Viken Command. Grace Goodwin
course, you will, which is why this discussion is over.” The doctor continued, and I held my tongue. “But there are three of you on Viken, and your covers place you as part of the elite security detail. However, your access to the more… sensual areas is limited. Perhaps you can keep your mate safe… and use her to accomplish the mission. A win-win.”
I had an idea where this was going, and I didn’t like it.
“You, Captain Alarr, are in the perfect place to welcome a new bride. The training huts of Viken are well known for their sensual arts, especially the vacation resort of Trixon.” He leaned closer and grinned at me the way only a Prillon could, his sharp features not quite able to make his mouth curve in a true smile. He looked like a snarling monster, but I was not about to tell him that.
“Use her, gentlemen. I know all three of you are listening to me. This is your mission, and the arrival of a new mate is the perfect distraction, the break we need. Being elite security is one thing but being mates with a new bride will allow you access to every hut. Every meeting. Every club. I have no doubt the resort will allow you to partake of the offerings during your personal time. And if Commander Clive is behind this, as I suspect, he will not think twice of you gaining access to these new… areas.”
Rarely had I wanted to punch a superior officer. This was one of those times. Commander Clive ran security at Trixon. We had absolutely zero proof that he was part of the smuggling operation, but Helion insisted. Said he’d met the man and didn’t like him.
Instinct.
Whatever. I preferred proof before I condemned a fellow fighter. Logic.
And every logical bone in my body was screaming at me to take my mate and run. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.
Helion was still talking. “Pleasure her as you go but use her presence to our advantage and find the ship, find the supplier and plant that tracking beacon on the delivery vessel before it leaves Viken air space.” He leaned back and smiled. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he had manipulated the Interstellar Brides testing match just so he could use this scenario to his advantage.
He made it sound so simple. Find the smugglers here, track them to a delivery of weapons and then place a tracking beacon on the delivery vessel so that when it returned to Coalition space, the I.C. could track it down and their suppliers within the Coalition Fleet.
Simple. Easy. Right? We’d already spent months following the illegal weapons supply to Viken, to this very resort, but we still had no idea who was behind the shipments.
But we did have a good idea of when the next delivery shuttle would arrive. All we had to do was pleasure our mate, keep her oblivious to our mission, track down the smugglers, sneak into the delivery area, place a tracking beacon on a Coalition shuttle without being detected, and then take our mate to Battleship Zeus to live happily ever after.
“What a fucking mess.”
Doctor Helion pretended not to hear my complaint. “Since you have already discovered where they are storing the weapons prior to delivery, you cannot afford to lose track of them now. They must be monitored at all times. After you discover who is running the smuggling operation, and you have placed the trackers inside those crates, and verified that the crates have been loaded onto the delivery vessel, only then may you go back to Battleship Zeus and return to your previous mission, hunting for the Hive stealth ships. I’m sure you will have no trouble ensuring that one of you is able to remain with your mate at all times. But until then, I need you on your home world. On Viken. At Trixon. Doing what you need to do to protect the other Coalition worlds. Keep track of those weapons. We’re too close to give up now. Mate, or no mate.”
“I don’t like this.”
“I don’t care. Do your job. Are we clear?” he snapped.
I refused to bow to him again. He was my commander, but he was also being an asshole, and he knew it. Forcing us to use our mate, to pleasure her under the guise of infiltrating a weapons smuggling operation? The idea of using her like that made me want to punch something. Not someone. Him.
Her pleasure should be pure, untainted by lies or Doctor Helion’s commands. But that was not to be. Not while we were on Viken. “We will transport with our female to Battleship Zeus when this is over, Doctor. Alarr out.” That was all the response he was going to get from me.
Disconnecting the comm, I turned to judge the reactions of the two males who would share my mate and help me protect and pleasure her.
Help me lie to her.
Teig was dark of hair, the waves a ragged mess that fell just past his chin. He looked like a barbarian, broad-shouldered and heavily muscled, which was fitting as he was from Sector Three, the steel gray band on his arm indicating his allegiance to that sector, as well as advertising to any available females that he loved to feast on the wet heat between their thighs nearly as much as Oran loved to dominate and control his lover.
Oran was from Sector Two and dressed from head to toe in their standard black. The color was a stark contrast to his pale blond hair, cut regulation short. But it was the steel will that had saved all of our lives more than once in the past that I would count on now. He would protect our mate fiercely.
I could rely on both males and had many times in the past. This was not our first mission together, but the first time the I.C. had sent us all home to Viken. The homecoming was bittersweet, our time working at Trixon reinforcing to all of us that we had no mate. No female to protect or pleasure. Seeing the other males with their sated mates had made me long for things I had not dared dream of for years.
Home. Family. Children. A reason to keep fighting. I needed that solace now more than ever. Ten years tracking the Hive had left scars so deep I knew they would never completely heal. And those emotional wounds had begun to ache of late, to wear me down. Never would I admit it to Teig or Oran, but I was breaking into pieces, and I needed our new mate to glue me back together somehow.
She was a gift. One I wished to treasure, adore, pleasure. Protect. But Helion wanted us to use her. Lie to her. Give her pleasure as a ruse to assist us in our hunt.
The idea made me burn with fury, and yet I knew I would obey his order. I knew that once I had my mate before me, I would not be able to resist making her come all over my cock. I imagined the cries of pleasure she would make as we brought her body to orgasm over and over again. Relentless, our Seed Power making her beg for more. Always more.
I shifted my cock inside my dark uniform and glared at the now blank screen. “I can’t believe this.”
“I am really beginning to hate that Prillon.” Oran paced in front of the door, back rigid, eyes darting in a continuous check of the perimeter and exits of our quarters.
“He’s just doing his job,” Teig commented. “We do ours, and at the same time, we can give our mate so many orgasms she has no idea we’re here for any reason other than to take care of her. By the time we take her back to Battleship Zeus, she’ll never doubt our devotion. And we’ll keep her out of danger. Tell her this special bonding time was part of our plan. For her. A special, traditional Viken mating that we initiated just to ensure her happiness.” Teig was sprawled in a chair, one leg straight out in front of him and one hanging over the arm, foot swinging as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
He was the trickster among us. Sweet-tongued with the ladies, but he’d slit an enemy’s throat before one realized his smile didn’t quite reach his dark eyes. He, too, would protect our mate well. And pleasure her with oral skills I did not possess. I was not bothered by the idea, for I would satisfy her in other ways.
I ran my palms down the dark brown of my Sector One uniform and frowned. “I don’t like this. She’s our mate, not a pawn to be used in Helion’s game.”
“We’re all pawns, Alarr. And we need to get those weapons out of circulation before there is another massacre.” Teig wasn’t wrong. Just a few months ago, dozens of innocents were slaughtered at an illegal trading station