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There’s the sound of water running in one of the adjacent rooms, and I walk towards the wooden door, sliding it open to reveal a simple bedroom with a king-sized bed that seems small after the giant ones in the royal chambers, and a wall that shows a feed of the cosmos.

We are too deep and protected within the warship to get a real view.

The door is ajar to the bathroom, where Titus is standing, his bulk filling the glass walls of the shower, water raining down his thick muscles, dripping from his thick black mane of hair down his broad shoulders, his beefy chest, his chiseled abs.

His thick, heavy cock hangs between his legs as he washes himself, splashing water on his face and throwing back his hair as he turns the water off, gets out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. It’s a human-sized towel, and it barely cinches around him.

He steps into the bedroom, considering me with those hard grey eyes.

“You’re not surprised to see me?”

“I smelled you. Heard you open the door. Why are you here?” He speaks bluntly.

“Maybe I came to thank you for saving my life.”

His eyes narrow, ever so slightly. “No. That’s not it.”

I stand across the room from him, letting my gaze run up and down his body. He almost can’t be real, this huge behemoth, a god of the hunt who would have filled the drug-induced visions of Viking shamans so long ago on Old Earth. “Because there’s a tension between us we need to work out.”

He puts his hands on the doorframe, the top of his head jutted forward as he ducks under the too-low frame.

“Things change when you’re in a triad. We make our own decisions, but Doman is the thread that binds us.

That’s why I accepted his decision, even though I wanted to put you in a hidden bunker on Magnar.

If you are to be part of this triad, you aren’t just living for yourself, or for Pentaris.

This is what matters.” He waves his hand, encompassing me, then motions deeper into the ship, and I know he is pointing towards Doman and Gallien, sensing them through the Bond.

I know this man. I know the beastliness in him, the bloodlust, the hundreds of years of war he’s fought in where every command must be obeyed instantly or men die. He’s unsettled by my addition to his life, the turmoil I’ve caused his triad.

“I can live with it. As long as my voice is heard, just like yours and Gallien’s.”

He studies me, long and hard, and his nostrils flare, tasting my emotions. “Good. Then we’re fine.”

We don’t feel fine. He glances towards the door, like he’s imagining me leaving.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m recovered. My body needed to adapt to the blood infusion. I just need rest.” He walks to the bed, and it creaks and groans as he settles his huge bulk on it, sitting heavily on the edge while watching me.

There’s a distance between us. A tension I need to soothe.

The beast needs to be in control. He needs to conquer me, to tame me, to throw off that ring and bind me to him. But until I’m ready to face the dark realities of the Bond…

I know exactly what to do to soothe his brutality.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you? Massage you to sleep?” I make my voice softer, a tinge of submission to it.

Him saving my life… that made me even more attracted to him.

Titus’ eyes narrow. “What game is this?” His voice is raspy.

I unbutton the top of my shirt, and I get a thrill as his eyes flick to my cleavage as I slowly undress, delaying the moment, making him anticipate the sight of my naked body. “Is this what you want, Titus? A pleasure slave? A harem wench, who does everything you ask?”

He eyes bore through me, his cock surging up, and it makes the towel unravel around him as his manhood rears up, thick and menacing, this huge, veiny thing that is never sated.

“Well, sir? What would you like me to do? Crawl to you and suck that nice thick cock? Kiss your feet? Run my tongue all over your body?” I lick my lips, slowly, deliberately as I unbutton my shirt, taking it off and letting it fall to the ground, my bra next.

My nipples are hard little buds, and I’m soaking wet already.

I was playing this game for him—but it’s ignited something in me, a dark, dirty urge as I act like a harem whore who gave up her life to fly to Colossus and serve one of the beastly triads.

I always looked down on them, and the way my body is reacting despite the edge of shame is an intoxicating blend of sensations.

“Careful, mister, you lost a lot of blood. You sure you have enough to spare for that thing?” I walk closer to him, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off with my panties, kicking them into the corner.

