Viken Command

by Grace Goodwin

  But three fathers? If the baby popped out with red hair like Alarr, would Teig be upset? And how did Viken DNA work with human? I had black hair. Dark eyes. My skin was like melted milk chocolate with a dash of cream. On Earth, if I had a red-head or blond man’s baby, that baby was going to look like me. But here? I had no idea, and they didn’t appear to care. They’d said nothing about my skin color, my hair. Nothing.

  They looked at me and accepted me. Touched me. Wanted me.

  They’d already told me I was beautiful.

  Good lord. No wonder I was putty in Alarr’s hands. I’d never been treated like... like nothing about me was unusual. Or suspect. Or less. I’d been labeled my whole life by one thing or another. Female. Black. Rich. Artsy. Rebellious. A flake when I quit prep school. A sell-out when I had white friends. A free spirit when I moved to California. My father had even called me a traitor when I’d refused to vote in the last election. Labels. Fucking labels.

  And now? Now I was no one. My body was practically floating with the heady freedom I found in that. Actually, feeling light-headed and overwhelmed, I clung to Alarr as he carried me along the path, Teig two steps ahead, clearing our way.

  I had no idea where I was other than on Viken, but this didn’t seem like a town. There were no stores or houses or roads. It was all manicured flower beds with exotic blooms I’d never seen before, gorgeous buildings with soft silks and sheer fabrics blowing in a light breeze. The pathways were lighted by glowing stones carved into the shapes of the actual flowers that scented the warm air. Everything was beautiful. Soft. Erotic.

  It felt like an exclusive honeymoon resort on a tropical island like Fiji or the Maldives.

  And wasn’t I on my honeymoon? Kind of? I was married now, matched. Mated to three Viken males from another world.

  I leaned into Alarr’s arms and relaxed. Warden Egara never mentioned the possibility of a match being an asshole. It wouldn’t be a match then, would it, since I didn’t want an asshole. What woman would? I had to trust in the match, in the testing and that Alarr was honorable where my father was not. That he was trustworthy, that he would keep me safe while I learned about my new planet.

  This was my home now, right? He was my home. Oran and Teig, too. And from everything I’d heard, these alien warriors never lied, never cheated. They were as honorable and noble as it was possible to be. Warden Egara wouldn’t have steered me wrong.

  I could trust my new mates. I smiled to myself, relaxing. Finally, I could trust someone. Fall in love. Give them everything. I’d already given up my world, my planet. Everything I knew. For Alarr and Teig and Oran. My mates.

  Breathing in Alarr’s masculine scent, I smiled, the first genuine, huge, from-the-depths-of-my-heart smile I’d had on my face in years. I was free.

  When he carried me over the threshold into a small bungalow suite decorated with more sheer, golden fabrics, glowing rocks, and a bed covered in ivory and big enough for four people, I sighed.

  Oh, yes. This was me now. The new me. No more Earth bullshit. No Wall Street, con men or politics. I didn’t fucking care who got elected president or what corporation went bankrupt. No more being judged by my cousins because I went to private school or grew up in a penthouse in Manhattan. No more Walter Mason’s daughter. No more paparazzi. No more lies. No more history. It was all gone now. All of it.

  And it was perfect.

  4

  Captain Teig, Trixon Pleasure Resort, Personal Quarters, Planet Viken

  * * *

  Whitney.

  Whitney.

  The female before us was perfect. Exotic. Entrancing. I didn’t envy Oran, having to meet her and then leave. It was downright cruel. If his cock throbbed anything like mine, he was going to be miserable to work with. I pitied anyone who breached security protocols, for he would not go easy on them.

  But I didn’t think of Oran for long, not with our mate before us. Oran could have her. Later.

  Alarr set her on her feet, and I looked her over. Again. I wondered if I’d ever get enough of just staring at her. Taking in her height, taller than many Viken females. She was not lithe, with distinct curves and toned muscles. While Alarr had carried her with ease, she would not be mistaken for a child. Not with those plump breasts and round ass. My mouth watered at the sight of hard nipples poking against the soft fabric of her traditional Viken dress, and I wondered what she would taste like when I fucked her with my tongue.

