Mated to the Vikens
By Grace Goodwin
Interstellar Brides, Book 8
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
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Copyright
Mated to the Vikens: Copyright © 2016 by Grace Goodwin
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Mated to the Vikens
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Publishers Note:
This book was written for an adult audience only. Spanking and other sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
Chapter One
Sophia
His hands were so skilled, stroking over me. I was on a soft bed, the man beside me. I felt every hard inch of him press along my side as he learned me with the soft touch of his fingertips. They ran expertly over my bare flesh, making me shiver, making me gasp, making me eager for more. But his hand didn’t stop.
My eyes were closed and I just reveled in the feel of him, and when I wanted more, he began to touch me with his other hand. One on my breast, the other sliding over the curls between my thighs.
“Open for me.”
I didn’t hesitate to comply with his husky order, parting my legs eagerly. Fingers slipped over my wet folds and taunted the eager bud.
The sound that escaped my lips was part moan, part gasp. My arousal, which had been keen before, flared to life like a match on the driest of tinder. And when one digit slid deep inside me, I arched my back and cried out.
“Yes!”
“You like being filled, don’t you?” he asked.
I nodded my head against the soft pillow.
“Do you want my cock?”
Did I? Did I want the single finger that curled and stroked deep inside me to be replaced by his cock?
“Yes,” I breathed.
He took my hand in his and brought it down to his hard length. I wrapped my fingers around him, but my grip wouldn’t close all the way. As I slid up and down the velvety length, I felt wetness seep onto my skin. The contact was hot, almost burning and I loosened my fingers.
“Do not be afraid.” His hand came over mine as he began to stroke himself, showing me how he liked it, not allowing me to let go.
“My seed. You feel it, the power of it seeping into your skin?”
My palm was slick with his essence. It was so hot, almost burning, but it felt good. Too good. I was ready to come and he’d barely touched me.
“You’re mine now. Your body knows it, recognizes my seed. Wants it. Needs it.”
“Yes,” I repeated. I could not deny him. While it seemed odd that I would react in such a visceral way to contact with his pre-cum, I wasn’t going to question it. He was making me feel too good.
“She’s ready for us.” A second male voice spoke.
I turned my head, opened my eyes, but it was too dark to make out anything more than silhouettes. Two men loomed over me, and when I felt another hand on my body, I knew both of them were touching me.
I wanted to move, to question why two men were in bed with me when the second man took my hand in his and directed it straight to his cock as well. Once I held him firmly, too, he let go and began touching me.
Two cocks! So big and thick, hot and hard. I felt the heat from the second man’s pre-cum coat my fingers, seep into my skin. I gasped as my entire body heated, my blood becoming sluggish, my skin becoming slick with sweat.
“We’ll both fuck you.” The second man’s voice was deeper, slower.
“What about me?” No, this wasn’t the first man, or even the second. It was another man. A third!
Three? I struggled to breathe, completely overwhelmed. I couldn’t release their cocks if I tried, the need to feel their pre-cum was too intense to resist. It was like a drug, making me feel frantic and desperate. I squirmed beneath their hands and cried out when the finger that was sliding in and out of my pussy, mimicking how I so desperately wanted to be fucked, pulled away.
I felt hands on my thighs pushing them wide, felt the wide crown of a cock sliding over my folds. It was the third man’s, for I still stroked the others.
“Three of us, mate.” The third man didn’t delay, but slowly sank into me, stretching me open and filling me. Deeper and deeper he went until I felt his balls nudge against my bottom, felt his hips press into mine.
I groaned, never taking a cock such as his before. He remained still, embedded deep inside me.
“I need…please…move!” I cried.
“Our mate is a bossy little thing. Even being impaled on my cock, she gives orders.”
The man was talking to the other two, not me.
“We will fuck you as you need,” he replied.
“I need you to move.”
A soft chuckle came from him. I could feel it in his body where it connected to mine.
“The seed power is intense from three men.” It was the first man’s voice. It was the only way I could tell them apart in the dark. I felt as if I were in a porno, for I had impossibly big cocks in my hands and another deep inside me. And I wanted it. Begged for it even.
The third man pulled his cock back, only the head inside me, before he plunged deep. I tilted my head back and cried out as he began to move.
“We won’t last, mate. None of us will. We will give you our seed, ensure that you crave us. Need us. Need our cocks just as much as we need you.”
I could do nothing but stroke the two cocks in my hands as the one fucking me had me pinned to the bed.
“I’m going to come.” It was the second man’s deep growl. I could feel him thicken in my palm just before I felt hot pulses of seed land on my belly and breasts.
