Her Viken Mates (Interstellar Brides Book 11)

by Grace Goodwin

  Rager sat down on the bed on my right, Evon on my left. They each took one side of my bottom in their hand and opened me for Liam, holding the soft mounds of my ass wide, pulling me open so the stretching sensation made me gasp even before Liam stepped close. If I wasn’t so damn horny I would have been embarrassed. I knew all three of my mates had a full view of my eager pussy and prepared back entrance.

  Fucking these three wasn’t demure. It wasn’t prudish. It was hot and carnal, wet and dirty. It was fucking.

  And I wanted more. I wanted Liam to take what he wanted, to give me exactly what I needed. He was right. I would like what he was about to do because we were matched. I took a deep breath, let it out. Propped up on my elbows, I looked over my shoulder, saw Liam, cock in hand, watching me. Waiting.

  “I want all three of you.” I was beyond shame. I wanted a hard cock in my pussy. I wanted to suck Rager down as Evon fucked me and Liam filled me from behind. I wanted to own these men the way they owned me. Totally. Completely.

  Evon smacked me on the ass, the sting making me squirm. “Soon, mate. But you’ve only been here one day. You have thirty days to accept the match. If we fill you together, the official claiming will be complete. There will be no recourse for you. No second chance.”

  “No changing your mind,” Rager added.

  Evon leaned over to whisper in my ear. “You make us crazed, Bella. But we will not take you in the heat of the moment. Not like this. Once we claim you, it’s forever.”

  I licked my lips, then nodded. I understood. I could even appreciate their thoughtfulness. But I was still aching and empty. “Liam.” His name on my lips was a demand. Nothing less.

  He took the step that separated us, aligned his cock at my last virgin place and carefully pressed inward. I felt a finger sliding and circling around the head of his cock, pressing and stretching my skin to ease the way.

  Hands slid up and down my sweaty back, soothing me. Rager leaned down so he was propped up on his own elbow and I could look into his face. He glanced down my back, watched Liam, his golden gaze darkening with heat.

  “So fucking hot, Bella. Let him in. Open up and let him fuck you. I want to watch.”

  His tone wasn’t commanding like Evon’s would be. It held promise, reassurance that what Liam was doing would be something I loved. Rager wouldn’t let anyone, even my other mates, touch me in any way that I didn’t like. Knowing he was there watching out for me, with me, I relaxed my arms, dropped all the way onto the bed.

  Evon’s hand stroked over my hair, brushed it back from my face.

  I sighed then and that was the moment Liam popped inside.

  I tensed, but they were all talking to me. Good girl. Yes, I’m inside. Look how you take Liam’s cock. He’s going so deep. You’re so sexy, Bella. So hot. You like this? You want more?

  Coaxing and praise, dirty words and promises, Rager and Evon said it all as Liam began to fuck me in slow, deep strokes. In. Out. A hot glide of hard man conquering my last virgin hole, filling me up, marking me in a way I knew I’d never get over, never forget. This was forever. I’d be his forever, theirs forever, overwhelmed, fucked until I could barely walk, until my body was limp with exhaustion. Sated. They’d never tire of me, never want another, and the knowledge made me burn.

  I whimpered and gasped, clawed the blanket and eyed Rager, then Evon. “More.”

  Chapter Ten

  Bella

  “Like it, mate?” Liam asked, his voice rough with his need as he thrust forward a bit harder, shifting me on the bed until Rager and Evon both used a hand on my shoulder to steady me for Liam’s thrusts.

  My eyes rolled up into my head and my hands cramped where I fisted the blanket and tightened everything, clamping down on the huge cock filling me.

  Liam groaned and I squeezed him harder. “Shit, when you grip me like that, I’m going to come.”

  I did it again.

  “Fuck, you want me to come?”

  He spanked my ass lightly. Knowing it was giving him pleasure had me doing it again and again. So, of course, I kept squeezing and he kept spanking me.

  Evon reached beneath me, found my clit, used two fingers to pinch and pull, then rub in a steadily increasing rhythm.