  Her dark skin glowed in the soft room lighting as if warmed from within. Where Alarr was fair, I was dark, but Whitney was beautifully darker still. The four of us were all so different in appearance; Alarr with his long red hair, Oran with his short blond spikes, I with my black hair and midnight eyes, and Whitney… perfection in the gown, the deep woodsy color of Sector One matching her skin so well, the black cloak on her shoulders, making her a temptress.

  She was beautiful. Unique. Mine. No, ours. That was what she was. She’d barely arrived on the planet, and I knew it as truth. I’d barely touched her, Alarr at her back as I’d taken her lips. I’d never had such sweet bliss on my tongue. But now we had her—in private as she’d desired—to explore. To please.

  I wanted to drive my tongue into her pussy and suck her clit into my mouth. I clenched my teeth, need driving me as I allowed Alarr to set the pace. I was not feeling reasonable at the moment. Our mate was exotic. Beautiful. I wanted to taste her skin. Her kiss. Her pussy. I wanted to lick and suck every inch of her, then fuck her mouth with my hard cock. I wanted to stroke her soft throat as she swallowed me down.

  “Teig.” Alarr’s stern tone snapped me out of my daze, and I moved to remove the cloak from Whitney’s shoulders as I should have done the moment we were inside.

  “We are alone, mate,” Alarr said. “Shall we continue? Do you wish to learn pleasure at the hands of your two mates just as we desire to learn of you? Or are you tired? Do you seek rest?”

  He moved toward the bed and began to turn the covers down, but she grabbed his arm, stopped him.

  “Don’t you dare. You can’t think I could sleep now, all… achy and needy.”

  Holy ion pistols, she was bold as could be. My cock punched against my uniform pants.

  Alarr grinned. “Your pussy aches?”

  She bit her plump lip, nodded, suddenly looking shy. At the same time, she rubbed her thighs together, no doubt she was getting wetter by the second.

  “What do you know about the sectors of Viken?” I asked.

  She looked to me. Frowned. “You want to have a lesson about Viken? Now?”

  Oran would have liked to hear the sass in her voice, then bend her over the bed and spank it out of her.

  “Alarr is from Sector One. Alarr will want to show you off to everyone else at Trixon. He will proudly make you scream your pleasure as they watch,” I told her.

  She glanced at Alarr, eyes widening. I leaned in.

  “As they watch him fuck your ass.”

  She sucked in her breath as Alarr crossed his arms over his chest. Nodding.

  “Oran is from Sector Two. He will tie you to that bed and pleasure you until you beg. He will demand complete submission. He will control your body, deny you pleasure until you beg. He will read your response to him like a master and drive you to the edge of control and beyond. Should you disobey, he will spank you until your ass is reddened with his handprint, and your nipples are sensitive from being clamped.”

  “Oh,” she whispered.

  I dropped to my knees before her, took hold of the hem of her dress and slid it upwards, my palms caressing her legs from ankle to knee, then thigh to hip. I looked up at her, held her gaze, then dropped mine to her pussy.

  Pre-cum spurted from my cock as I took in the little thatch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs, like an arrow that pointed to her core. A center that was bare, slick, and glistening with her arousal.

  I inhaled, breathing in her scent, all spicy and sweet. My mouth watered to get a taste of her. To make her come from my t
ongue alone.

  I could feel a slight tremor in her body, the heat of her against my palms. “I am from Sector Three.” Leaning forward, I nuzzled my nose at her very center, lifted my chin, and licked up her slit in one long slide of my tongue.

  She gasped, her hands lifting to tangle in my hair.

  “A mate from my sector loves pussy. To smell it. Lick it. Finger it. Fuck it. But most of all, to eat it. Widen your stance, mate, and give me the taste I crave.”

  I grinned when I saw her eyes glaze over, felt her hands tug in an attempt to pull my head back into the apex of her thighs.

  I was correct, her flavor burst on my tongue. Wild, hot. Sweet.

  “What… what sector are we in?” she asked.