Perhaps it was the knowledge that I’d stroked him off so well that he couldn’t hold back. Perhaps it was the fact that I had a man fucking me as a second came all over me, but I came too. Hard. I screamed as I gave over to the pleasure of it all. I barely heard the first man’s growl, but felt his seed coat my body. As the shimmering feel of the orgasm began to taper, their hands moved over my body, spreading their seed. It should have seemed weird, being coated in the sticky essence, but it heated my flesh wherever it touched. My nipples hardened and I clenched down on the cock that fucked me with wild abandon.
“She’s so tight I can’t hold off.”
His body stiffened above me as he shouted out, his seed pumping into me. I’d never imagined I could feel a man’s release inside me, but his was hot and copious, coating my walls, sliding out around his thick cock. I came again, the need too great.
“Such a good girl. You are ours. You belong to all of us. Our seed is on you. In you. There is no going back. You will desire us always, as we do you.”
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“Yes. Again. More, please.” I’d forgotten I still held their cocks, both remaining as thick and hard as if they hadn’t just come. They shifted, their cocks slipping from my fingers.
The man between my legs pulled out.
“More,” I begged.
I sensed them shifting on the bed, moving so that a different man was between my thighs. I was flipped onto my belly, a hand about my waist pulling me back for the next man’s cock.
“Yes, more,” the deep voice said. “Always.”
I whimpered as he filled me, collapsing as my body convulsed in another orgasm, my pussy rippling over his cock.
“Miss Antonelli!”
A woman’s voice. Confused, I hung on to pleasure as the aftershocks of the orgasm made me shake and moan. And that huge cock fucked me, filled me, stretched me with relentless force.
God, I wanted more, but the sensations faded no matter how I clung to them.
“Miss Antonelli, are you all right?”
My eyes fluttered open and saw a familiar face looming over me. It wasn’t one of the men who’d been in bed with me. It was a woman, one I recognized all too well. Her face was pretty, but severe, as if she took her job very seriously. Warden Egara. The woman who worked for them. The alien races who claimed to be protecting our planet from some terrible horde of creatures. “Warden Egara?”
“You screamed. Are you hurt?”
“I…you heard me scream?” God, I’d come so hard that I’d screamed? Who else heard me lose it?
She nodded, but remained silent.
“Sorry.” I looked around and wondered exactly how thin the walls were in this place. The room looked like a medical office, the walls white and the furniture clinical, unwelcoming.
Of course, no one stayed long. The brides and soldiers were processed in different sections of the building. So, there might be a whole squadron of soldiers on the other side of the wall listening to me have an orgasm all over some alien cock. Who heard me scream? Probably everyone in the building. The tingling after-effects of the orgasm still pulsed in my body. My core clenched, eager for the man’s hard cock to fill me once more. My nipples were hard and my skin was soaked in sweat.
I was supposed to be matched to the perfect alien mate with some high-tech program. But that hadn’t exactly been a test. No, that was more like being tossed into a live-stream adult film.
“Was that the test, the matching protocol I read about?”
Warden Egara raised both brows, a slight grin lifting the right side of her mouth. “Yes.”
“What kind of test was that?” I asked.
She looked over me critically, as if still worried about my health. But my question appeared to ease her worry and the intense crease between her brows relaxed. “Intense, isn’t it?”
That wasn’t the only word I’d use. Incredible. Exhilarating. Overwhelming.
I nodded as I licked my lips. My hands were restrained in the testing chair and I wore the ugliest hospital gown ever to grace the female form. Dark gray with little Interstellar Bride Program insignia all over it, I felt like I was in a psych ward, not an alien dating service.
My nose chose that moment to itch and I sighed, resigning myself to twitching my face to relieve the sensation. I wasn’t surprised by the thick restraints on my wrists and ankles. In fact, I’d grown quite used to them, for I’d been in handcuffs enough over the past few months.
Leaning back in the curved chair, I stared at the ceiling and tried to get my bearings. That dream, God, it had to have been a dream, had been the most amazing thing ever. It was the best dream I’d had since I’d been arrested. In fact, it had been the only dream. Nightmares, on the other hand, haunted me every time I dared close my eyes and try to rest.
“Is the testing over?” I asked. If she needed to do that again, I wouldn’t object.
I rolled my head to the side to watch as she ran her fingers over the small tablet she held. “Yes, the testing is finished.”
“So I’ve been matched?”
She looked up, offered me a quick smile, then glanced at the tablet again. “Yes. To Viken.”
Viken. I’d heard of the small planet that was part of the Interstellar Coalition, but that was all. Earth hadn’t been involved for long and I’d been too busy with legal proceedings and survival to waste time reading about alien civilizations.
She walked to a small desk against the wall on the opposite side of the testing room and sat down. “I need to ask some additional questions to continue your processing. For the record, please state your name.”
“Sophia Antonelli.”
“And the crime for which you were convicted?”
