Page 5 of Bought and Shared

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“The auction starts promptly at nine,” my human secretary relays to me as we walk side-by-side, his phone in hand as he reads off the long list of things I need to do before then.

“How many women will be participating tonight?” I inquire, hoping we have more draftees than last time. There’d been barely enough to scratch the itch of twenty deserving men last quarter. That hadn’t gone over well with the hundreds of remaining soldiers that continued to go without.

It was no secret that abstinence was causing the men to become restless.

I didn’t blame them, either. Many of them have been without female companionship for years.

As a response to being so sexually backed up, they were moody, edgy, and constantly looking for fights.

Nothing a good fuck or two couldn’t cure.

But with direct access to women being so limited, combined with all the bureaucratic red tape surrounding the draft, the supply was basically at a trickle when we needed a full-on flood to satisfy the needs of so many.

The Voltan were a particularly lusty lot.

They needed regular sex and female companionship to perform at their peak.

At present, things had become fairly desperate.

Just the other day, I’d broken up a fight that had started over a false rumor that the auction wasn’t I happening this quarter.

Clearly, something had to give or we were going to be dealing with something much worse than a scuffle in the very near future.

“We have twenty women in tonight’s auction, Colonel Rayaz,” Bryan says after scanning the list.

Swearing internally in my mother tongue at such low numbers, I make my way into the mess hall to grab something to eat before I finish up the stack of reports littering my desk.

We’d been promised double that number this term.

Headquarters was going to get a call from me as soon as I got back to my office.

This was unacceptable. If something didn’t change soon, we were going to have a full-scale rebellion on our hands, and I wouldn’t blame the men one bit.

“I’ve canceled your one o’clock tomorrow as you directed, Colonel,” Bryan relays, as he follows me inside the noisy hall. “And I’ve made sure to reschedule the Fabre consultation for next week.”

Because I skipped lunch today, I’m starving and only half listening to my secretary as I consider what I’m going to eat.

That’s when I’m hit by a miracle. I smell her before I even see her.

Her scent is like a physical touch. When it curls into my nostrils, it injects straight into my bloodstream and causes my body to erupt into complete chaos.

My skin tightens. My senses sharpen, and my dick immediately turns to stone.

One second, I’m just minding my own business, listening to my secretary drone on and on about my daily meetings.

The next, it feels like I’ve been catapulted into a full-on rut!

Desperate to see who is casting this spell over me, my eyes dart around until they land on the culprit.

Long, curling, dark red hair. Flawless, pale skin.

Ruby red lips. Golden brown eyes. And a body so lush and full it could turn a saint toward a life of sin.

Unable to look away, I continue to stare, transfixed by her beauty and our off-the-charts chemistry.

I realize my mouth is open and I think I’m actually panting.

She looks just as surprised about it as me.

I don’t have a single doubt that she’s experiencing the same sudden hormonal roller coaster that I’m on at present.

The crowd knocks her off balance suddenly, and I snag her arm and pull her inappropriately close. I don’t even know I’m going to do it until it’s done, so the look of surprise on her beautiful face probably echoes the one on mine.

Pressing her against my chest, I stare down at the petite woman with so much desire and lust I’m sure it frightens her, a fact that turns me on all the more.

I drink in her fear just as much as her smell and beauty.

It is a heady cocktail I can’t help but indulge in as the pheromones work through my system like a potent drug.

When she bites that full, bottom lip of hers, I nearly groan out loud. Fuck me! I have to fight the urge to push her to her knees, unzip my pants, and thrust my hard cock into that sexy, pillowy mouth of hers.

My dick surges at the tantalizing thought and I have to take a deep breath to stop myself from acting out the brutish fantasy.

The last thing we need in this room of horny men is an audience cheering me on, begging me to fuck her face the way they undoubtedly want to.

However, the idea of them watching me conquer this delectable woman’s mouth is nearly as much of an aphrodisiac as her scent.

She doesn’t struggle in my arms. Instead, she acts like a helpless butterfly stuck in my indestructible web.

Blinking up at me with those round doe eyes of hers, I feel compelled to explain myself.

But how can I? What the fuck would I even say?

I need your pussy so bad my balls ache? Certainly not, however accurate an assessment it might be.

My voice is rough and gravelly when I finally manage to speak. “What’s your name, draftee?”

I can see the woman working up the courage to answer. When she doesn’t right away, I press her harder against me.

“Aurora,” she whimpers, her body instinctively melting against mine.

“Aurora,” I repeat, loving the sound of her name on my tongue.

I can’t help myself. I need more. Leaning down, I bury my nose into the crux of her neck and roughly breathe in. Damn, her aroma is divine! She smells better than sex with other females feels , so I can only imagine how euphoric sliding into her wet heat will be.

Aurora moans as I lick and nip the creamy expanse of her neck. If I don’t pull back now, I won’t be able to stop.

Summoning all my inner reserves of strength, I yank myself off her warm body and set her a good arm’s length away from me.

It doesn’t help that she pants and sways in my direction, her large unbound breasts threatening to spill over the bodice of her pathetic excuse for a dress.

The thing is so tiny and sheer, I can practically see the color of her nipples peeking right through the light material.

Denying the urge to reach out and pinch them, I take a step back and roll my head from side to side in order to soothe the beast within begging to be freed.

I watch as her soulful brown eyes drop down the front of my uniform and take in my raging hard-on.

Absorbing every bulging inch of me, she gives a small start.

Her reaction makes me want to growl to let her know my power—and that she’s mine .

Could it be true? Is she what I’ve waited a lifetime for?

I can see Lieutenant Crom up ahead, looking unsure if he should leave the female in his charge with me.

Because I outrank him, he doesn’t want to overstep himself, but he wouldn’t be wise to walk away.

I can’t be entrusted with this delicate creature.

That would be like asking the wolf to guard the sheep’s pen while the shepherd is away.

Utterly foolish and with a dangerously predictable outcome.

My hands clench into fists at my sides. I look at Crom and give him a nod to let him know I’m sending his charge back to him momentarily.

“You’d better join the rest of the draftees, Aurora. It’s not safe for you here all alone,” I say this for my sake as much as for her own.

The alluring woman gives me a slow head nod as her fingers unconsciously slide down the front of her dress in an attempt to relieve all the pent-up desire she’s teeming with.

When she tries to scurry away, I stop her once more. Making hard eye contact with the little minx before she escapes to the safety of her barracks, I tell her, “I’ll see you at the auction tonight.”

But the auction is just a formality. I’m going to be her new master one way or another.

I don’t even try to fight the need to mate this woman before me.

She’s mine. The only thing standing in our way at the moment is the ink drying on her contract and a quick phone call to my squad mate to let him know what I’m about to do.