Summary:
Strength is found when surrendering to destiny.
Graham has suffered so much at the hands of the Nall. Ever since he was enslaved after the invasion, he’s been raped and tortured by the Alasharian Supreme Commander and his cohorts. Condemned to die by hanging for his part in the human rebellion, Graham gives in to the inevitable, no longer caring if he lives or dies. But an unexpected event occurs and at the last moment, Graham is saved.
Balor is a guard to the Nall, but he’s also a part of the growing rebellion among the Alasharians. When one of the Nall’s advisors enlists his help in getting a human prisoner to safety, Balor comes to his aid. Startled by the soul match hum that sparks to life when he touches Graham, but unable to do anything about it, Balor is determined to protect his human match at all costs. When Advisor Oman arrives on the scene to rescue Balor as he helps Graham to escape, it becomes clear that yet another alien/human triad is forming—even if Graham may never accept being bonded to two aliens after the trauma he’s endured at the hands of Alasharians.
The time has come to depart to the secret military complex located in the Rocky Mountains where the human and Alasharian allies will stage their final assault against the Nall and the Void. Families are reunited and others torn apart as they prepare for battle. But the biggest question that remains is where Chris has gone. The allies fear what will become of them all if the special human Sha Sha Ar chose to lead them spiritually is no longer there to guide them.
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of battle violence, and mentions of rape and torture.
Summary:
Bravery will lead you to your destiny.
The human and alien rebellion is at hand, but those who have already arrived at the secret military facility are without the one who has inspired them to stand against the Nall. Chris, the human chosen by the Alasharian spiritual leader, Sha Sha Ar, has been missing since the escape to the hideout. Those who have never seen Chris before, have only heard tales of his visions, begin to doubt his existence. Fear spreads through the group as humans and Alasharians alike wonder if they’re all doomed, that maybe Chris is a fantasy or has already fallen at the hands of the Nall.
Graham, Morgan and their Alasharian matches stand before the worried group to reassure them that Chris is real. They’ve barely begun to speak when they are forced to fight an unexpected foe. But before the final battle against the Nall and the Void begins, all must search within themselves to discover what part they will play to achieve their destiny—and to summon the bravery they’ll need to see it through.
Reader Advisory: This book contains graphic battle scene violence and medical play, as well as references to rape and torture. There is also a scene involving urethral sounds.
Summary:
Slave for Two
What is destined cannot be changed.
Chris has had a monumentally bad month. First, an aggressive band of aliens invaded the Earth, conquered the world, and now he’s fighting for survival in the mountains with his family and the neighborhood bigot. Just because he’s barely out of his teens and a bit on the scrawny side doesn’t mean he can’t watch out for his mom, sisters and younger cousin. Chris keeps searching for the brighter side of things, but his humor is wearing thin. Fear can do that to a guy.
Lasar and Nary are a soul matched pair of warriors from Alashar. Lasar is Nary’s Ahna, the one who dominates him, and Nary is the Nasha, or submissive, to Lasar. Every Alasharian, regardless of orientation, needs the balance of the power exchange to exist peacefully within their lifelong soul match bond. When Lasar is awarded a war prize, he sends Nary to look over the recent arrivals.
Chris and his cousin Morgan are captured and sent to the slave cages where they discover from the other imprisoned young men that they are destined to be sex toys for alien pairs. When one of those aliens saves Chris and his cousin from being abused by the slave master, Chris hopes that the seemingly kind alien won’t be too horrible an owner.
Lasar and Nary are finally alone together with their new sex slave, ready to enjoy their reward. However, in the middle of their playtime a shocking event occurs that not only disrupts Chris’ world even more than it already has been, but also challenges everything that Lasar and Nary have always held dear. As Lasar searches for answers, he begins to question the reasons behind the Earth invasion and where his loyalties should really lie. As their Ahna, he must be the one who decides whether they will all be safer together, or apart.
Cherished by Two
Destiny rewards those who embrace it.
Hiding from Two
Embracing destiny was never meant to be easy.
Surrendering for Two
Strength is found when surrendering to destiny.
Fighting for All
Bravery will lead you to your destiny.
Surrendering for Two #4
Graham huddled with his dad and brother on the warm concrete surface of the desert park’s amphitheater. Their hands were bound in front of them with a thick, scratchy rope and a curtain separated them from the stage where whatever preparations were being made for the show that was about to take place. Show? Our execution. He pressed his lips together, stifling the cry that threatened to burst out. It amazed him how he could still be shocked or terrified by the actions of the sadistic monsters who had taken over Earth.
