He was right, I owed them this.
I stepped back and held out my arm to indicate they should come in and take a seat. They filed past me one by one and my entire system went on high alert, the processing center dream coming back to me in full force.
But now I had faces to add to the fantasy. Hulking muscles and intense gazes to add to the mix. None of which was helping me remain calm. In fact, I was more agitated than I’d ever been. Even more upset than when I listened to my sister’s stupid message.
These aliens were here for me. They wanted me. They wanted to fuck me and claim me and take me back to their planet. Me!
I swallowed hard. What had I done?
I closed the door and leaned my forehead against it for just a second, hoping the cool metal would stop the shaking that had started all over my body. Closing my eyes, I silently counted to ten in an effort to fortify my defenses. My mind was in open revolt, screaming at me to kick them the hell out. But my body? God, it was defying all attempts to maintain control. I could smell them now. Man and musk and something so fucking addictive I almost couldn’t think.
Which left my heart as the deciding factor, and damn if the wounded organ wasn’t curling up in a ball of hurt inside me demanding I take what these aliens were going to offer. Home. Family. Love. Protection. Sex that would blow my mind and leave me begging for more. I just knew all of that to be true. Warden Egara had said as much when I’d changed my mind.
“Shit.”
“Cursing does not become a female as beautiful as you are.” That was the ice-man again, Mr. Blue Eyes. Zed. I didn’t know why, but it felt like he was the one I most had to worry about. The most dominant. The one whose word would be law with no negotiation. But, the others had yet to speak, to do anything but stare at me as if they wanted to toss me over their shoulders and carry me to the nearest horizontal surface.
“Sorry.” Jeez. Why was I apologizing? But it was true. I never cursed. My sister? She had the vocabulary of a sailor, so I generally let her speak for both of us when that type of language was…required. And why could I understand them? Their mouths were making odd shapes, clearly not English, but I understood them perfectly.
The pounding in my head localized to the new bump behind my ear and I frowned. The weird technology that huge needle had punched into my skull still hurt. But at least it worked. If they were spewing unintelligible nonsense, I’d be panicking right now.
At least I knew when I told them to get the hell out, they’d understand every word I said.
Turning around, I couldn’t stop the huge smile that spread across my face as I took in the scene. Three huge aliens, shoulder to shoulder, still looking like Vikings on vacation, sitting politely in a row on the tiny couch we’d bought at IKEA. They looked like adults in a pre-school sitting on the tiny plastic chairs designed for four-year-olds. Bare knees scrunched up. Arms bunched in front of them so they’d all fit. “Why don’t one of you move to the chair?”
The armchair wasn’t much better, and any one of the warriors would dwarf the seat, but even that had to be more comfortable than their present predicament.
“No.” All three of them spoke in unison so I shrugged and took the seat myself, facing them. Self-conscious, I tugged my robe down as close to my knees as I could get it, managing to cover up almost all the skin of my exposed thighs.
“Why not?”
“Because one of us would then have a tactical disadvantage in winning your favor.” He inclined his head to me. “I am Calder. Your mate.” The man with dark brown eyes spoke, and his voice was deep, but not hard like Zed’s. Smooth and seductive. My body responded just as it had to Zed’s command, with a rush of heat and added wetness between my thighs, making me squirm.
No squirming!
I couldn’t get the processing dream out of my head. Couldn’t stop imagining being between these three warriors. They were serious male specimens. All three of them.
Leaning back, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Tactical disadvantage? Are you at war?”
“Yes. A war for your heart, mate.” This was the third man, and his smile was easy, charming. “I am Axon. And I offer you pleasure such as you’ve never imagined.” He was the least intimidating of the three, despite the fact that he was equal in size. His eyes were green, his black brows making the contrast intensely interesting. He was, in a word, gorgeous. Greek god worthy. I imagined him looking up at me from between my legs as he made me come over and over with his skilled tongue.
