Page 25 of Broken Triad
I’ll go into the mines alone if I have to.
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BOLDEN
Icould not sleep. The scent of her innocent, virginal slit, the heat between her legs, that tendril of lust burns in my being. I breathe in the night air, but all I can taste is her. I want to run my tongue over her body, kiss her, taste her arousal, make her whimper and moan as she writhes under my touch.
I stayed awake, looking out through the window towards the manor. My gaze was pulled downwards.
Somehow, I know she is not with the other servants.
She is my torture. My cock is a steel rod against my toga, the fine material driving me mad as it rubs against my cock with each movement, so I keep stock-still, but my manhood throbs relentlessly. I force down the Mating Rage, using every bit of my strength and discipline to stop me from surging towards her.
I’ve been rock hard since I smelled her sweet little cunt. It took every ounce of my willpower not to claim her in the study. The chair is a shattered pile of wood on the ground. Snapping it was my only release.
I could track her by scent alone, striding down the hallways, and burst into her room. She is in heat for me. For my triad. She belongs to us, and she knows it.
But how? How can she smell so right, so perfect, so made for me? There is only one thing stopping me from claiming what is mine, and it is knowing that we can never be truly together. I would mate with her and then feel the complete emptiness of seeding an unbonded woman.
Envy curdles through me as I think of General Ra’al and his new queen. He bred her publicly, and she earned the silver crown of a Fated Mate. The rebel forces destroyed the spire and killed the triad of Priests, but they kept her safe, and now they have the rest of their lives to look forward to. They will seed their Queen, while my triad fights and kills until we find our peace in battle, until one day we are too slow and take an Orb-Blade, or chance finally lets one of the near misses I’ve survived a hundred times too many obliterate me. Only then will I know rest.
Gods, but I want her. I want to run my tongue over every inch of her body, taste her lust for me, make her moan out my name. I slam my hand against the stone of the window. I reach down, under my robes, wrapping my hand around my hardness, and I have the urge to stroke my cock, something I haven’t done since I was a whelp in academy. I pull my hand away, snarling, because I know that in my moment of release, all I will think of isher,and that visions of that woman will torment me eternally, that there will be no relief, not until I’ve finally emptied my balls in her.
And then, though there will be relief, there will be no satisfaction, no end to my loneliness that only becomes bearable during combat when each second is spent in intense focus, where one lapse means death.
There’s this faint tendril of hope. Could the vision have been wrong? The Priests performed a blood ritual that caused the Bond to thrum, forcing every Aurelian feel his Mate. It’s never been flawed before.
Could it possibly have shown us the wrong woman? Were we meant to be together with Lola, and not that poor, brave soul who died on the Tomb?
I force down that hope. That is the true torture. The Priests told us there would be many trials in our destiny.
Three of the sacred order of Priests were cut down yesterday, during the terrorist attack that shattered the spire of the palace. I let rage boil up in me. I focus on the fiery anger, letting it wash away my pain as I imagine cutting down those responsible for the attack.
This planet must be cleansed of all who oppose us.
Then, it will be a base for our next operation.
Any moment, Obsidian could give us the call, and we will go into the heart of the Aurelian Empire for our strike.
There’s a sound from behind me. I turn, and Krazak is there. I didn’t even sense his aura in my mind, my thoughts are so clouded.
“We go to the city at first light to join the patrols. We’ve been assigned a Reaver.”
I do not speak. The words were pulled out of me by Lola’s presence.
“I’ve switched our route with another triad. We’ll patrol the northern regions. We’ll be near Ridgetown. If her father is alive, it’s the closest post to his last known location.”
My eyes narrow. He cast Lola out when she begged us to save her dad, knowing that another second in her presence and the three of us would snap.
We read the reports—the mining outposts were evacuated or wiped out completely, and her father’s was not among the fortunate to be rescued. The north mining posts are teeming with Scorp. We could have had a closer post to the Royal City, an easier one, but he put us there…
Because no matter how he told Lola that her father was lost, he craves to protect everything that is her. I feel it too, deep in myself, that the fierce angel of a woman must be kept safe. That is the feeling I cannot handle. This need to keep her protected, no matter what. I glance out through the window, hoping that she is deep in sleep.
We’re watching over her, now, but when we leave, who will protect her?
Khra comes out of the bedroom, sleepless, drawn by the tension in our beings that translates through our Bond. We were linked together in academy. We fought fiercely for the top position in our class against Ra’al’s triad. We served our first hundred years with him, and while other Aurelians retired to grow harems in Colossus, Ra’al’s triad and my own were drawn back to battle. We’ve fought by his side for centuries.
“What does it mean?” asks Krazak, his voice uncertain. I heard that tone in his voice when our Mate died. All the uncertainty was ripped out by the Priests, when we prayed in the dark temples, sitting in the black water for endless days without moving, listening to their incantations. They told us that we had a great destiny. That we will be the swords of the War-God. That we alone can deal a killing blow to end the false Queen’s rule.