It’s better this way. Better that I die.
Ever since he’d been captured during the initial invasion, his existence had been nothing but a series of events that had kept him in a constant state of fear, had scarred his body or had fucked with his head. The aliens who had conquered their planet were too strong—they’d easily beaten down the Earth’s military forces in less than a month. What point was there in continuing as one of their sex slaves? And anyway, now that he’d been recaptured for being a part of the human rebellion, his sentence had been made clear.
Death by hanging.
He peered up at his brother, Paul. As he gazed into his petrified eyes, Graham wished he could have somehow saved him and their dad. They’d never given up on their resolve to take back the planet. By comparison, Graham was weak. Once he’d gotten away from the aliens the first time, he hadn’t wanted to fight anyone. He’d begged them to leave the city with him, to find somewhere in the wilderness where they could live in safety and peace. His father had taken him by the shoulders, had shaken him and destroyed what little hope he’d had left when he’d told him that such a thing wasn’t possible.
‘That’s where they captured so many of the others, in the foothills, far from anything. We barely escaped the round-ups there. We can’t hide anymore, not for good. We take back what is ours however we can, no matter the cost.’
Graham swallowed hard, his heartbeat picking up a quicker pace at the sounds of a crowd forming, the noise building on the other side of the divider as it became obvious that he and what remained of his family were drawing closer to the end. Graham sniffed, glancing at their surroundings. Three huge Alasharian guards watched over them as he, his brother and his father awaited their fate. The Nall—the Alasharian version of their king, as Graham had come to discover—was likely due to arrive at any moment. Why else would they have been removed from their cages and brought to the Palm Desert Civic Center Park, then had their clothing ripped from their bodies right before their wrists had been tied together?
Graham couldn’t hold back a sneer as he caught the eye of one of their guards. The alien’s large eyes darkened, narrowing in clear anger. He didn’t give a shit. Beaten to a pulp or strangled by a rope, it hardly made a difference. As he continued to stare down the guard, he noted that the sparkling, prismatic quality of the Alasharian’s eyes that he’d found fascinating when he’d first been captured had seemed to dull as time had gone on. At least for some of them. Strange.
Paul and his dad had managed to evade capture for a while and they’d never been used as sex slaves. Graham was glad that at least they’d been spared that humiliation. From what he’d been able to ascertain after his capture, his brother or father wouldn’t have met the criteria as an alien sex toy anyway. All the human men and women he’d seen at the cages, or after he’d been sent to the Nall’s residence, had been smaller and slender. The type of human sex slave they seemed to prefer ran contrary to the build of the large, muscular aliens.
Paul nudged Graham in the side with his elbow. Graham had sort of drifted in his mind. The horrors of what he’d been enduring over the past few weeks wouldn’t release their hellish grasp on his thoughts. He made himself focus on his brother, his eyebrows raised in question. They’d both been smacked across the face the last time they’d tried to speak to each other.
It was difficult to get into a comfortable—or even reasonably non-painful—position, so they’d been using each other as support. Graham laid his head on Paul’s shoulder, angling it to one side to be as close to his brother’s lips as possible. Paul’s breath blew past the shell of his ear as he whispered, “We need a diversion. Something to distract them so we can get away.”
Graham closed his eyes, sighing. His first instinct was to just shake his head then leave it at that. But he couldn’t. He’d seen the anguish in Paul’s expression, knew his brother wasn’t ready to die. He might have given up, but Paul hadn’t. He owed it to him to at least try.
Graham cleared his throat softly, turned his head more until his face was almost buried in the side of Paul’s neck. “How?”
Paul whispered again, “You’re the closest to the curtain. If we keep shifting like we’re adjusting our positions, but continue moving in that direction, once you get to the point where you can yank it down—”
“Quiet!”
Graham cried out in pain as a guard’s boot connected with his ribs. He instinctively curled into a ball to protect himself while Paul was backhanded by a different one. His dad yelled out for them to stop and Graham watched in horror as his father was punched so hard by the third Alasharian that blood gushed from his nose before he slumped onto his side.
“Dad!” Paul rose on his knees and was smacked again. He landed with a grunt on top of their father, and they both struggled together, raising their tied wrists in front of their faces to fend off more blows the best that they could.
“Halon!”
