They had? While they hadn’t been rough, I wouldn’t call what Rolf and Erik had done tame either. They weren’t fumbling in the dark. They’d been skilled and talented with their touch—I wouldn’t take time to imagine how they’d gained those abilities.
“We might take you one at a time, like we are now, but you have enough holes to please all of us. At the same time.”
Gunnar coated his fingers, then moved them to my most forbidden place. I tensed.
“No, I’ve never—”
His touch was light and gentle, just a touch, nothing more.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“I don’t… I don’t even know you,” I replied, thinking solely of his finger on my bottom hole.
“You know us, Sophia. Deep down, when you’re not thinking about it, your body, even parts of your mind, know that we would never hurt you, that you are our matched mate.”
When he began to move in slow circles there, I clenched the blanket, glanced up at Rolf. He nodded once, stroked his finger down my cheek, then slipped it into my mouth.
Rolf bent down so I could stare into his eyes as he fucked my mouth with his finger. “I will take you here while Erik takes your ass. With Gunnar deep in your pussy, you will love it. Just as you’re sucking on my finger, so will you take my cock.”
Gunnar slid one finger into my ass as Rolf spoke and Erik walked to the opposite side of the bed and reached under my body to stroke my breasts as Gunnar’s finger moved in and out of my ass. He coated his finger with something slick and warm, opening me in a way I’d never experienced before.
“Up, Sophia. Up on your hands and knees. Now.”
I pushed up as Gunnar instructed Rolf to kiss me and Erik to slide under my chest and suck my nipple into his mouth and touch my clit from beneath.
My left nipple was in Erik’s mouth, my right in Rolf’s rough hand as he kissed me. Erik’s thick fingers spread my pussy lips open, rubbing my clit and I moaned as Gunnar lined his cock up with my pussy, keeping his finger pressed against my back entrance. He slid inside with his cock just as he slid his finger back into my ass. With Rolf’s tongue holding me open for his kiss, I had something moving in and out, fucking me, filling me in all three of my holes.
Gunnar began to move deep inside me, stretching me even wider than the other two had, perhaps because he had a finger in my bottom.
“Rolf and Erik might be nice, but I am not.” He spat out the word nice as if it were tainted. “They might have made you come, taken an orgasm from you, but I will take more.”
He stopped talking then, fucking me in earnest. I didn’t even mind the feel of his finger sliding in and out along with his cock. I had no idea that there was so much intensity in ass play, that there were so many nerve endings that had come to life.
It was unbelievable. Another layer of pleasure on top of the ones they’d already shown me.
I turned my head away from Rolf’s kiss and cried out as my body burned to a cinder surrounded by my mates.
Gunnar hadn’t come because he was still fucking me with long, deep strokes. But perhaps his cock was leaking, dripping some of his seed inside me in his eagerness. Whatever the cause, the heat in my body intensified yet again, my heart beating faster than a hummingbird’s wing beneath my ribs. My pussy was so swollen, so sensitive that the glide of his cock made me tremble.
“The seed power will always be this potent, Sophia. Give yourself to me. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” He thrust faster with his words, driving his thick cock until the tip hit my womb. The finger he had in my ass pressed deeper as well, pulling slightly up, stretching both my pussy and my ass around his possession as Erik’s mouth clamped down on my nipple, his fingers rubbing my clit like a high-speed vibrator.
Head thrown back, I cried out, terrified of the tidal wave of sensation flooding me. I tried to control it, to hold back, but Rolf’s hand landed in my hair and he angled my head up, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Gunnar told you to come, mate.”
“It’s too much.”
Rolf held my gaze as his hand landed in a firm strike on my ass. I jolted forward, away from the pain, but the action pushed my clit onto Erik’s hand, and had my inner muscles clamping down ever harder on Gunnar’s cock and finger.
Behind me, Gunnar groaned. “Spank her again, Rolf. She loves it. Her pussy is like a clamp around my cock.”
“Too much!” I cried, frustrated and needy. Tears streamed down my face.