  Rager leaned in and took my mouth, tongue thrusting deep in time to Liam’s fucking. A broken cry left my throat as Liam placed both hands on my inner thighs and pushed me open, the cold air of the room hitting my exposed pussy as Evon moved, slipping two fingers in my wet core from under me as Liam pressed deep. Deeper.

  “Come for us, mate,” Evon commanded. “Strangle Liam’s cock.”

  I couldn’t take any more pleasure. It was like a damn in a rainstorm, filling and filling, then breaking over the banks.

  I tensed, a scream lodged in my throat as every nerve ending in my body, every single one surrounding Evon’s fingers and Liam’s cock awoke, flared.

  Rager caught my scream with his kiss, his hands a tight fist in my hair, holding me in place for the bucking motion of Liam’s hips.

  “Fuck, I can’t hold back.” Liam’s words accompanied a hot pulse of seed filling me. He groaned, held himself still, his hips pressed against my stinging ass as his seed filled me, coating me on the inside.

  Evon wiggled his fingers, finding the sensitive place inside me as my pussy reacted to Liam’s seed, the orgasm going on and on until I couldn’t breathe, thought my heart was going to explode from my body. When it was over, Evon’s fingers stroked slowly in and out of me, more a caress than fucking now. Rager let go of my hair and soothed me, stroking my back as his kiss gentled into something sweet. Patient. Adoring.

  I felt cherished. Protected. Safe. My body was so far gone that even Liam’s seed power was only a slight stir in my blood now, a heat that made me want to stretch and turn onto my back, open my legs and let them fill my pussy over and over for hours.

  God, I was never going to get enough of this. Of them. And I was positive that wasn’t the seed power talking.

  Liam and I were both breathing hard, our skin coated in sweat. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out and I felt his seed slip from me.

  I felt myself being moved, rolled onto my back just as I’d imagined. But my eyes were closed and already I missed the exquisite pleasure mixed with the bite of pain. My ass was sore—he was big and I had been untried—and my bottom tingled from being spanked, but it morphed into a hot glow.

  I didn’t open my eyes until I felt a cock sliding into my pussy. I was so wet, the penetration was easy. My eyes fluttered open and I met Rager’s dark golden gaze. He smiled at me, used his hands to caress my breasts, his touch gentle. Reverent.

  “My turn,” he said. I smiled up at him and wrapped my hands around his wrists, holding him to me as I lifted my hips to take him deeper.

  “Yes, Rager. Fill me up,” I demanded. My pussy had been too empty when the last orgasm hit me. Empty. The tissue so swollen, so tight, that I groaned and bit back a cry with even the soft slide of his hips. He was taking his time, my mate. “Too slow,” I protested, but he just laughed.

  “I am a patient man.”

  “I’m not,” Evon interrupted, shoving Rager’s hands off my breasts so his mouth could take their place. He worked my nipples, sucking them as Rager fucked me. One of Evon’s hands found its way down the bed to my ass and he pulled me open once more, taking my bare bottom in hand and pulling wide.

  Rager sank deeper with a groan and lifted his hand to my opposite thigh, pushing me so that my pussy was spread open from both directions. “Gods, Evon. You’re a bastard.”

  Rager’s neck corded as his cock leapt and jumped, coating me with his seed.

  Evon didn’t even lift his head from my nipple, just smiled as he took it into his mouth. My back arched up off the bed and I buried my hands in Evon’s hair as Rager’s seed power hit me and a slow, rolling orgasm moving through me like melted caramel, slow and sticky and so damn delicious.

  Evon lifted his head and grinned like a naughty little
boy. “My turn.”

  Before I could react, he took Rager’s place. His huge cock slid into me in one hard, fast stroke. Where Rager had been slow, languorous, Evon was the opposite, every thrust deliberately forceful, measured, demanding my body to respond. Both hands dropped to my abdomen and he used one set of fingers to stroke my clit as he moved, fucking me like a machine, driving me over the edge.

  Pussy pulsing, I hooked my legs about his waist and locked my ankles behind him, holding him deep inside me as I exploded yet again.

  When I caught my breath, my mate was staring down at me, devouring me with his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, mate. I’m going to make you come again.”