Graham gasped, rolling away from the tussle, shocked at the outburst from the female Alasharian who had rushed in waving her arms before shoving at the guards. Maybe she doesn’t want us too damaged for the show. He recognized her as one of the aliens who would show up at the Nall’s residence then disappear with him into another room with similarly-attired aliens. They would all wear the same bland, beige robes, a stark contrast against the Nall’s grander ones. Graham assumed she had to be part of their government in some capacity.
His move had caused him to become separated from his brother and dad so that the guards and the female alien stood between them as they argued over something he couldn’t understand. He found himself on the outer edge of the backstage area, with a grassy expanse of the park extending beyond the amphitheater toward the college. He gazed at it with longing, his heart beating high in his throat, the idea of freedom a tease that his mind had latched on to. Graham licked his lips then turned back to the confusion. Not without Paul and Dad.
The female rushed toward him and he cringed. One of the guards grabbed her shoulder right before she reached him and she whirled around, punching her fellow Alasharian hard in the face. The alien’s head snapped back and he flew into the two other guards, knocking them down. Paul cried out and Graham stretched his neck to see what had happened, but all that was visible was a confusing mass of alien and human bodies flailing on the ground.
Graham squeaked as the female yanked him up by his upper arm. She got right in his face, growling through clenched teeth.
“Run! Get out of here. Now!”
“Wha…?” He shook his head in confusion, his body shaking uncontrollably from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. “But…my brother, father…”
“I’ll get them, but you have to run right now. It will create more of a distraction if they go after you, but you have to go!”
She shoved him away from her right as another guard who had surged to his feet grabbed her in a chokehold. She jerked her head back, whacking him hard with her skull, and their grappling began anew. Graham stumbled down the two small steps, landing on his knees and sucking in a sharp breath from the sting of his flesh where it had been scraped away. The chaos of shouting and fighting echoed behind him, but he didn’t stop to look. Run. Now. A distraction.
Graham used his elbows and restrained hands to propel himself upward and scrambled to his feet, running as far and fast from the amphitheater as he could, not daring to glance over his shoulder. The stretch of grass behind the concrete structure was thankfully free of the Alasharian crowds. A line of bushes along the sidewalk next to a grouping of trees seemed as if it would be a great place to hide while he caught his breath and assessed who might be after him. I don’t want to lose Paul or Dad either. They’ll be coming this way any minute.
He dove into the cluster of trees, ignoring the scratchy hedges tearing at his skin while he squinted toward the direction he’d come from. It’s too dark. While there had been plenty of light near the large gathering, the rest of the vast area was only illuminated by the occasional streetlamp shining along the roads that wound between the college and park. He wiped at the sweat that ran in rivulets down his face using his forearms. Have to get this fucking rope off somehow.
Right as he began to ponder why the female alien would want to help them, he was grabbed from behind, a large hand covering his mouth before he’d even had the chance to scream. He was held tightly against the massive form of the alien who had captured him. He fought with all that was in him, kicking backwards, jabbing with his elbows as he tried to twist his body free.
“Hush! We don’t want them to catch us.”
Us?
Fighting for All #5
Morgan gasped, then exhaled on a low moan as he came for the third time that day. He barely had a drop of seed left and he was exhausted. Only this time, the drain on his energy seemed different, less all-consuming. Is the bonding almost over? Equal parts relief and sadness filled him at the realization. I shouldn’t be selfish. The danger and uncertainty that surrounded them—and the mystery over why Chris, Lasar and Nary were taking so long to arrive at the hideout—didn’t give him the right to wish that he and his Alasharian matches could stay within the joyous bubble the sealing process had demanded of their bodies.
Rama tugged Morgan close to his chest and Hallosh wrapped his body around Morgan’s back, embracing them both. They were a mess of cum and sweat, never having taken the time to clean up after their previous romp. Instead, they’d fallen asleep on the jumble of blankets and mattresses that took up most of the floor space in the private cubicle where they’d chosen to complete their soul match bonding. Morgan was sore in all the right places and in a few he wished he weren’t. The past several days had been stressful and exhausting in the underground military facility where they remained in hiding, the only respite being the pull of the soul match between him and his Alasharian mates. Their bonding had been his only comfort.
“Ahna Rama?” Morgan idly played with one of the golden beads intertwined in a thick tuft of Rama’s black hair. “What happens when the bond between us is complete?”
“We’ll care about things other than sex, food and sleep.” Rama chuckled. “I honestly never dreamed it would be like this, be so overpowering.”
