Sold to the Alien Smugglers: A Fated Mates Romance (Captive Mates Book 4)

by Corin Cain

  Putting Tessa on the Reaver isn’t going to save her forever – it will only stay her execution.

  There’s no safe haven in this universe – not while Lord Oblog still lives.

  Perhaps there’s no safe haven after that, either – not in the face of the coming storm – the conflict between those loyal to the Aurelian Empire, and those that seek to return to the Old Ways.

  No haven, except Atlantis – that place that the Aurelians showed me images of. A half-built land that beckons to me, far away from the evils of the universe.

  But right now? In these circumstances? It feels like pursuing a foolish dream.

  As I stand there, Tessa is escorted from the throne room. As the doors hiss shut, only my triad and the Finger remain. There are no Bullfrog guards in the room any more - but Lord Oblog has doubled the number of Sentinels on duty – and this time, they have their weapons raised.

  Their weapons are aimed five feet in front of the Aurelians.

  Oblog is learning.

  He knows the three Aurelians are quicker now – more powerful after Bonding with me. That’s why he ordered the Sentinels to lead us – because anyone foolish enough to dart forward wouldn’t have the edge that allowed Lucius to make it half way up the stairs the last time.

  None of the Aurelians would have the chance to weave their bodies, dodging and contorting to avoid the blasts. There’d just be a wall of deadly projectiles turning anything they pass through into meat and bone.

  I assess my own situation – wriggling my toes in the cold, clear water of the throne-room. It cleans the scum from my feet, at least.

  Oblog gestures at his robotic guards – his bulbous eyes locked with the gaze of the three Aurelians.

  “I should caution you – their weapons are no longer set to stun. One move, and you’ll all be killed.”

  Oblog states the words slowly. There’s no victorious, mocking tone in his voice, and that worries me.

  When he’s mocking us, he doesn’t view us as a threat.

  Now, he’s viewing us as a real danger…

  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 with her.”

  He jabs a slimy finger at me, to demonstrate that the reward he’s offering them is me. 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 suddenly flow into 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 how good it 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 Bond thrums in my mind – and suddenly all thought of plotting and scheming disappears. Instead, a wave of pure need hits me like a battering ram.

  It’s fucking intense. My thoughts instantly melt with the utter need to 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 pure need – 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.

  I need them.

  I need them more than I need to breathe.

  Oh, fuck!

  This feels too good to be real. I need them so 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 to this – to my consciousness being invaded by the primordial power of the Bond.

  The force of it wells up in my mind like I’ve struck oil – dark, deep, and rich as it floods my mind. In the real world, my clothes have now been thrown across the room – and now the Aurelians tear their own combat armor off, surrendering to the Bond-induced mating frenzy of their species.

  It all feels like a dream – yet it all feels so crystal-clear in reality.

  Naked, the Aurelians loom over me. Their huge cocks rise, no longer restrained by their tight combat pants. Whereas before I’d felt trepidation and concern at the sight of them – they were so fucking big! – now my mouth waters.

  The Bond thrums in my mind, and I stretch my lips open in pure lust. Nothing exists but their bodies – their being; their auras burning with a need as powerful as my own.

  I try to form the words in my mouth. I try to tell them that the Toad Lord is planning to kill us all – but I can’t. This is everything.

  I know the Aurelians can sense the concern in my aura, but they too are overwhelmed by the need to claim me.

  Lucius and Quint lay beside me, touching me, and caressing me – calming my body as Marcel mounts me.

  “W-wait…” I gasp, as my rational mind sends one very specific thought to my mind. “I’ve got to…”

  I reach between my thighs – up inside me – and slide the tiny Orb-Knife from where I’d hidden it. I do it surreptitiously, and Lucius hides it with a movement so fluid I don’t know where it goes.

  All eyes return to my naked, trembling body.

  Marcel looms above me.

  I lie beneath him, and stare up at his massive, broad body – his muscles so defined, it’s as if they’re carved from marble. His jaw is so strong, and his deep, serious gaze makes me feel so safe and protected as he looks down at me.

  With his battle-brothers soothing me, Marcel presses my legs apart. My thighs spread instinctively for this huge, alpha male. I’m already so slick and wet, and it’s not the Bond that’s made me so fucking aroused. I keep staring at that huge, bobbing cock – spurting pre-cum and coating my entrance – and know it was designed by the Gods for exactly this purpose –
for fucking his Fated Mate.

