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I’d say I wanted Amaden first, but I’m almost
scared to see how big that cock is he’s got in his pants. It felt
huge against me. A cock that big might tear me apart, so best you
and Ryllan get on me first. I’ll have the beast last, after you’ve
primed my body for him.”
    Greylin shook his head, the visions
going through his head enough to make him want to follow through
with the prince’s suggestions. “We’re here to rescue you. Not fuck
you.”
    Aleth looked down at Greylin’s cock,
which he knew was tenting his pants without following Aleth’s
gaze.
    “ Your cock says something
different.”
    Greylin reached for the door. “I don’t
know what kind of kinky, decadent life you’ve lived in the palace,
but we’re not interested in playing your little games, Prince
Aleth.”
    Greylin exited before his lie became
more apparent. He backed against the door and felt sweat beading on
his forehead and back. Closing his eyes, he saw himself sinking
into Aleth’s soft body and finding oblivion in his mate.
    His mate? No. They had no mate.
    However tempting Prince Aleth was,
they needed to focus on escape and survival, not slipping their
cocks into the pretty little prince’s backside.
     
    * * * *
     
    Aleth stepped closer to the door,
sensing Greylin on the other side. He’d yet to hear footfalls
walking away and knew the warrior had been just as needful as Aleth
had been. Why Aleth had gone completely insane and his mouth had
gotten away from him, he didn’t know.
    He was a virgin.
    Yet he wanted these males with a need
he’d never experienced before.
    Playing the seducer wasn’t in Aleth’s
area of expertise. He was doing a terrible job of it, it appeared,
but then perhaps his victims weren’t as willing as they seemed. In
actuality, he’d only really done it to set them off kilter to make
it easier to escape, not to truly garner a response.
    Hadn’t he?
    Not only had he failed to distract
them, but he’d also failed to escape before he’d gotten yanked on
their ship—a ship that was lifting off even as he stood there. He
could feel the gentle movement making his knees feel
weak.
    He looked down at his encased hands,
angry they bound him so. Wiggling around, he realized they’d bound
him with his gauntlet on. Aleth laughed, easily slipping one hand
out of bondage. After a little tugging, he was able to get the rest
of the box off his other hand and completely freed himself. With
the cover back on his deformity, he took a deep breath and started
plotting and planning his escape.
    Silly males.
    Aleth only needed one of them to open
the door and he’d have them under his control. He walked over to
the locked door and banged on it, hoping the sexy Greylin would
open it. Something about the male’s white hair made him erotically
exotic. But really, he’d take any of the three handsome warriors.
Before he forced the warrior to do his bidding, he’d use his power
to persuade him to take away the need still aching within,
whichever one opened the door.
    A sudden thought struck Aleth.
Kannomite warriors were rumored to abide by the old laws—they
continued the old ways of triad lovers. Three males would take
another as their fated mate. A shiver of delight raced up Aleth’s
spine as he imagined being used by all three of them at the same
time.
    He closed his eyes, knowing he needed
to get ahold of himself. His first mission was to free himself from
his new prison, not let them use and abuse his flesh, no matter how
tempting that sounded.
    Knocking on the door with the metal
box they’d encased him in, he waited for whoever came, if any of
them responded at all. Instinctively, Aleth knew one of them would
eventually, if he made enough noise and irritated them enough. He
beat on the door again a few moments later and saw the knob
turn.
    The last male, Ryllan, stood staring
at Aleth with his sexy, bright green eyes. He glanced down and
immediately took in Aleth’s free hands. Before the warrior