I’m almost panting already. It’s how he’s just so fucking huge, so powerful, tall as me even when he’s sitting.

It’s how he put himself between me and danger and took a blade for me without hesitation.

“Lay back,” I say, and press my hand against his broad chest. He lets me push him back, and I mount him, my feet resting on his broad thighs, running my hands over the ridges of his abs and placing them on his chest for balance.

“It’s going to be okay, Titus. I know you just want to keep me safe,” I say, in little more than a whisper, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his lips, then slowly sliding my wet slit up the length of his shaft.

His cock throbs, dripping pearly pre-cum that wets my needy, tingling slit.

He breathes in, and his body tenses, his muscles flexes, tasting the submission in my scent.

I can see the anger in his being, the hard set of his jaw.

It’s at himself. At his triad. And some of it’s at me, this boiling rage that burns him up, that he’s brought his Fated Mate into danger and nearly lost her.

He blames himself, and if I had died in the attack, his mind would have been destroyed, his purpose gone.

I tease him, sliding my pussy against the rock-hard, thick cockhead that throbs in response. I want him inside me so badly, feeling so empty and needing to be filled, but I deny myself, forcing down my own need in order to drive the alpha wild.

“I know I’ve been bad,” I coo. “Punish me for it.”

He growls out in response, but his cock throbs. “You couldn’t handle it.”

I gently scratch my nails against his chest, avoiding the smooth, hairless skin where he was just sliced open.

“You think you could break me?” I smile, a thrill rushing through me like electricity, the thrill of knowing something is dangerous, and exulting in it, like the sensation I got swinging from tree to tree in a lightning storm, the rain coming down like waves.

I grind my hips, rubbing my wet slit against his throbbing cock, breathing heavily.

I gasp as he flips me over, my face pressed against the bed. “You’d be begging me to stop,” he snarls, his voice filled with a darkness that terrifies me…

And makes me crave him, even more.

I look back at him over my shoulder, staring straight into those hard flint eyes, challenging the alpha.

His black mane is soaked from the shower, wild and curled, but it’s not water dripping from his forehead.

It’s sweat, the Aurelian inflamed with the Mating Rage, every muscle in his body taut to the limit, his veins throbbing as his heart pounds.

“The more I beg you to stop, the more I want you to punish me,” I challenge, biting my lip, exulting in the wave of endorphins in this last moment before I push us both past the edge, the dangerous anticipation.

The tension between the two of us builds, the conflict changing into something darker and deeper.

“As long as you can smell the need in my scent… I want you to take me. With everything you have. As long as you can smell in my scent that my body is begging for it, then no matter how much I plead for you to stop…”

I swallow, my mouth dry, my body inflamed with need. His body is pressing me down against the bed, his huge bulk trapping me, and my skin is over-sensitive, every touch filling me with sensation.

“I want you to hurt me.”

His cock throbs against my hungry slit, but he doesn’t slam his length into me.

He leans forward, his lips against my ear, his arms tightening his grip around me, pulling me against his sweaty, muscled bulk.

“You’re playing as the submissive little toy now,” he growls in my ear, and my hips move in response, pressing back against his cock, grinding my wet slit against his manhood.

“You think it’s a game.” He pounds me, thrusting his cock into me with a hard, violent stroke, and that huge, thick length of his is coated with so much Aurelian pre-cum mixed with my own juices that he impales me, stretching me to the limit as I gasp in the mix of pleasure and pain.

“But I know what you need, deep down. And I’m going to make you crave it.

” He pulls his cock from me, until only the head remains, and I’m so empty, bracing myself for the next thrust, biting my lip and clutching desperately at the bed as he slams his dick into me again, making me gasp and moan.

I’d expected growls and snarls. For him to become like an animal as he claimed me.

His words send shivers down my spine as he teases me with his throbbing cockhead, stretching my pussy lips while denying me the pleasure of being utterly filled.