  It’s Marcel’s purpose in life – the highest honor for any Aurelian. His aura is bubbling and boiling in my mind, a volcano ready to erupt. He presses the throbbing head of his cock against my eager slit, and then his eyes roll backward as he breathes in deeply and loses himself in my scent.

  Marcel thrusts himself into me, and everything is suddenly right again.

  All thoughts of worry and fear melt from my mind. He feels so fucking good as he slowly enters me, stretching and filling me deliciously. The Bond rewards our coupling with a pulse of golden pleasure – one that mixes with my body’s natural arousal at being claimed by this huge Aurelian.

  The bed creaks and groans beneath our weight and the force of Marcel’s thrusts. Quint runs his hand through my hair, turning my head to face him. I look into his huge, ice-blue eyes – which stare at me with such ravenous hunger. Quint kisses me deeply, and then I feel Lucius’s lips kissing down the nape of my neck, all the way down to my shoulder. Then, with a growl, he finds the sensitive bud of my nipple.

  I gasp as he sucks at it – little sparks of pleasure jolting through my body beneath his touch. As I shudder in arousal, Marcel thrusts slowly into me, his body taut and quivering with barely-repressed need. He can hardly stop himself from impaling me with one huge, brutal movement – but I know he’s eager to make me feel only pleasure from our mating.

  As Marcel fucks me, I gaze upward – and I’ve never felt so tiny in my life. I’m surrounded by huge, six-hundred-pound warriors with foot-long cocks, and they’re all intently focused on just one thing.

  Me.

  I’m the very reason they exist.

  I’m their everything – and I can feel the truth of that so clearly through our Bond.

  My body responds to the rock-hard firmness of Marcel’s cock, with pleasure swelling up inside me as he stretches me open. My body can do nothing to resist him – not that I would want it to. His alien pre-cum lets him slide his too-big dick all the way into me, stretching me out to delicious extremes.

  It’s as if my pussy molds to him, my body changing from the Bond – allowing him to press himself deeper and deeper inside of me than any other human female could take pleasure in.

  But all I know is pleasure. I whimper as Quint’s tongue swirls in my mouth, then he breaks the kiss off and laps down the skin of my throat, until he finds my left nipple.

  As Lucius and Quint devour my tits, I run my hands across their buzzed scalps – trying to find something to hold onto as Marcel spreads my thighs wider and snarls like a beast – forcing every inch of his monstrous dick inside of me.

  Then, he releases my leg and lifts his hand, licking the huge thumb of his right hand, before pressing it down against my clit.

  “Oh fuuuuuuck,” I whimper, as he circles his thumb around my sensitive bud – the sensation too intense for me to process. His aura burns in my mind. He’s sating his endless desires inside of me.

  I am the only woman in the world that can satisfy him.

  I’m his drug – his Goddess. I’m his reason for being.

  The alien warrior’s muscles bulge and flex as he enters me fully, while his battle-brothers suckle eagerly on my nipples. Their licks and slurps are rhythmically in time with their leader’s thumb as it circles my clitoris.

  Lost in the middle of them – penetrated physically and mentally by their being – I realize these three, individual Aurelians truly share the same heart – a heart that belongs to me.

  My hips buck against Marcel as he fucks me - his green, piercing eyes staring into my soul. He’s fully, completely inside of me – his cock throbbing as he stretches me to the utter limit. I’m going mad with desire – the waves of my need building and building as his thumb runs in circles against my clit.

  “You will bear my sons.”

  Marcel’s voice is raw and rasping – and it’s too much.

  I scream out as I climax – driven to orgasm by the pressure of his huge thumb against my clit, and the feeling of his massive dick buried so deeply inside of me.

  My pussy clenches against his massive cock – and my orgasm sends him into a primal state.

  Marcel can’t hold back.

  For the first time, I feel a moment of fear – as the Bond reveals his aura turning into that of a beast. Then, with a growl, Marcel grabs my thighs with both hands and ruts me.

  He’s like a monster, pulling back every inch of his big, beautiful dick – the tip nearly leaving me, making me feel so empty for just a moment – before he slams his cock back into me with a powerful thrust.

  Quint and Lucius are similarly inflamed, and bite down on my nipples – nipping and sucking them as their leader fucks me harder and harder.

  I scream out in both pain and pleasure, the Bond transforming the ache into a deep, dark need that’s so fucking addictive. I submit absolutely to the powerful, alpha warrior – and the Bond rewards me with pleasure more intense than any I’d ever experienced before.

  Marcel’s full balls slap against my ass, and I’m driven insane with the vision of his seed exploding deep inside me.

  His words run down my spine, pulsating in my being.

