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with a woman. The Spygian in him longed to make her his.

“I cannot wait to fuck you, my mate,” he said softly, trying out the English term for mating that he’d so recently learned, and finding that he liked it.

Standing next to him, Leikos grunted in assent. “Think you she is truly our mate?”

He reached down to adjust himself as he gazed upon the unconscious woman.

“The scent is strong,” Andros replied. “Stronger than any other potential mate I

have come upon. Yes, I believe she is ours.”

“Good,” grunted Leikos. “The sooner we can determine this, the sooner we can be

on our way back to Spygia.”

Leikos pushed the transmitter on his arm cuff, creating an auditory connection

between them and their ship.

“Have you found her?” Zafron’s deep voice sounded out.

“Yes,” Andros replied. “Leikos will bring us back to the ship.”

The air around them buzzed and rippled when Leikos activated the transporter. In

a flash, they were back in the control room. Zafron eagerly approached them, admiring their potential mate. Andros felt a strong surge of pride, hearing the groans of

unfettered excitement from Leikos and Zafron as they examined the female.

Zafron breathed in admiration, reaching down to stroke his cock through his

loincloth. “She is exquisite.”

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“She is,” Andros assented. “According to the information we found at her

apartment, her name is Natalie Woodrow. I believe she is our mate.”

Leikos reached out and ran a hand through the woman’s long blonde hair. Taking

Leikos’ cue, Zafron placed his hand on her cheek, his fingers trailing down her neck, then lingering perilously close to her breasts. Even Andros was unable to contain a

rough groan at the sight of the sleeping woman’s slender form.

“Enough,” he said hoarsely, pulling her body away slightly. If he didn’t seek to

control them now, how far would they go? They were more than likely even now

imagining what it would be like to rip the tight fabric of her slacks off, to take turns plunging their stiff, aching cocks deep inside her womanly heat.

But, as much as they might imagine it, things would not be progressing so quickly.

There would have to be the choice—and the ritual—to determine whether she was in

fact their mate.

Would that we could give you more time, Natalie, but things must be done quickly
.

They had reached their mating period, and thoughts of sex constantly loomed in

their minds. Would continue to do so, until they were mated. On top of this, they were more than eager to return to Spygia. With the wars brooding on the outer planets,

Spygia could use the presence of every male, the better to keep it protected.

“I will place her in her quarters until she awakens,” Andros continued roughly.

“Then we will enlighten her and have her make her choice.”

The men nodded and murmured in tortured assent, sexually frustrated as they

were. They might not like waiting, but they understood that it was a necessity. The

woman must make the choice to be their mate. It could not be forced on her.

“Andros, I have prepared her quarters based on the image you provided me of her

living space on Earth,” Zafron said.

“Very good,” Andros replied. With long, quick strides, he was out of the control

room, away from his men. He walked down the short passageway, approaching the

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around the space confirmed that Zafron had indeed done an excellent job of recreating the sleeping quarters of the woman.

Gently placing her on the bed, he was unable to resist sitting next to her for a

moment. Would she accept him and his men? He knew from his studies of the planet

that cultural norms were different on Earth. Women generally had relationships with

one man at a time, though the men weren’t often so discriminating. He could only hope that she would be one of the women who found pleasure in sharing herself with more

than one man. That he wouldn’t have scented her if she was not amenable to the idea.

If she accepted them, they would spend a lifetime revering her, reminding her of

the wisdom of her decision.

The enticing woman gave a soft moan and turned her head to one side, exposing

the delicate column of her throat to his view. It was amazing how unbelievably aroused he was by this simple show of flesh.

“By severn, you are truly irresistible, female,” he breathed. “My Natalie.”

His distended cock jerked in awareness, tenting the fabric of his loincloth. Reaching down, he pushed the loincloth up, freeing his arousal and closing his fist around it. He gave his swollen cock several pumps. All too quickly, he felt his release coming to him, evidence of just how aroused this female had made him. He came with a tortured hiss,

his semen flowing from the engorged tip of his cock.

Andros removed his hand from his cock, looking down at Natalie’s peaceful face.

“Next time I find my release, I will be buried deep inside your willing body, my mate.

This I promise.”

With one last look down at the luscious curves of her body, he forced himself to rise and leave the room.

* * * * *

Natalie was having the best erotic dream. She was surrounded by several men,

admiring her, desiring her. Making her feel all too turned on.

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It was a pretty amazing dream, but apparently she awoke too early, because when

she opened her eyes she was in her darkened bedroom, and she was still heavily

aroused. “Fuck, why couldn’t I stay asleep a few more minutes,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.

She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she must have, because she was lying in her

bed, her familiar soft-pink down comforter underneath her. Looking down, she saw

that her shoes were still on her feet.
That’s weird.

As she sat up, she remembered the last thing that had happened. The two men

materializing in her apartment. Men who looked nothing like any man she’d ever seen

before. Who appeared to be plucked straight out of her imagination, with looks a model would envy and fuckably muscular bodies.

“Hmm…I guess that was part of my dream, too.” It was disorienting, but Natalie

had suffered from overly vivid dreams all her life. There were times she truly didn’t remember what was a dream and what had actually happened to her. So she wasn’t too

concerned about it.

Something was off, though. She couldn’t really put her finger on it, but the room

seemed different somehow. Flipping on the lamp sitting on the bedside table, she

looked around. Same bright pink walls, same paintings. But there was something…

It’s the dimensions of the room.
They were…different. Standing up, she walked over to the heavy curtains covering the window and flipped them back, expecting to see the

familiar views of the city nightscape—tall buildings, never-ending traffic and endless city lights.