  “Ah, mate, it doesn’t matter,” Alarr explained, nuzzling her neck. “This is Trixon, a pleasure resort. A place where new mates can discover every carnal secret and desire. Nothing is unbidden. A female’s pleasure rules here. Whatever her need, it will be met.”

  “It can all be achieved here. In this bed, in the outdoor areas throughout the resort, in a pleasure hut.”

  I was done talking. I’d rather show her than explain. My hands slid around her thighs to cup her ass and hold her close.

  Licking along her slit again, I felt the little pearl of her clit against my tongue. Circled it.

  Her knees buckled, and I held her up. Lifting her, I pivoted and lowered her to the bed, pushing her thighs apart so I could lay on my stomach between them. I dove back in, learning every inch of her pussy. I sucked one labia into my mouth, tugged, then the other, parting her. I lifted my head enough to get a look at her. Dark folds with a pink center. My palms were slick with the arousal that coated her thighs. My chin was covered. She was so wet, ridiculously aroused. “Imagine, Alarr, if she’s like this now, what she will be like when she has the Seed Power upon her?”

  I glanced over my shoulder, watching as Alarr finished stripping bare. His cock was erect, pointed straight at our mate. He gripped the base, stroking from root to tip, pre-cum seeping from the slit and over his fingers.

  Whitney came up on her elbows, watching Alarr, transfixed. She looked sexily rumpled. One strap of her dress hung down her arm, the swell of her breast exposed, even a hint of her dark nipple peeking out. Those luscious peaks rose and fell with her ragged breathing. The long skirt was bunched up around her waist.

  He stepped close, put a knee on the bed. “Let’s find out.”

  “Not yet,” I told him. “She’ll come from my attentions alone.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “You’ll come for Teig, won’t you?” Alarr murmured.

  “If he does that thing with his tongue again, definitely.”

  A slow grin spread across my face. “That’s just a start,” I vowed, then went to work.

  “Oh my God,” she cried, her back arching as I stiffened my tongue, fucked her with it. Her inner walls fluttered around it, and my cock ached to feel that tight grip.

  I wanted to spend hours here, worshipping her pussy, but if Alarr felt half as desperate as I, then I couldn’t let him suffer. I moved my attention to her clit as I slipped a finger inside her. Fuck, the tight, wet heat of her!

  I knew the second I found that hard little spot that would set her off, for she practically flew off the bed. Alarr settled her, stroking her as he pushed her dress down, so she was bare except for the gauzy fabric bunched about her waist.

  I watched as he leaned down, took a taut peak into his mouth, suckled.

  It was time. I wanted to hear her scream as I pushed her over. I wanted to feel her pussy milking my finger as it would soon milk our cocks. I wanted her sweet honey to cover my face, so I could smell as well as taste her for the rest of the day.

  Her fingers tangled in my hair and tugged. Yanked, even as I pushed her over the brink and into her first Viken orgasm.

  A moan turned into a breathy gasp as her muscles went taut, a sheen of sweat blooming on her skin.

  When she began to settle, I kissed her clit, then lifted my head, slipped my finger from her, licked it.

  “Now, Alarr.”

  Reaching down, he gripped his cock, smeared a drop of pre-cum onto his thumb, then circled it over one taut nipple.

  We watched for her reaction, for the Seed Power to seep into her skin, to envelop her in a haze of pleasure she’d never imagined. With Viken females, our seed was a minor stimulant, a way to increase our mate’s pleasure.

  With females from Earth, the Seed Power reacted as a much more powerful influence on their system. We’d had to read about this newly discovered fact when we’d all been tested.

  A female from Earth would become addicted, her body craving the Seed Power like a drug. If denied, or gone too long without her mates, her body would be in pain. Aching. Miserable.

  But when used in pleasure?

  I grinned as she panted, moaning as Alarr rubbed more pre-cum on her opposite nipple. I joined him, collecting my own drop of seed and spreading her open to rub the drop of fluid onto her clit.

  “Oh!” she gasped, then came again, a scream coming from her. She might have had sex with Earth men, found pleasure from my tongue, but I knew she’d never felt anything like an orgasm wrung from the potent effects of her mates’ cum.