Gunnar spanked me then, the loud crack of it loud. I tensed, then shuddered as I clenched down on his cock and finger. The sharp burn of it had me hissing, but it slowly morphed into heat. Heat that overtook me.
“Give him everything, love,” Rolf insisted.
I didn’t know what he meant, but then, with instant clarity, I did. I stopped moving, let go of the blanket and exhaled. I relaxed every tense muscle and focused on the feel of Gunnar’s cock, of his finger. The first flutter of an orgasm rose within me, but the sharp sting of Gunnar’s hand on my ass stopped my release and I cried out, this time in protest.
“Yes, that’s it. You’ll take what we give you. And what is that?” Rolf asked.
“Pleasure.”
“Yes, but when?”
“When you say.”
The need coalesced into a brilliant white ball, brighter and brighter as Gunnar fucked me, giving me what I needed. Erik’s hand on my clit was an instrument of sensual torture as be stroked me to the edge of release, then stopped. Over and over again.
Gunnar’s cock swelled inside me, and I felt a second finger sliding into my bottom, heard his growl as he pressed even deeper. Every bit of my mind was focused on my body, on sensation.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel anything but them, the sounds they made, the way they touched me.
“Now, Sophia,” Gunnar ordered.
At his command, I came, the ball bursting open, blinding me to anything but sheer bliss. Gunnar’s fingers gripped my hips again as he slammed into me and gave me everything. His seed filled me, coated me, marked me permanently and irrevocably as his. I milked his cock and clenched his finger, pulling both into me, wanting to keep them there, to keep the feelings going forever.
I was surrounded by my mates, protected, touched.
Yes, this was what it felt like finally to belong to someone, to give myself completely. Those were my last thoughts when my whole world went dark.
Chapter Seven
Sophia
“The three of you are very good at distraction,” I said, settling my head back against Rolf’s chest. We were in the bath, although it was large enough to be like a small pool. The water came up to my neck where I sat in front of my mate, the scented steam swirled and spiraled off the surface. After the sex…God, was that the word for what the four of us had done? The fucking? The…orgy? Well, after all the orgasms they gave me, I’d pretty much blacked out and slept through the night, waking up tucked against Rolf’s side. Erik and Gunnar weren’t in bed and he’d all but dragged me right to the bath to help ease all my aches.
Yes, taking three men in a row had made me a tad bit sore. And sensitive. And needy all over again.
Rolf shifted against my back, lifting a leg so I was nestled between his thighs. I could feel his hard cock at my back, but now was not the time even to think of it. I wanted answers, not hot sex. Well, I did want hot sex, but it would have to wait. I could at least control myself for ten minutes in the bath, couldn’t I?
The three of them had turned me into a ménage-loving nympho who’d never had bath sex before. I could just lift up and lower myself down and fuck him. What was it called, reverse cowgirl or something?
I realized that Rolf hadn’t said anything.
Moving away from him, I spun around, faced him. I’d made little waves that sloshed over the side in my haste. Narrowing my eyes, I stared at the gentlest of the trio. His sly grin said it all. “It’s that damn seed power, isn’t it?�
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He shrugged one broad shoulder. “I can’t help that I desire you, that my pre-cum seeps from my cock nonstop with you around.”
I pursed my lips, for I couldn’t be angry. Not when just his cock rubbing against my bottom made me feel so good. Having all three of them come deep inside me had ensured I would always be eager for them. I should hate the idea, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t a drugged sex slave. I was their match, their mate and I wanted them. It. Sex.
Fucking.
“Distraction,” I repeated. “Let’s talk bad guys.”
“Bad guys?”
I leaned back against the opposite end of the tub, settled in. I wanted answers and I knew if I got out, I wouldn’t get them. I’d get something else entirely.
“The VSS.”
All playfulness slipped from his face.
“I want to know about them.”
Rolf sighed, the laughter fading from his eyes, the playfulness gone. He didn’t look sad, exactly. More resigned.
“They are the Viken Sector Separatist movement. They are led by a coalition of very powerful families, families that ruled Viken’s sectors as three separate countries before the Hive wars reached us.”
