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A shuddering sob escaped as she imagined the future he described. It was desolate and hopeless. Being dominated by loving mates was a shocking departure from the future she had imagined back on Earth, but true subjugation was intolerable. She would rather be dead than spread her legs for someone as vile as Jevara.
Her captor lowered his arms and stepped back. “Do not move or I will thrash you with a strap.”
She continued to sob as he disappeared into the enclosed area. She heard the faint whirr of a cleansing pulser and realized he had ducked into a utility room, likely to wash his hands. When he returned, he had a blanket or simple garment draped over his arm. He paused for a moment and let his gaze sweep over her naked body one last time before holding out the garment to her.
“May I move now?”
He smiled and the simple expression transformed his face. He went from sinister vampire to some sort of dark elf or fallen angel. She really needed to read something grounded in reality for a change. She lowered her arms and stepped away from the partition, taking the garment from his outstretched hand. It was a wraparound robe, the rich green material clingy and semi sheer, but she was thankful to have it.
“Thank you.” Tightening the belt, she returned to her seat and watched him cautiously.
“My name is Kern Yarro and everything I told you is true.” He paused as if to make sure he had her undivided attention. “I was dispatched by the emperor to capture you and begin your training. What I have yet to tell you is that I am part of the rebellion and I have no intention of taking you to Jevara.”
Her eyes widened and hope welled inside her. “Oh, thank God. Will you—”
“I’m not taking you back to the Citadel either, so don’t react too quickly.”
She reined in her enthusiasm and simply listened. He’d introduced himself and had given her a robe. Weren’t those good indications? He’d also spanked her, fingered her, and made her humiliate herself. This was not a nice person.
He leaned against the partition with his arms crossed over his chest. “How much do you know about the Torretian rebellion?”
“Not much,” she admitted. “I’ve only been in this star system for two months and less than a month of that was spent at the Citadel. My education has been focused on power triads and their role in the war.”
“The war you are expected to participate in is not against the Torretian people. It is against the monster who rules them.” He pushed off the wall and closed the distance between them. Turning the seat next to hers around, he sat and pivoted toward her. “Our enemy is the same. We are unofficial allies.”
“You can’t kidnap an ally and expect them to continue to be your ally,” she pointed out. He was so different now that he wasn’t bullying her. He looked younger and a lot less intimidating. “If you’re not taking me back to the Citadel, what do you want from me?”
“We want the same thing that everyone else wants.”
“A power triad.” She sighed. She was so tired of being thought of as a conduit first and a woman second, a distant second.
“The difference is we will allow you to choose your mates, as long as you choose from among the rebels. From what I understand, your cousin and her mates are not even offering you that much freedom.”
Kern was right. Flora had provided her with a group of males who had been preselected by her mates. Raina had no idea what criteria they were using. There were hundreds of people training at the Citadel, but she was only allowed to choose from the small group they presented to her. “That’s not much of a consolation. I’m still being forced into a union I don’t want.”
His forehead creased and confusion flashed through his expressive eyes. “You’re a conduit. Your race was literally created for this purpose. How can you not want what is natural for you?”
“It’s not that simple. I was raised on Earth. All of this feels alien to me.” Her choice of words made him smile and her heart gave an odd little flutter. Now that the dynamic wasn’t quite so confrontational, she had to admit that Kern was physically appealing. He had that tall, dark, and dangerous look that never failed to turn her head.
Shaking away the momentary distraction, she focused on what he’d said. She’d never heard anyone refer to the members of a power triad as a race before. It actually made sense to think of them that way. Triads had been created to ensure the balance of power in the star system. The originators, a group of highly specialized scientists and mystics, found people with strong magical abilities and then edited and augmented their DNA to maximize those gifts. The triads passed on their new abilities to their offspring and the result was a new and unique race of beings.
“Are your potential mates courting you? Have any of them fucked you yet?”
Surprised by the frank question, she looked at Kern and shook her head. “No.”
“Are you a virgin? Your pussy is tight, but I did not feel a barrier.”
She rolled her eyes. Many women lost their hymen long before they took a cock into their pussy, but she didn’t want to start a fight over something so inconsequential. “I’m not a virgin.”
“Then why are you so reluctant to consider another option, one with more freedom for you?”
The soreness in her bottom had nearly dissipated, but her pussy felt slick and sensitive. Pressing her thighs together just made her want to squirm, so she left her legs slightly spread and concentrated on breathing. The problem with that was every time she inhaled, all she smelled was him.
“I asked you a question,” Kern reminded, his tone taking on its earlier sternness.
She sucked in a quick breath as heat cascaded through her body. How could his commanding tone affect her so profoundly? An image formed within her mind, unbidden and unwanted. She knelt in front of him, ass in the air, pussy presented for his pleasure. She was deeply flushed and soaking wet, more than ready for whatever he wanted to do to her. He could finger her, spank her, or fuck her, just as long as he made her come.
Turning her head to the side, she took a deep breath before admitting, “I have a crush on someone. He hasn’t submitted an application, but I’m hoping he will.”