  Her skin glistened. Her dark eyes were dazed, then held tightly closed as her mouth opened, her full lips parting in the perfect shape to slide over my hard cock. As much as I loved claiming her pussy with my tongue, I craved her mouth sucking me deep, swallowing my seed, letting me fill her up and make her mine.

  She writhed and twisted. She begged. I would never tire of seeing her this way. Not if I lived forever.

  Whitney

  * * *

  “What was that?” I asked, my voice raspy from the scream that had torn through me.

  Holy fuck, it was an orgasm without any build-up, my pussy empty. It hit me like lightning. Fast. Hard. Without warning.

  That had never happened before.

  Teig moved from between my thighs to settle a hand beside my head and hover, his head beside Alarr’s. They were all I could see—along with their smug smiles and how my arousal coated Teig’s face. I should have been mortified by my obvious show of desire for complete strangers, but I didn’t give a shit.

  I’d just had an amazing orgasm from his ridiculous oral skills, and another one… somehow. I could still feel the aftershocks, the walls of my pussy randomly firing. That… zing.

  “That, mate, was Seed Power,” Alarr explained.

  My mind was slow-moving like I was walking through a thick fog. “Can you do that power thing again?”

  Alarr’s dark eyes twinkled with happiness. Yes, twinkled. He was very pleased with himself because he’d somehow made me come by covering my nipples with… with what? His cum?

  “Oh, yes. Right now, in fact,” he said, confident. “Is it too much for you?”

  I frowned. “What?”

  “The pleasure. Is it too intense?”

  Was that even possible? Too much pleasure? “No.”

  He nodded, then nudged Teig out of the way with a shoulder bump. “Let me know if it ever becomes too much. We don’t want to hurt you.”

  Hurt? From feeling too good? Impossible.

  Teig dropped to his side, propped himself up on his elbow as Alarr settled over me. Kissing me.

  This wasn’t a first date at the door warm-up kind of kiss. This was possession. While Teig’s mouth had been on my pussy and Alarr’s was on my lips, I could tell the difference between them. Teig was almost leisurely in his actions as if he had all day. Alarr took what he wanted because he’d been waiting. As if I was the sustenance he’d needed, and he was taking as much as he could.

  His body was hot, his skin soft, but the hard muscle beneath was an indication of his strength and power. And his cock… thick and long pressing into my thigh. I’d seen it and wondered how it would fit.

  I wrapped my arms around him, stroked his hair, his neck, felt the play
of muscles in his back, the taut globes of his ass.

  “Please,” I whispered against his lips.

  He pushed up, settled a hand on my hip, and rolled me over onto my stomach, kissing along my shoulder, then brushing my hair out of the way to continue along my spine.

  His hand cupped my bottom, stroked it.

  “You’re gorgeous, mate.”

  I didn’t think so. My ass was definitely big. And cellulite? That stuff had moved in years ago, and no matter how I exercised, it wasn’t being evicted.

  I must have made a funny sound, which he took for denial.

  “If Oran were here, this ass would be heated by his palm.”

  I turned my head to look up at Alarr. “He’d spank me?”

  Alarr’s hand patted my bottom, then pulled one side away, opening me up. “And put a plug in here. For punishment.”

  I gasped when the tip of his finger touched that untried opening.

  “But I would do it for pleasure,” he added.

  I stiffened, my butt tensing. “For pleasure?”

  “Mine at seeing you stretched open, yours because it will feel so good.”

  I wasn’t sure about that, but the idea made my still short-circuiting pussy perk up with interest. Or rather, clamp down. Feel empty. Aching. Lonely.

  I moaned, and Alarr didn’t say more, just wrapped his arm about my waist, lifted me up onto my knees. “Ah, my favorite position. Teig, get that dress off of her. I want our mate bare as I fuck her.”

  “My pleasure,” Teig said, shifting so he could pull a knife from a sheath at his waist. “Don’t move, mate.” With a deft motion, he sliced the dress at my waist, rending the fabric so it fell to the bed. He pulled the fabric away, dropping it to the floor.