Hallosh yawned as he snuggled closer. “Agreed. Although I suppose it’s not so much that we haven’t cared about anything else, just that it’s been such a challenge to do anything about it.”
Morgan’s stomach clenched whenever talk shifted to the looming battle that was ahead of them all, human and Alasharian alike. His Ahna Rama had been a celebrated warrior for many years, a Rahna to the fighters who served under him. And while his other Ahna, Hallosh, was not a warrior but an ex-advisor to the Nall, he was still strong and able to fight. All males and females of both races who had the ability to battle would be called upon. Morgan wanted his mates to do their part, but the bonding process between them had depleted their reserves. Fear for the beings he loved so much, who he’d only now begun to share a life with, never entirely left his mind.
“Easy, Nasha.” Rama pressed his lips to Morgan’s head. “We will protect you with our lives.”
Hallosh nuzzled Morgan’s neck. “Yes, love. We would never let anyone near you.”
Morgan fought back the tears that were forming. “But who will protect both of you? I want to help, want to know my Ahnas will also be safe.”
“I am strong and so is Hallosh. There will be a part for you to play, Nasha. But it won’t be in battle.”
Morgan huffed. “I know how you see me, Ahna Rama. I’ve been weak and afraid since the invasion began. My behavior when I first went to live with you was just as bad. Yet when I consider what my life would be like if something were to happen to either one of you? That is more terrifying to me than any physical harm I might face.”
Both his mates cocooned him even more. Rama spoke against his ear, his deep voice low and soothing. “I know you are brave, sweet Nasha. I believe that’s the true reason you love the dragons in your stories so much. They’re strong and majestic.” He pressed his lips to Morgan’s head before continuing, “But it’s clear you also understand how important it is to me and Hallosh that you remain safe. If we were to be in battle, while also worrying over your safety, that’s what would make us weak. If you want us to be strong, you will obey your Ahnas.”
Morgan’s heart hammered. Just the hint of danger regarding his mates terrified him. Still, he needed to trust, submit to his Ahnas the way Rama said. Chris had helped explain the concept of the balancing between them all, how their mastery over him and his submission which was freely offered would combine to make them stronger than if they were on their own. His obedience would be more powerful than any other support he could give.
Morgan sighed, determined to stay resolute. “Yes, Ahnas. I’ll obey. But if there’s anything I can do to help, even if it’s not on the battlefield, even if it’s a chore that needs to be done here in the caves, I need to do it. I’ll go crazy if all I do is sit here and wait to find out whether you’re both okay.”
They fell silent, and Morgan imagined they were all contemplating what they’d shared. As much as he wanted to only dwell on the love and comfort of his mates, one enormous worry overshadowed everything else.
Chris.
In the days since they’d first arrived at the military facility, no communication from Chris or his matches, Lasar and Nary, had been received. Their own journey to the hideout had been treacherous, with one of the Nall’s battleships attempting to shoot them down. As it was, an Alasharian ally ship had been sacrificed to protect the others. What if Chris was shot down too? He didn’t want to give voice to his fear, didn’t want to consider the possibility that his cousin and closest friend might be gone. As it was, unease had spread throughout the hideout as humans and Alasharians whispered that their spiritual leader might be dead.
Hallosh and Rama both murmured reassurances to him, his worry undoubtedly strong enough in his spirit that they’d been able to see a picture in their minds of what saddened him. Rama angled back his head as he placed a finger under Morgan’s chin, encouraging him to lift it so he could capture his gaze.
“Sweet Nasha, it is much too soon to give up hope. Sha Sha Ar wouldn’t have chosen Chris if his soul hadn’t led him to your cousin. And he has two of the finest Alasharian warriors at his side. You mustn’t worry yourself—you’ll be no good to any of us if you make yourself sick. You need to remain strong for Chris’ mother and sisters. Don’t let them see your fear.”
Morgan gave a slight nod against the pillow as he held Rama’s gaze. “I’m trying. Before we left, Chris said something about how the Void would attempt to trick us, find our weaknesses and poison our minds that way. I wonder if this is what he meant? Because whenever I get too scared or too worried, that awful sensation of blackness that filled me at the execution starts to build.”
Rama furrowed his brow, his clear blue eyes radiating concern. “Have you been attacked again?”
Hallosh let out a low growl as he clutched Morgan tighter. Morgan covered Hallosh’s hand where he gripped his waist in an attempt to reassure him.