“Fraud. Money Laundering. Forgery. Illegal transport of goods across state lines. Smuggling.” There were a couple more, smaller offenses, but that about covered the laundry list. “Is that sufficient?”
“Yes, that will do.” Warden Egara’s fingers flew across her tablet as she continued. “Are you currently, or have you ever been married?”
“No.” I’d been married to my job, not a man. I'd been an art dealer, nothing exotic. Hell, what could be so harmless about a degree in Art History? Look where that got me. In prison, where the only chance to avoid long, miserable years of confinement meant volunteering to be an alien’s bride.
“Have you produced biological offspring?”
“No.” You had to have sex to get pregnant, and I was living a two-year dry spell.
“For the record, Miss Antonelli, as an eligible, fertile female in your prime, you had two options available to you to serve out your sentence, twenty-five years in the Carswell Penitentiary located in Fort Worth, Texas.”
“No, thank you.” Prison orange was not my color.
Warden Egara smiled patiently and continued on in a monotone voice, as if reading the words. “Or volunteer service in the Interstellar Bride Program. I am pleased to tell you that the system has made a successful match and you will be sent to a member planet. As a bride, you might never return to Earth, as all travel will be determined and controlled by your new planet’s laws and customs. You will surrender your citizenship of Earth and become an official citizen of your new world.”
I hadn’t really thought about that. How could I not be a citizen of Earth? Was that even possible?
My belly clenched as the full impact of my decision settled in my bones. There was a small amount of time each day, seconds really, when I had yet to fully awaken, that I forgot what I’d become. Forgot what the Corellis had done to me and just how far I’d fallen.
“Your convictions carry a twenty-five-year sentence, yet you’ve elected to serve out your sentence under the direction of the Interstellar Bride Program. You have been assigned to a mate per testing protocols and will be transported off-planet, never to return to Earth. Do you understand what this alternative entails?”
“Yes.” I wouldn’t survive a year in prison, let alone two decades. I’d been incarcerated for six months awaiting trial, and that had felt like six years. Any alternative was better than a prison cell. One man. Three. Whatever. The true price was a one-way ticket to outer space. I was going to be just like the brides I’d read about in history books, the mail-order brides sent to the Wild West. I was going on a grand adventure and hoping for the best.
Not that I had a choice. I had no reason to stay on Earth. The Corelli family had ruined my life’s work and my reputation. My business assets had been seized. I had no job, no contacts, no life. And, the bottom line? I had committed the crimes. Yes, the Corellis had threatened me, bullied me, but I’d still had a choice.
As much as I wished I’d never made the bargain with Vincent Corelli for the money to pay for my mother’s expensive cancer treatments, I wouldn’t trade the extra time with her for anything.
I’d do it all again. So what if I’d smuggled his merchandise inside my art shipments in trade? I never hurt anyone. And when my mother finally did die, I’d assumed my work with the mafia was finished.
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p; That had not been the case. Vincent Corelli wasn’t eager to give up a reliable mule. He’d threatened to kill me then, and I hadn’t pushed the issue. That was until I’d been caught with a crate full of blood diamonds and assault rifles and hauled off to jail.
Vincent Corelli didn’t bail me out, and I didn’t talk to the feds. I didn’t tell anyone he’d been blackmailing me. I still had family on the outside. My cousin’s two kids weren’t even five years old. And yeah, I’d grown up in New York. I knew how things worked.
I kept my mouth shut, my extended family went on about their lives, and Corelli let me take the fall.
So I had nothing left. No one. My world was destroyed. So I’d make a new one. On Viken.
Fiddling with the tablet some more, she frowned. “Your match is not as strong as I would like.”
“It’s not strong? What does that mean?” I asked, shifting in the hard seat. I felt like I was at the dentist with my naked backside stuck to the damn chair.
“Our matches are typically over ninety-nine percent. Yours is only eight-five.”
I frowned, too. “Does that mean I can’t go?” Prison? Really? And I’d just psyched myself up for this whole alien bride deal.
She did some more finger swiping, then stilled. “Interesting.”
I began to shake, a thousand butterflies dancing in my stomach. I was not getting back onto the prison bus, shackled and forced into a horrible orange jumpsuit. I couldn’t do it.
She looked at me again, offered a brilliant smile. “It seems that you have been matched to three Viken warriors.”
I swallowed, thought about the dream. Three men. Three sets of hands. Three cocks.
“Three?” Holy crap. Three? What the hell was I supposed to do with three men?
She nodded. “Your match is lower than usual because you have three mates. I think eighty-five percent is quite remarkable for three.” She cocked her head to the side as she studied me. “You do not seem surprised. I assumed you would be shocked.”
“The dream,” I replied. I didn’t say more, for I was not going to recount how I was fucked by one man while I stroked two others off.
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