Her Viken Mates. Grace Goodwin

       Rager, Planet Viken, Northern Array, Medical Bay 1

      My eyes were closed as I relished the moment, bombarded by my other senses. Soft, silky skin under my hands. The hard pulse of my own heartbeat raging through my cock like pain-filled thunder. The soft scent of feminine heat surrounded me, the musky aroma of my mate’s hot, wet pussy just inches away from my eager mouth and I drew in a deep breath, savoring her desire, the mindless anticipation of her body as I made her wait for what only I could give her.

      She was mine. Her thighs quivered beneath my large palms, and her whimper of need floated in the air and echoed in my body like a cymbal strike, the reverberations traveling straight to my rock-hard cock in agonizing waves. I welcomed the sweet agony of wanting her so badly. This need, my desire for her was like a drug, ruthless and intoxicating. I never wanted this feeling to end. I’d waited so long for her. My mate.

      In some deep, dark corner of my mind I knew this wasn’t real. I knew I was unconscious in an examination chair on Viken. My hands were strapped to the firm armrests, not holding her pussy open to taste, lick and suck—and eventually, fuck. I knew the luscious curves and welcoming heat of the woman’s body, her desire, her trust wasn’t really mine, that I would wake up bereft and alone.

      Always alone.

      But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop because it was just so damn incredible. I was sharing the thoughts and desires of another warrior, one who’d already been matched and mated, and this woman was his. Her body was his to master, to conquer, to torment with endless pleasure.

       Mine.

      No, not mine, but the drive to find the one who did belong to me was driving me on. The idea was more instinct than thought, and I allowed this other warrior’s need to guide me because in this moment, I wanted to taste this female, to bring her pleasure, to hear