Jeez. What the hell was wrong with me? It was like I was an animal in heat, unable to control my most basic urges. I wanted to see them. Really see them.
“Take off your hats,” I commanded.
They did so, each holding their ball cap on their lap as I took my time inspecting my Viken mates. The first man, Zed, had light blond hair cut military short. His lips were full, light pink, and curved up at the corner as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, knew why I was squirming. Maybe he did. His eyes were light blue, like lasers. So intense I couldn’t hold his gaze long without looking away.
The second, Axon, was the Greek god. Black hair just long enough to curl over the collar of his coat and caress the top of his arched brows. Olive skin. Green eyes as dark as pine trees. His smile was friendly, non-threatening. I could imagine him on a beach drinking a margarita without a care in the world. Or in an Armani suit in Los Angeles, dating a supermodel or an actress.
And the third? Calder. His hair was a deep auburn that made me want to run my hands through it to find out if it was as soft and warm as it looked. His hair was long, past his shoulders, and tied back with a band of some kind at the base of his neck. His lips were thinner, but his gaze was different from the others. He looked at me like I already belonged to him. Like he’d kissed me a thousand times. Like he was mine.
Holy shit, I was in serious trouble here. All big, dominant—blatantly so—and they all wanted me. Me! I squirmed some more.
Clearing my throat, I leaned forward again and rested my elbows on my thighs. Focus. Mindy. Trion. I had a plan. I would find a way to get to Trion and find a mate there. How hard could it be?
These three were gorgeous. Hunks. Perfect. They should have no trouble at all finding another mate willing to…umm...yeah. I could not finish that thought right now because did I really want all that amazingly heated focus on some other woman?
I swallowed again, licked my suddenly dry lips. “Look, I appreciate the fact that you all came here to meet me. I do. I’m flattered. But Warden Egara should have told you the truth. I can’t go to Viken. I’m sorry. I have to go to Trion.”
“Why?” Zed asked, his glacier gaze demanding the truth.
At least they were listening. “Because my sister is there. We’ve never been separated in our entire lives. Not for a single day, until now, until she volunteered eight weeks ago and was matched there. Where she goes, I go. I have to find her and make sure she’s all right. I have to go to Trion to be with her, not Viken. I’m sorry.”
There. Done. I’d told them the truth. Now they would leave. Which was oddly disappointing, but I’d deal with it.
Standing, I made my way to the door and wrapped my hand around the handle, ready to send them on their way. They could take their ridiculous clothing back to Viken as souvenirs from their visit.
Calder stood, took hold of the front of the shirt and tugged, the buttons flying off, pinging against the wall and the tile floor before he shrugged the fabric from his shoulders to dangle from one hand at his side.
I stopped breathing. Holy crap. Muscles. Scars. Man. Without the ridiculous shirt, he was magnificent. Unlike any tourist I’d ever seen before.
“I am Calder, your mate. Once you choose me, and the claiming is complete, I give you my word I will take you to Trion to find your sister.” The vow was given without hesitation and I knew he meant it.
I dropped my hand from the front of my robe and took a step toward him. He could take me to Trion? I didn’t know him,
didn’t know what he was like, but Warden Egara said the match was ninety-seven percent. That was pretty damn high, and seemed to me, worth the risk if he could get me to my sister. “I—”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence as both Zed and Axon stood as well, stripping off their ridiculous Hawaiian shirts, more buttons flying every which way as they did so. If they’d done that at my apartment complex pool, someone walking by would have fallen in the water. This, bare, was the real them. No disguises, nothing to hide behind.
Once their shirts hit the floor, I literally lost the capacity to think. Three smoking hot men stood before me, half naked, with a look in their eyes that had nothing to do with words and everything to do with sex. Mind blowing, surrounded by men, make me come over and over again, sex. Their shorts hit them a few inches above their knees and were in pastel shades, but I couldn’t have told you what color exactly because all I noticed was the thick bulges of their cocks beneath the cotton. Thick and long, like pipes. Oh. My. God. The aliens were armed with huge cocks. How did they walk around with those things? The bigger—yes, pun intended—question was…would they fit in my pussy?