“Oh my god!”

Her hand went limp, the curtain falling from her grasp and coming back down to

cover the window once again. She fought to remain standing as her knees went weak.

“I’m dreaming. I’m still dreaming. That can’t be what I saw.”

Reaching her shaky hand up, she slowly and carefully lifted the curtains back again

to reveal the view outside the window.

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It hadn’t changed.

She was looking out at a never-ending blanket of stars. And below her, far below

her, the round globe of Earth.

It was unbelievable. Inconceivable. But there was no mistaking it.

She was in outer space.

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“Are you sure she can accommodate all three of us?” Zafron asked Andros

impatiently as he stalked back and forth through the control room. “She seems rather

fragile.”

That was typical Zafron, all brusque irritation. Not that Andros blamed him. It had

been a long time since he had been mated. Since any of them had been mated. The men

were impatient, eager to fuck. Especially now that their mating period had approached.

As a species that derived much of their strength from sexual energy, it was all any

of them ever thought about lately. And the death of their planet’s females had

weakened Spygia critically. They needed to be mated and rejoin their Spygian brethren before the outer planetary wars drew any closer to their home planet.

“She smells right, does she not?” he said to Zafron.

The men murmured their assent, adjusting themselves uncomfortably as they

remembered the sweet, arousing smell of her sex.

“We must perform the ritual quickly, so that we can mate her,” Leikos said as he

rubbed his cock through his loincloth.

“Yes,” Andros agreed from his position at the captain’s station. “But she must

consent.”

That was the crux of it. As much as he’d love to part her thighs and bury himself

deeply in her sex, he couldn’t do that unless she asked for it.
I’ll make her beg for it
, he thought darkly, rubbing his hard arousal.

“I must admit, I too have wondered whether she will be able to handle all of us,”

Leikos said.

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“Do not forget, there are other human women who are mated to Spygian men,”

Andros responded.

True, more often than not, Spygians found mates among the Arethrans or the

Keulots, but there was the occasional Earth woman who could withstand the rigors of

Spygian lovemaking. And the Spygian homing instinct that was bestowed on him as the

leader of his pod had led him to Earth. To Natalie.

“She
will
take us all, my brothers. She was made for us.”

* * * * *

Natalie blinked furiously at the view she was facing outside her window. “I’m

dreaming,” she said with a shaky laugh.

After all, it was either that or she really was in space. The former was much easier

to believe.

“Wow, this is probably the craziest dream I’ve ever had.”

Since it was just a dream, might as well go with the flow. She turned and headed

toward the door. She was surprised when the door slid open as she approached it.

“Hmm. Just like
Star Trek
.” It seemed that the knob was simply an illusion.

She stepped out of the room into a long, narrow passageway. Definitely not her

apartment. “I
must
be dreaming.” That was the only logical explanation.

Biting her lip, she looked to the left and then to the right. There were sliding doors in each direction, but just to her left was a wider, more important-looking set of doors.

She took a deep breath. “Okay, just a dream. Just a dream.”

Walking over to the set of doors, she stood before them as they opened, revealing a

large room with several stations. Three men were in the room. Three men who looked

quite similar in appearance, with their long, silky hair, toned, muscular bodies and

barely there wardrobes. Who appeared to ooze sex as their powerful bodies turned to

face her.

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Her gaze moving back and forth between the men, she was able to pick out the two

from her kitchen. The man with the golden eyes—Andros—was seated at a counter that

housed a set of controls. Leikos was standing beside him, leaning back against a counter that had more controls.

The other man also had distinct eyes, a shade of shimmering aquamarine. And at

the moment, all eyes were turned toward her. Unless she missed her guess, they were

hungrily taking her in, perusing her up and down as if they wanted to devour her. The men put off pheromones that absolutely drove her wild. That made her think maybe

being devoured wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I know I’m dreaming,” she said conversationally, taking a few cautious steps into

the room. Even though this was a dream, the men
did
seem to radiate danger, so a little caution might be in order.

“Dreaming?” repeated Andros as he rose from his seat, a look of amusement on his

face. “Is that what you believe?”

“Well, I don’t believe in aliens, and even if I did, they wouldn’t look like you. It’s not possible for us to be in a spaceship hovering over Earth. So, yeah, I think I’m

dreaming.”

Andros gave her a saucy grin, and her heart stopped as he stalked toward her. She

couldn’t help but look down, taking in the planes and ridges of his toned chest and abs, the slight trail of hair that began below his bellybutton and dipped down into that

ridiculous excuse for a loincloth. A huge bulge tented it to unbelievable proportions.

Natalie gulped as her eyes shot up to Andros’ in alarm.
That
couldn’t be real.

Andros merely cocked an eyebrow, silently daring her to say something.

“Yeah, definitely a dream.”

Andros gave her another sexy grin. “Well, if this is just a dream, perhaps you don’t

wish to hear our reason for bringing you here?”

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Really? So her imagination had concocted a story to go with her dream alien

abduction. This would be interesting. “I’d
love
to hear the story.”

“Then please, take a seat,” Andros said politely, running his fingers down one arm

before placing his hand on her back and guiding her to the seat he had just evacuated.

Natalie tried to suppress the shiver she felt at his touch. The man’s hands were electric.

When she was seated, Andros casually leaned back on the counter. His position put