“No, nothing like that. It’s difficult to explain. The best way I can think of describing it would be like when you hear a far-off sound, but you can’t quite tell what it is.”
Rama still appeared uncertain. “Then why do you believe it’s connected to the Void?”
“Because the dread in the pit of my stomach is still there, and that unspeakable buzzing is like that far-off noise. I know it sounds crazy, but I think whatever that thing is, it’s trying to get to me still. But it can’t, because our bond is much too strong for it to penetrate.”
At last the corners of Rama’s lips curled up and the lines in his forehead smoothed. “Then you have your answer. The love we share will keep us all safe.” Rama gave him a wink. “And once we have more time to train you and you get a proper balancing session, you’ll feel even better.”
Morgan frowned. “I enjoyed the spanking and I’m always respectful.”
“Oh, Morgan.” Rama brushed his hair back from his forehead as Hallosh chuckled then pressed his lips to Morgan’s neck. “Of course you are. You’re perfect for us, a wonderful Nasha. But the balancing helps to maintain the peace within the match.”
“Yes, Nasha.” The deep rumble of Hallosh’s voice sounded next to his ear. “We are as we should be right now. Once the rebellion has been a success, we can build our life together, have numerous balancing sessions.” Hallosh nipped at Morgan’s earlobe. “And many, many revolutions of enjoying our bond.”
Rama crushed their mouths together and Morgan let the kiss envelop him before Hallosh joined in. The urgency of their connection as three brought the soul match hum alive. For the first time since the initial kiss had sparked their bonding, he wasn’t overtaken by the hum. It remained static, embracing them, but not compelling them to succumb to their desire.
Our bond is complete. Morgan held on to Rama’s and Hallosh’s words, as well as his own. He had to believe the soul match that entwined them together would be their biggest defense against the insidious force of the Void, the light that would eradicate the dark.
Otherwise, all who had bonded and those who were allies would be damned along with him and his mates.
Graham huddled with his dad and brother on the warm concrete surface of the desert park’s amphitheater. Their hands were bound in front of them with a thick, scratchy rope and a curtain separated them from the stage where whatever preparations were being made for the show that was about to take place. Show? Our execution. He pressed his lips together, stifling the cry that threatened to burst out. It amazed him how he could still be shocked or terrified by the actions of the sadistic monsters who had taken over Earth.
It’s better this way. Better that I die.
Ever since he’d been captured during the initial invasion, his existence had been nothing but a series of events that had kept him in a constant state of fear, had scarred his body or had fucked with his head. The aliens who had conquered their planet were too strong—they’d easily beaten down the Earth’s military forces in less than a month. What point was there in continuing as one of their sex slaves? And anyway, now that he’d been recaptured for being a part of the human rebellion, his sentence had been made clear.
Death by hanging.
He peered up at his brother, Paul. As he gazed into his petrified eyes, Graham wished he could have somehow saved him and their dad. They’d never given up on their resolve to take back the planet. By comparison, Graham was weak. Once he’d gotten away from the aliens the first time, he hadn’t wanted to fight anyone. He’d begged them to leave the city with him, to find somewhere in the wilderness where they could live in safety and peace. His father had taken him by the shoulders, had shaken him and destroyed what little hope he’d had left when he’d told him that such a thing wasn’t possible.
‘That’s where they captured so many of the others, in the foothills, far from anything. We barely escaped the round-ups there. We can’t hide anymore, not for good. We take back what is ours however we can, no matter the cost.’
Graham swallowed hard, his heartbeat picking up a quicker pace at the sounds of a crowd forming, the noise building on the other side of the divider as it became obvious that he and what remained of his family were drawing closer to the end. Graham sniffed, glancing at their surroundings. Three huge Alasharian guards watched over them as he, his brother and his father awaited their fate. The Nall—the Alasharian version of their king, as Graham had come to discover—was likely due to arrive at any moment. Why else would they have been removed from their cages and brought to the Palm Desert Civic Center Park, then had their clothing ripped from their bodies right before their wrists had been tied together?
Graham couldn’t hold back a sneer as he caught the eye of one of their guards. The alien’s large eyes darkened, narrowing in clear anger. He didn’t give a shit. Beaten to a pulp or strangled by a rope, it hardly made a difference. As he continued to stare down the guard, he noted that the sparkling, prismatic quality of the Alasharian’s eyes that he’d found fascinating when he’d first been captured had seemed to dull as time had gone on. At least for some of them. Strange.