  On either side of the bed, the other two watched as he started to move once more, desire and contentment in their gazes. I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive my mates, this pleasure, but as Evon kept his promise I thought this might be a good way to go.

  * * *

  Bella, IQC Core Command Center

  The curved workstation chair was padded, made for long hours without much movement. But I shifted regularly from side to side. My bottom was sore from too much…ummm…yeah. I wasn’t going to think about that right now. A bag of frozen peas would have helped, but I wasn’t going to ask for that, even if they knew what peas were.

  Evon sat behind me as two IQC security officers monitored us, or rather, monitored me through the video system. I knew their cameras were pointed to watch every move of my fingers on their controls, every flicker and switch on the screen. I’d been at it for hours, my mind in that sacred place where things made sense without reason, where I saw patterns I shouldn’t be able to see, where information flowed into my mind and was processed on a nearly subconscious level.

  Programmers and hackers alike lived for this moment, the moment when we became one with the machine, one with the strange language used to command it. There was no real way to describe the feeling when everything clicked, the unthinkable made perfect sense, when I could communicate with the system in an intuitive way that I could never explain.

  I’d always been good with code, from my early teens I’d been able to make computers do what I wanted even though there were times that even I didn’t fully understand how I was able to do what I did.

  Other times, my choices were deliberate and cruel, meant to break someone else’s design, crack their code open and make it bleed, strangle the system, force a program to self-destruct.

  But now? God, with the NPU that Warden Egara had planted in my head? She’d told me the device was meant to integrate with the language center of my brain and act as a translator, helping me understand all the languages of the Coalition Fleet. Sure, I could understand my mates, even though some part of me knew they weren’t speaking English. But the code in my mind? The extra brainpower I now had available to process language and patterns? It was like I was the machine. The control I’d had before, to command a system to do exactly what I wanted it to do, was tenfold. Maybe more.

  “Holy shit. I’m a fucking A.I.,” I breathed.

  “What, mate? Is there a problem?” Evon rose at once to loom behind me like a shadow. I felt his breath fan my neck, his hands resting on my shoulders.

  I shook my head and waved him off with a negligent flick of my wrist, barely acknowledging his question, although the heat of his hands lingered even after he sat back down. I didn’t want to talk to him. I didn’t want him here, not right now. I needed to be in my bubble where the code flowed through me like my birth language and nothing else existed. I was in The Zone, and I didn’t want him or anyone else to take me out of it. If they distracted me now, it could take me hours to get back to this point.

  And I was about to break their system wide open. For Liam. For all of us.

  Just…one…more…

  “Got it.” Satisfaction and triumph poured through me and I was in. Just like that, their entire system was laid bare. I saw the network of commands, the firewalls around the individual security codes, the system in place to protect them.

  And I dismantled it all in moments and went looking for what I knew must be there.

  Someone had accessed Liam’s codes, and that kind of thing always left a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow. A few minutes later, I had it. A workstation ID. A time stamp.

  Shortly after that? The security camera feed. An empty chair. Someone approaching. Blonde hair. A face I recognized. My eyes widened as I stared at the display.

  “Oh, shit,” I whispered.

  “What is it, mate?” Evon stood directly behind me once again, looking over me as I watched a recorded security feed in the bottom corner of the screen, as his sister sat down at a monitor and set Liam up to be charged for murder.

  Evon’s hand came to rest on my shoulder and he leaned in close to my ear, his voice the barest whisper of sound. “Is that Thalia?”

  “Yes.” I wasn’t sure what to say. How do you tell a man you barely know that his own flesh and blood betrayed him? Betrayed everything he’d spent every day of his life trying to protect. Hell, she’d betrayed their entire family. I knew how Evon’s brother and father felt about service to Viken.

  “Turn it off. Now.” The hand on my shoulder squeezed to the point of pain, but Evon abruptly let me go.

  “But, what about the judicial panel? And Liam? We have to tell someone—”

  He grunted. “No. Turn it off. There must be some mistake.”

  No way. I looked up at him, blinked, confused. “No. I’m sorry. It’s not a mistake.”

