her exposed pussy.

The minute my tongue delves into the plump divide of her sweet folds, I’m lost. The sweetness of her nectar is heaven to me. It is the essence of life and all that comes with it.

Aurora’s fingers curl into my hair and anchor my mouth just where she likes it, right over her clit. She’s a dream, a wet one, and I’m enraptured by the sight, smell, and sound of her sex as I lavish it with as much love and attention as it gives me.