Paul and his dad had managed to evade capture for a while and they’d never been used as sex slaves. Graham was glad that at least they’d been spared that humiliation. From what he’d been able to ascertain after his capture, his brother or father wouldn’t have met the criteria as an alien sex toy anyway. All the human men and women he’d seen at the cages, or after he’d been sent to the Nall’s residence, had been smaller and slender. The type of human sex slave they seemed to prefer ran contrary to the build of the large, muscular aliens.
Paul nudged Graham in the side with his elbow. Graham had sort of drifted in his mind. The horrors of what he’d been enduring over the past few weeks wouldn’t release their hellish grasp on his thoughts. He made himself focus on his brother, his eyebrows raised in question. They’d both been smacked across the face the last time they’d tried to speak to each other.
It was difficult to get into a comfortable—or even reasonably non-painful—position, so they’d been using each other as support. Graham laid his head on Paul’s shoulder, angling it to one side to be as close to his brother’s lips as possible. Paul’s breath blew past the shell of his ear as he whispered, “We need a diversion. Something to distract them so we can get away.”
Graham closed his eyes, sighing. His first instinct was to just shake his head then leave it at that. But he couldn’t. He’d seen the anguish in Paul’s expression, knew his brother wasn’t ready to die. He might have given up, but Paul hadn’t. He owed it to him to at least try.
Graham cleared his throat softly, turned his head more until his face was almost buried in the side of Paul’s neck. “How?”
Paul whispered again, “You’re the closest to the curtain. If we keep shifting like we’re adjusting our positions, but continue moving in that direction, once you get to the point where you can yank it down—”
“Quiet!”
Graham cried out in pain as a guard’s boot connected with his ribs. He instinctively curled into a ball to protect himself while Paul was backhanded by a different one. His dad yelled out for them to stop and Graham watched in horror as his father was punched so hard by the third Alasharian that blood gushed from his nose before he slumped onto his side.
“Dad!” Paul rose on his knees and was smacked again. He landed with a grunt on top of their father, and they both struggled together, raising their tied wrists in front of their faces to fend off more blows the best that they could.
“Halon!”
Graham gasped, rolling away from the tussle, shocked at the outburst from the female Alasharian who had rushed in waving her arms before shoving at the guards. Maybe she doesn’t want us too damaged for the show. He recognized her as one of the aliens who would show up at the Nall’s residence then disappear with him into another room with similarly-attired aliens. They would all wear the same bland, beige robes, a stark contrast against the Nall’s grander ones. Graham assumed she had to be part of their government in some capacity.
His move had caused him to become separated from his brother and dad so that the guards and the female alien stood between them as they argued over something he couldn’t understand. He found himself on the outer edge of the backstage area, with a grassy expanse of the park extending beyond the amphitheater toward the college. He gazed at it with longing, his heart beating high in his throat, the idea of freedom a tease that his mind had latched on to. Graham licked his lips then turned back to the confusion. Not without Paul and Dad.
The female rushed toward him and he cringed. One of the guards grabbed her shoulder right before she reached him and she whirled around, punching her fellow Alasharian hard in the face. The alien’s head snapped back and he flew into the two other guards, knocking them down. Paul cried out and Graham stretched his neck to see what had happened, but all that was visible was a confusing mass of alien and human bodies flailing on the ground.
Graham squeaked as the female yanked him up by his upper arm. She got right in his face, growling through clenched teeth.
“Run! Get out of here. Now!”
“Wha…?” He shook his head in confusion, his body shaking uncontrollably from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. “But…my brother, father…”
“I’ll get them, but you have to run right now. It will create more of a distraction if they go after you, but you have to go!”
She shoved him away from her right as another guard who had surged to his feet grabbed her in a chokehold. She jerked her head back, whacking him hard with her skull, and their grappling began anew. Graham stumbled down the two small steps, landing on his knees and sucking in a sharp breath from the sting of his flesh where it had been scraped away. The chaos of shouting and fighting echoed behind him, but he didn’t stop to look. Run. Now. A distraction.
Graham used his elbows and restrained hands to propel himself upward and scrambled to his feet, running as far and fast from the amphitheater as he could, not daring to glance over his shoulder. The stretch of grass behind the concrete structure was thankfully free of the Alasharian crowds. A line of bushes along the sidewalk next to a grouping of trees seemed as if it would be a great place to hide while he caught his breath and assessed who might be after him. I don’t want to lose Paul or Dad either. They’ll be coming this way any minute.
