Viken Command. Grace Goodwin
about sex.
He smiled at me. “I am pleased to see you in the color of my sector. You are very beautiful, mate.”
“Get our mate a cloak. Now.” I turned at the sharp command and saw a fierce-looking male with military short blond hair and eyes that saw right through me. His look made me shiver again, my nipples hardened, and my pussy clenched with remembered pleasure.
It had not been him in the dream, but someone similar, a male whose voice demanded compliance. Dominance. And while I was on the other side of the universe, I’d woken up from my testing no more than thirty minutes earlier, the sounds and feelings from the it still flowing hot and wild in my blood. And that voice. Shit. He was hot.
I met his gaze and shivered again. No. Cold. Like ice. Ice that burned.
Warden Egara knew exactly what she was doing to us brides, didn’t she? Get us hot and bothered with the processing dream, then ship us off to hot, virile alien warriors with lust in their eyes and cocks as hard as rocks.
Both Alarr and the blond male were not even trying to hide their interest. Nor the way their cocks bulged beneath their pants. And as much as the intensity from the blond male made my pussy clench, I was grateful to have Alarr’s hand in mine, his calm, staid assurance that things with the ice man wouldn’t go too far.
I’d never been pushed out of my comfort zone when it came to sex. But I knew that was going to change, and the thought both thrilled and terrified me.
What the hell had I done? Given up my life on Earth, walked away from my apartment on the coast, the beach, the sand. Walked away from a family who’d ruined everything. Taken a chance. Started over.
Started over. Remember that. No rules. No history. Just me.
And them. My mates. All three of them.
Alarr led me to stand before the second male, his eyes were like blue ice, his focus on me, but it was Alarr who spoke. “Mate, this is Oran, your second mate. He, too, will protect you and see to your pleasure.”
Oran took my hand and bent low, placed a kiss on the inside of my wrist, a kiss that sent a ripple of awareness up and down my spine. Heat, not cold, spread from the small place he touched. “Hello, mate.”
He lifted his gaze, taking me in inch by inch. He lingered on my round hips, my full breasts where the fabric clung like a second skin. When his gaze reached my lips, I swayed toward him, unable to resist the invitation I saw in his eyes.
Holy shit. These guys were fire. Pure fire. I was in big, big trouble. And that testing dream? It had been like a warm-up porn flick.
He pulled me into his arms and placed a soft, tender kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I must go, mate. I have to report for patrol. Alarr and Teig will take care of you until I return.”
Oddly disappointed that I wasn’t going to get all three of them now, like right fucking now, I turned my head slightly and kissed him on the lips. Softly. Quickly. “Can’t you call in sick?”
Shameless. I was totally and completely out of my damn mind, and I didn’t care. I should have just nodded, taken a little time to adjust to… everything, but I ached. I was seriously horny for three hot aliens.
I was bold, but I wasn’t usually so brazen about my sexuality, especially with someone I’d just met. I knew that the normally soft brown of my cheeks would have a red undertone with those words, but I didn’t care. I was tired of being afraid all the time, of not asking for what I wanted. That was the old me. The Earth me. Watching my family unravel, my father and brother go to jail, had made me hyper-aware of the passing of time. I only had one life. One. I was tired of being afraid to live it.
And I wasn’t on Earth any longer. I could be the new me. Only me. Not Whitney Mason of the notorious Mason family. But Whitney, mate of Alarr. And two others.
Oran stepped back and shook his head. “If you mean to request that I lie about having an illness to spend time with you?” His gaze shifted to meet Alarr’s, and the heat left his eyes, replaced with something I imagined his prey might see were he on a hunt. His gaze was empty, without mercy, and I didn’t want to be whatever he was patrolling for. But when his gaze rested on me, the heat returned along with something else. Tenderness. Surprise. Perhaps pleasure that I had made my desire for him known? “I cannot. I must go, but I vow, mate, that I will more than make up for your loss of pleasure later. Alarr and Teig will see to your every desire.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me struggling to breathe as Alarr’s hand came to rest on the small of my back. Heat burned through me as I processed the fact that the fine predatory fighter was mine. Alarr was mine. Oran was mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
But that was only two, and damn it to hell, now that I’d had that dream, I wanted three. All three. Dedicated to me. Touching me. Taking care of me. My family had been a mess my whole life. Liars. Con men. Thieves. Not to be trusted. I always—always—had to take care of myself. It would be so amazing and wonderful to be able to trust someone else. Three someones…
Searching for my third mate, I turned at Alarr’s bidding and met the gaze of a dark god. His hair was longer than Oran’s and fell to just past his chin, the dark curls and black eyes intense but not with the ruthless control like Oran’s. This male’s gaze was all about pleasure. If I’d met him in a bar back home, I’d assume he was the player to slay all other players. Everything about him screamed sex. Pleasure. More sex. Sweaty sex. Bent over the barstool sex. On the pool table sex. In the shower sex. Up against the wall sex.
His grin widened as he studied the rise and fall of my chest and the dark, pebbled nipples peeking at him from under the silken fabric.
Someone brought him a dark, black cloak of some kind, and he took it without taking his gaze from me. This was the cloak Oran had ordered when I shivered. What he failed to realize was that I was not shivering from the temperature in the room.
Alarr stepped away just enough for the dark-haired god to place the cloak around my shoulders. His touch lingered on my neck and I sighed at the gentleness. Standing between the two males, I had the first taste of what my future would be like caught between them, Alarr’s heat at my back, this male’s hands on my neck, his lips so close I could practically taste them.
“You are Teig?” I asked. Oran said Alarr and Teig would take care of me while he was away. Hopefully, this sex-god was also mine. He was too busy staring to respond right away, his gaze locked on mine until I squirmed.
“Yes, my lady. I am yours.” His fingers traced the line of my collarbones as Alarr stepped up and pressed his hips to my ass, his chest to my back. I was surrounded by hot, sexy male.
“Okay.” Brilliant, but hey, it was the truth. Okay. Hell yes. Way more than okay.
His smile made my heart melt a little. “What is your name?”
What? Alarr’s hand was on my hip, fire traveling up my side to rattle my brain.
Behind me, Alarr chuckled, the vibration of sound moving through my chest like a kitten’s purr. Pure bliss. “Our female is in need, Teig. Too overwhelmed by us to give her name.”
Teig didn’t tear his gaze from mine. Held me locked in place as he lifted a fingertip to my full lips. “Your name, love? Tell me, and I’ll kiss you.”
Like a pet being offered a reward, I told him, eager for his mouth on mine. “Whitney. My name is—”
Teig’s lips crushed mine as Alarr’s hands wrapped around me to cup my full breasts. My ass rubbed against a long, hard cock as Alarr lowered his head to nibble on the side of my neck.
Oh. My. God. I was hot and lost and wild and achy and… what was my name? There were two mouths on me. Four hands. Two cocks pressed against me.
I was dying, trying to breathe, and this was only two of them. I tore my lips from Teig’s—God that male could kiss—and tried to regain my senses. I was not going to fuck two men in a transport