This time, when I squirmed, my thighs were wet, my pajama shorts ruined because my pussy was eager to give them all a try.
And I wanted it. Them. Their cocks. All three of that big, long, thick alien maleness. My pussy was practically screaming for me to strip naked and lay down on the floor, let them do anything and everything they wanted to me. My body wanted the dream, the promise of pleasure I’d been teased with in that processing chair. I’d never even entertained the idea of three lovers before that. But now? It was all I could think about, especially with them standing before me, silently offering me everything.
When both Zed and Axon spoke up and made the same vow, I was stuck in place. Stunned. Confused. What the hell was going on here? And why were they asking me to choose one of them? Weren’t they all supposed to be mine? Three mates. That’s what Warden Egara had told me. Three. Not a choice between three. Because, seriously, who could choose? Doing so would be cruel and unusual punishment for any woman. I had three huge, half naked warriors offering themselves to me, each of them sexier than any man I’d ever seen before, and they wanted me to choose?
Not fair.
“What do you mean, if I choose you?” I asked. “Warden Egara told me all three of you were mine.”
They looked at me and I quickly took in their expressions, trying to read the situation.
Zed’s blue eyes held lust. Pure, raw lust.
Axon looked curious, as if I’d surprised him, his black brows arched.
But Calder? His brown eyes narrowed, as if he were angry, and his fair skin flushed slightly. Curse of the ginger, showing every emotion with a blush.
They remained silent.
I put my hands on my hips. “Somebody better start explaining. I was told I had three mates from Viken. If I agree to go with you, and since I was given three mates, I shouldn’t have to choose. I don’t even know you. How am I supposed to choose one of you over the others? I mean, the match was ninety-seven percent, right? I assume I’ve got the same percentage for all three of you big aliens.”
I didn’t need three men, but how could I pick? Asking me to choose when I’d known them for all of five minutes hardly seemed fair. Maybe I didn’t need them—having three mates seemed a bit excessive—but my body wanted them. All of them. Just like in my dream. And now, reality.
Calder cleared his throat. “The custom of taking three mates is new on Viken. None of us went through the process of finding a mate with the intention of following the new custom. We prefer—” His blush deepened.
Axon finished his sentence. “They don’t want to share.”
I focused on him. “But you do?”
He shrugged, the playboy look back in his eyes. “You’re beautiful, Violet.” The inertia that held us all paralyzed broke and he walked toward me slowly, as if afraid I’d bolt. When he got close enough, I had to tilt my head back…way back, to hold his gaze. He lifted his hand to my head and loosened the knot of hair at the base of my skull, using his fingers to comb the long strands forward, over my shoulders. “Hair like black silk.” His fingertips trailed over my jawline. “Skin soft as flower petals.” He leaned down and drew in a slow, deep breath. “You smell sweet and soft and”—his lips settled on the edge of my ear, the heat of his words making me shiver—“and very, very wet, mate. Ready for my cock.”
The other two leapt forward as he spoke the last word, but Axon held out his hand, warding them off. “She’s mine right now. We had an agreement.”
Zed and Calder froze in their tracks, but Zed’s eyes made me burn, tracking every single move Axon made. He was watching, and for some reason that made me hot, made me want to tempt him, tease him. To push him to change his mind about sharing…because I’d changed my mind about not wanting three aliens.
Calder clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides as if he wanted to punch the warrior touching me.