He dove into the cluster of trees, ignoring the scratchy hedges tearing at his skin while he squinted toward the direction he’d come from. It’s too dark. While there had been plenty of light near the large gathering, the rest of the vast area was only illuminated by the occasional streetlamp shining along the roads that wound between the college and park. He wiped at the sweat that ran in rivulets down his face using his forearms. Have to get this fucking rope off somehow.
Right as he began to ponder why the female alien would want to help them, he was grabbed from behind, a large hand covering his mouth before he’d even had the chance to scream. He was held tightly against the massive form of the alien who had captured him. He fought with all that was in him, kicking backwards, jabbing with his elbows as he tried to twist his body free.
“Hush! We don’t want them to catch us.”
Us?
Fighting for All #5
Morgan gasped, then exhaled on a low moan as he came for the third time that day. He barely had a drop of seed left and he was exhausted. Only this time, the drain on his energy seemed different, less all-consuming. Is the bonding almost over? Equal parts relief and sadness filled him at the realization. I shouldn’t be selfish. The danger and uncertainty that surrounded them—and the mystery over why Chris, Lasar and Nary were taking so long to arrive at the hideout—didn’t give him the right to wish that he and his Alasharian matches could stay within the joyous bubble the sealing process had demanded of their bodies.
Rama tugged Morgan close to his chest and Hallosh wrapped his body around Morgan’s back, embracing them both. They were a mess of cum and sweat, never having taken the time to clean up after their previous romp. Instead, they’d fallen asleep on the jumble of blankets and mattresses that took up most of the floor space in the private cubicle where they’d chosen to complete their soul match bonding. Morgan was sore in all the right places and in a few he wished he weren’t. The past several days had been stressful and exhausting in the underground military facility where they remained in hiding, the only respite being the pull of the soul match between him and his Alasharian mates. Their bonding had been his only comfort.
“Ahna Rama?” Morgan idly played with one of the golden beads intertwined in a thick tuft of Rama’s black hair. “What happens when the bond between us is complete?”
“We’ll care about things other than sex, food and sleep.” Rama chuckled. “I honestly never dreamed it would be like this, be so overpowering.”
Hallosh yawned as he snuggled closer. “Agreed. Although I suppose it’s not so much that we haven’t cared about anything else, just that it’s been such a challenge to do anything about it.”
Morgan’s stomach clenched whenever talk shifted to the looming battle that was ahead of them all, human and Alasharian alike. His Ahna Rama had been a celebrated warrior for many years, a Rahna to the fighters who served under him. And while his other Ahna, Hallosh, was not a warrior but an ex-advisor to the Nall, he was still strong and able to fight. All males and females of both races who had the ability to battle would be called upon. Morgan wanted his mates to do their part, but the bonding process between them had depleted their reserves. Fear for the beings he loved so much, who he’d only now begun to share a life with, never entirely left his mind.
“Easy, Nasha.” Rama pressed his lips to Morgan’s head. “We will protect you with our lives.”
Hallosh nuzzled Morgan’s neck. “Yes, love. We would never let anyone near you.”
Morgan fought back the tears that were forming. “But who will protect both of you? I want to help, want to know my Ahnas will also be safe.”
“I am strong and so is Hallosh. There will be a part for you to play, Nasha. But it won’t be in battle.”
Morgan huffed. “I know how you see me, Ahna Rama. I’ve been weak and afraid since the invasion began. My behavior when I first went to live with you was just as bad. Yet when I consider what my life would be like if something were to happen to either one of you? That is more terrifying to me than any physical harm I might face.”
Both his mates cocooned him even more. Rama spoke against his ear, his deep voice low and soothing. “I know you are brave, sweet Nasha. I believe that’s the true reason you love the dragons in your stories so much. They’re strong and majestic.” He pressed his lips to Morgan’s head before continuing, “But it’s clear you also understand how important it is to me and Hallosh that you remain safe. If we were to be in battle, while also worrying over your safety, that’s what would make us weak. If you want us to be strong, you will obey your Ahnas.”
Morgan’s heart hammered. Just the hint of danger regarding his mates terrified him. Still, he needed to trust, submit to his Ahnas the way Rama said. Chris had helped explain the concept of the balancing between them all, how their mastery over him and his submission which was freely offered would combine to make them stronger than if they were on their own. His obedience would be more powerful than any other support he could give.