  He backed toward the door. “Turn it off. Now. That’s an order.”

  I rose to my feet, spun to face him. “I’m not a soldier, Evon.”

  “Turn. It. Off. Now!” He gently moved me aside and closed down the system, closing the window on hours of work in the span of a few seconds. His fingers slid over the controls with deft movements, proving he was more skilled at cyber work than he let on.

  I slid back to block him. “What the hell are you doing?”

  Those ice-blue eyes met mine. The usual heat I saw in them was missing now. “Leave this to me.”

  He was fucking kidding with this, right? “It took me hours to get that data, Evon. Hours.” I waved my hands in the air as if that would help him get my level of frustration.

  “I am aware of that, Bella. It’s time to go.” He tugged on my hand, trying to pull me toward the door, but I dug in my heels and refused to budge.

  I was no match for his size and strength, but I was putting up a good resistance. “No. What about Liam? The hearing with your father is in less than three hours.”

  “Don’t argue. It’s time for you to go back to our quarters. I’ll take care of it.” His face had hardened even further, the pale blue of his eyes cold and unyielding, nothing like the heated blue flame I’d seen earlier when he was balls deep in my pussy, acting like I mattered. Like he cared. Like I meant more to him than his stupid family honor.

  Does. Not. Compute.

  I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening right now. Was Evon willing to betray Liam and Rager over this? To deny what Thalia had done? Just how far was he going to go to protect his real family, his sister? “Evon—I don’t think you understand.”

  He ignored me and reached for the comm station in the wall. Pressed it with more energy than necessary. “Rager? It’s Evon. Where are you?”

  I heard my other mate’s reply through the speaker. “Just returned from patrol.”

  Evon’s chin went up. “Are you in our quarters?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” Evon eyed me as he spoke. “Don’t go anywhere.” He disconnected, or ended the transmission—whatever the hell it was called in space—and walked toward me. “Let’s go, Bella. You’ve done your job. You’ve done enough.”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Now.” He sighed. “I don’t have time for you to throw a tantrum.”

  I was going to strangle him with my bare hands. I’d have to leap up in the
air to pull it off, but I’d do it. I would.

  Everything I thought I knew, the trust I’d handed over so easily was like the bitter taste of burned ash in my mouth. So much for honor on this damn planet. He’d rather hide the truth than harm his dear family. In return? Our family—Rager, Liam, Evon and me—never had a chance. The Tyrell family was no better than the corrupt political systems on Earth, the powerful protecting their own. Lies. Deceit. Exploitation. And I’d fallen for Evon, hard.

  I’d fallen for the hope of something…more.

  Biting back tears, I bit my lip to keep from saying something I knew I couldn’t take back. If he wouldn’t listen to reason, perhaps Rager or Liam would. Evon loved his sister, so I could understand how he’d try to rationalize this. Why he’d want to assume I was wrong. Even with the clear proof he’d seen with his own eyes.

  He opened the door and held out his hand to indicate I should precede him down the hall. I knew the way. The base wasn’t large, and I’d always been exceptionally good at mental maps. When his hand landed on the small of my back, I pushed him away and stiffened my spine. His touch felt dirty now.

  The five-minute stroll seemed to last an hour and when the door to our suite opened, only then did I dare glance back over my shoulder to find Evon’s eyes burning with rage. Yeah, I wasn’t too happy with him either.

  “Go inside, Bella.” His voice had a sharp bite to it. One I’d heard before when he was arguing with his brother, but never with me. “Rager will see to you.”

  With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, head held high, his jaw tense with stubborn pride and anger.

  I crossed the threshold to our quarters, took in the rumpled bedding from our recent bout of wild fucking and realized that I’d made the classic female mistake, thinking that getting naked meant more than it did. That orgasms could fix everything.

  Fucking. Yes. That was the right word. Evon had fucked me. Used me. And when push came to shove, he’d chosen his blood family, and his sister, over his mate.

  I swallowed, trying to get rid of the painful lump in my throat. If the tears started, they wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t explain this to Rager if I was babbling like an idiot. I had to keep my shit together, talk in cold, hard facts. Data. That was what I had.