His possessiveness made my nipples harden. I felt…wanted, desired. Beautiful. And none of them were like an Earth guy, willing to pay for dinner and a movie just to get in my pants. They wanted in my pants all right, I had no doubt. But they wanted me. Desperately. They’d come all the way from Viken for me. They wanted me that badly.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on, or what to do, but Axon was right. My body was ready for him. For them. After almost two months of freaking the fuck out about my sister leaving, I’d used up all my self-control. Why should I have any? These three were matched to me. Warden Egara had confirmed it with her text. They weren’t creeps from Earth. They had different customs, different ways, ways that involved me dab smack in the middle of them…hopefully.
I owed it to Earth women everywhere to take exactly what these three were offering. I owed it to myself.
That was why I turned, went up on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck. I buried my fingers in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss.
4
Axon, Violet’s living quarters, Vero Beach, Florida, Earth
Gods, she was sweet. And wild. Over a foot shorter, she was climbing me like a Viken desert monkey. Her legs were about my waist, the ankles hooked at the base of my spine before I got her mouth open and my tongue found hers. Fingers tangled in my hair and tugged, the little bite of pain going straight to my cock, swelling it to painful proportions beneath the odd shorts garment I wore.
She pulled back for a second, looked me in the eyes. Hers were a dark brown, almost black and held heat, desire, but also a hint of surprise and even a little fear. Her face was round with high cheekbones. Pale skin, a pointed chin. But it was her lips that drew me in. I knew how they felt against mine. Full and plump, I ached to have them wrapped around my cock.
Our mate didn’t climb males as a habit. I didn’t know this for fact, but deep down, I knew. She was behaving like a new Viken mate who’d had a strong dose of seed power. Bold, uninhibited and eager.
Worked for me.
“More,” she breathed against my mouth, then kissed me again.
I growled, my hands sliding from her back and down to her ass, cupping the lush globes in my palms. She was so small, yet soft and curvy. Handfuls of perfection I could hold onto and didn’t have to worry about hurting or breaking. She would handle my aggressiveness, my cock. I knew all this just from a kiss.
She tasted like the sweetest Viken wine. Like dessert. When I breathed in, something floral or fruity filled my nostrils. My brain could hardly process thought, my cock taking over, and it wondered how she tasted and what her scent was elsewhere. Turning, I walked to the small couch we’d sat on, lowered myself so she was sitting on it and I was on my knees were before her. The floor was of large smooth stone squares and they were cool beneath my bare knees.
Earth had an unusual climate. Hot and wet. Humid, Warden Egara had said, as if a wet towel was tossed over me. Yet within Violet’s living quarters it was cold
, not the least bit damp. Like the controlled environment found on a battleship.
Yet as I pushed her thighs wide, slid my hands down to her ankles and spread them wide, I could feel the heat radiating from her. She wasn’t chilled. She was hot for it. For me.
I knew Zed and Calder were behind me, their eyes on Violet. Calder, from Sector One, was the one who liked to show off his mate, but I wasn’t jealous. Not now. Not since I was the one who moved her tiny little shorts to the side to bare her pussy. I was the one who lowered his head and licked up that sweet honey, tasted her. Made her arch her back and cry out my name.
My name.
Her hands were in my hair again, tugging, pulling me closer. She wanted it. Wanted what I would give her. The fabric of her small shorts—the same Earth garment Warden Egara had made a junior program operator go out and purchase for us to blend in, but Violet’s were tiny, extremely soft, and very damp from her arousal. They also frustrated me because I could not see all of her pussy with the fabric in my way.
Hooking my fingers around the oddly stretchy edge, I lifted my head enough to tug them down her hip. Thankfully, she helped me work them off her body until they were a tiny heap on the floor and she was back in the same position as before—with me between her luscious thighs. I glanced up at her, saw her dark eyes were hooded, her lips parted, and through her thin shirt, her nipples hard peaks. My mate was right there with me in this.
“You are delicious, your flavor is on my tongue. The best taste ever. I want more.”
Gripping her ass, I tilted her toward me, flattened my tongue and lapped her in one long strong stroke from ass to clit. “Tell me, mate, have you fucked before?”
She nodded, bit her lip.
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