Morgan sighed, determined to stay resolute. “Yes, Ahnas. I’ll obey. But if there’s anything I can do to help, even if it’s not on the battlefield, even if it’s a chore that needs to be done here in the caves, I need to do it. I’ll go crazy if all I do is sit here and wait to find out whether you’re both okay.”
They fell silent, and Morgan imagined they were all contemplating what they’d shared. As much as he wanted to only dwell on the love and comfort of his mates, one enormous worry overshadowed everything else.
Chris.
In the days since they’d first arrived at the military facility, no communication from Chris or his matches, Lasar and Nary, had been received. Their own journey to the hideout had been treacherous, with one of the Nall’s battleships attempting to shoot them down. As it was, an Alasharian ally ship had been sacrificed to protect the others. What if Chris was shot down too? He didn’t want to give voice to his fear, didn’t want to consider the possibility that his cousin and closest friend might be gone. As it was, unease had spread throughout the hideout as humans and Alasharians whispered that their spiritual leader might be dead.
Hallosh and Rama both murmured reassurances to him, his worry undoubtedly strong enough in his spirit that they’d been able to see a picture in their minds of what saddened him. Rama angled back his head as he placed a finger under Morgan’s chin, encouraging him to lift it so he could capture his gaze.
“Sweet Nasha, it is much too soon to give up hope. Sha Sha Ar wouldn’t have chosen Chris if his soul hadn’t led him to your cousin. And he has two of the finest Alasharian warriors at his side. You mustn’t worry yourself—you’ll be no good to any of us if you make yourself sick. You need to remain strong for Chris’ mother and sisters. Don’t let them see your fear.”
Morgan gave a slight nod against the pillow as he held Rama’s gaze. “I’m trying. Before we left, Chris said something about how the Void would attempt to trick us, find our weaknesses and poison our minds that way. I wonder if this is what he meant? Because whenever I get too scared or too worried, that awful sensation of blackness that filled me at the execution starts to build.”
Rama furrowed his brow, his clear blue eyes radiating concern. “Have you been attacked again?”
Hallosh let out a low growl as he clutched Morgan tighter. Morgan covered Hallosh’s hand where he gripped his waist in an attempt to reassure him.
“No, nothing like that. It’s difficult to explain. The best way I can think of describing it would be like when you hear a far-off sound, but you can’t quite tell what it is.”
Rama still appeared uncertain. “Then why do you believe it’s connected to the Void?”
“Because the dread in the pit of my stomach is still there, and that unspeakable buzzing is like that far-off noise. I know it sounds crazy, but I think whatever that thing is, it’s trying to get to me still. But it can’t, because our bond is much too strong for it to penetrate.”
At last the corners of Rama’s lips curled up and the lines in his forehead smoothed. “Then you have your answer. The love we share will keep us all safe.” Rama gave him a wink. “And once we have more time to train you and you get a proper balancing session, you’ll feel even better.”
Morgan frowned. “I enjoyed the spanking and I’m always respectful.”
“Oh, Morgan.” Rama brushed his hair back from his forehead as Hallosh chuckled then pressed his lips to Morgan’s neck. “Of course you are. You’re perfect for us, a wonderful Nasha. But the balancing helps to maintain the peace within the match.”
“Yes, Nasha.” The deep rumble of Hallosh’s voice sounded next to his ear. “We are as we should be right now. Once the rebellion has been a success, we can build our life together, have numerous balancing sessions.” Hallosh nipped at Morgan’s earlobe. “And many, many revolutions of enjoying our bond.”
Rama crushed their mouths together and Morgan let the kiss envelop him before Hallosh joined in. The urgency of their connection as three brought the soul match hum alive. For the first time since the initial kiss had sparked their bonding, he wasn’t overtaken by the hum. It remained static, embracing them, but not compelling them to succumb to their desire.
Our bond is complete. Morgan held on to Rama’s and Hallosh’s words, as well as his own. He had to believe the soul match that entwined them together would be their biggest defense against the insidious force of the Void, the light that would eradicate the dark.
Otherwise, all who had bonded and those who were allies would be damned along with him and his mates.
M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys hot stories of men loving men forever after. They can be men in uniform, Doms and subs, rock stars or bikers - but they're all searching for the one (or two!) who was meant only for them.
When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on more installments of Sin City Uniforms and The Hampton Road Club, as well as the follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey's story from Rockin' the Alternative.
EMAIL: MorticiaKnight@gmail.com
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