  “You will bear my sons.”

  Reading my mind, Marcel then transmits an image through the Bond, into my mind.

  Suddenly, I can see myself months, or years, or decades from now – my tits swollen and my belly huge with his child. The Bond aligns with my own, instinctual urge to submit to this godlike creature. In fact, I’m literally drooling – and I can’t stop it! I’m gasping with each huge thrust as Marcel claims me. I cling on to his immense shoulders – hanging on for dear life – but my hands find nothing to grip against the slickness of his huge muscles.

  Then, Lucius and Quint move as one. They grab my wrists, anchoring me to the bed as their leader claims what is his.

  Their grip on my wrists is like iron. If they’d wanted to hold me down and force me to bear their sons against my will, there’d be nothing I could do to escape them – except escape is the last thing on my mind right now.

  I’m right where I was meant to be. I’m their little toy. As the three, huge bodies press against me, they make me feel so tiny. I bite my lip, exulting in the helplessness of surrender – giving myself completely to the only men in the universe I trust absolutely. I can feel in their auras that they would never hurt me – never abandon me – and I ache to have Marcel’s seed deep in my cunt.

  Marcel is lost to the mating frenzy. There’s no humanity left in his aura. He’s a beast, rutting his mate, as evolution had always intended. He tries to say something - but the words come out as a snarl.

  You will bear my sons.

  Then, his voice booms clearly in my mind, taking complete control of me. My hips buck back against his thrusts as my body aches for him.

  I need his seed. I need him to cum inside me – more than anything I’ve ever needed in my life.

  I imagine the flood of his cum exploding inside me – sending me over the brink. Another orgasm washes over me, my pussy contracting against his cock in desperation to milk the seed from him.

  I need his thick, creamy cum deep inside me. My abs tense from the anticipation of it, as I’m split in half by each of Marcel’s powerful thrusts.

  My next orgasm finally triggers Marcel. He lifts his head back, bellowing out in defiance against the universe as he releases himself inside of me. He thrusts himself fully inside me, and then he finally cums.

  Stream after stream of his potent seed fills me – and the Bond responds to it like a narcotic. Black, dark pleasure floods my mind, mixing with my own orgasm and dropping me into a pool of pure, mental ecstasy.

  Forever, and in an instant, it’s done. My mind slowly returns to sanity. Marcel is gasping for air as he pulls that massive, still-hard cock from me. His shaft is slick from my pussy juices and his own seed, and my mouth waters with the thought of sucking him clean.

  I feel so fucking empty now he’s out of me. The Bond d
emands that I sate his battle-brothers, too – and I ache for each of them to claim me.

  Lying on the bed, I struggle against their vice-like grips. The two Aurelians stop sucking at my nipples, and Lucius rolls me onto my side to face him.

  He’s so fucking big! I feel like I’m disappearing into his massive chest as he pulls me into his arms, opening my legs with a nudge of his knees.

  Suddenly he’s pressing against my eager pussy. My juices and Marcel’s seed are already dripping down to my ass, and they make me so slick and smooth as I feel the head of Lucius’s perfect dick nudging against my sopping wet, cum-filled entrance.

  I’m so empty – but not for long.

  Lucius can feel my soundless plea for more. He can smell my arousal and my abject need. He presses his hips forward, barely keeping control of his urge to claim me; letting me adjust to his size and hardness.

  Lucius rasps for air, his hands on my back – and then I feel it…

  Quint has crawled behind me, and now I feel his cock-head pressing against my ass cheeks, dangerously close to my wrinkled little knot.

  His pre-cum drips and lubes the entrance to my ass. He rubs his cock against my asshole, teasing me, and it makes me ache for something dark and delicious. He’s preparing to take that tight little hole – the first man to ever do so.

  Quint presses a finger against my tight little asshole, playing with the entrance. It drives me mad. I’ve never even known I wanted it this way – but suddenly, it’s all I can think of.

  I want both Aurelians inside me at once.

  Quint’s finger presses against my tight little hole, and the wetness of his pre-cum helps spread it open. His thick digit slides inside me, coated by that slick, alien pre-cum designed entirely for this purpose.

  As I prepare myself to be filled, Lucius pulls his cock-head out from my pussy – rubbing it against my clit and sending jolting sparks of pleasure through me.

  I need them inside of me.

  “Please,” I whimper, begging them to claim me. I bite my lip, feeling so helpless and needy in front of them.

  Quint groans, pressing his huge cock-head between the cheeks of my ass – until it nudges against my asshole.