I nodded. “Just like Earth. We still have a bunch of different governments.”
“Exactly. We had three, and they ruled for centuries. But when the Hive wars reached us, they were forced to unite under the strongest ruler.”
“Lev, Drogan and Tor? The three Kings?”
“No, love. Their great grandfather. He was the first high King of Viken. But the sector leaders did not want to give up power. They’ve never accepted the unification.”
I rolled my eyes. “Powerful people never want to give up their position. It’s the same on Earth. I know all about that.” I rubbed some of the sweet-scented soap over my arms and shoulders, thinking. “So, they started a secret organization to overthrow the three Kings?”
“No.” Rolf’s eyes tracked the movements of my hands as I rubbed soap over my chest and neck, then lower, onto my breasts just beneath the water. He was so focused on my hands he missed my naughty-girl grin entirely. Men. “The VSS formed decades ago. Their efforts culminated in the death of the three Kings’ parents when they were infants.”
What a political mess. “So, the three Kings were split up when they were babies and sent to each of the sectors to grow up.”
“Yes.” His gaze lifted to my lips, so I licked them, enjoying the darkening of his pupils and the stutter in his speech. “The King and Queen were dead. I was just a boy, not much older than the three Kings. They were sent to grow up with guardians in each of the sectors, to learn their ways and customs, to be an accepted part of the community, a champion of their people.”
I lowered my head into the water and rinsed my hair. Rising, I lifted my head and studied the various bottles that lined the tub. Which one was the shampoo? They should have labels or something. “And did it work?” I picked up a cream-colored glass bottle, removed the stopper and lifted it to my nose.
Eww. No. That was totally man scent.
I scrunched my nose and placed it back on the ledge. A red bottle. Looked promising. I wrapped my fingers around it, but Rolf’s hand closed around mine.
“What are you looking for, mate?”
“Shampoo.” I lifted the stopper to my nose. Interesting. More like sandalwood. I wanted something sweet.
Rolf pulled me closer and reached for a white bottle the looked like smoked glass. “Allow me.”
He poured a bit of pale green liquid into his palm and I was worried I would smell like seaweed or pine trees, but the scent was light and sweet, like a glass of summer lemonade with extra sugar.
With a sigh, I relaxed into his care and moaned as he massaged my scalp with tender fingers.
I’d never had a man wash my hair. Talk about addictive. “God, you can do that every day.”
“It will be my pleasure, Sophia.” His voice was deep, rich, and all traces of jesting were gone.
Distraction. Distraction. Distraction.
What the hell had we been talking about?
“So, did it work? Did they grow up loyal to their sectors or whatever? Wouldn’t that cause a problem when they had to get back together?”
Rolf chuckled and lowered his hands to massage my shoulders. “Yes, it worked. Too well. The brothers refused to reunite. Their allegiances and prejudices firmly in place, as the VSS wanted.”
“So what happened? They get along fine now.” I’d meet Lev several times, but knew from my conversations with Leah that her men were a united force, just as mine appeared to be.
“Leah happened. She united the three Kings, just as you have united Gunnar, Erik and me”
“You’re each from a different sector?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Understanding dawned. Leah, Earth girl Leah, had united an entire planet by forcing her mates to learn how to get along. And then… “Allayna. The baby.”
“The one true Queen of Viken.” Rolf dipped my head gently, rinsing the soap from the long strands with slow, relaxing strokes.
I closed my eyes and pictured that cute little pixie with her red hair and bright blue eyes. “She’s not even one yet.”
“She is the future of our planet. The three Kings grew up in the sectors. And, as the Kings are loyal to their people, the sectors are loyal to them. Allayna is their daughter, the one all the sectors recognize as the true heir. They might refuse one of the three Kings, but none would refuse her. She is adored and revered in every sector.”
“So, they have to kill her.”
“We believe that is their goal, yes.”
“So they intended to transport Leah and her baby to the wilds instead of me?”
Rolf nodded. “Yes.”
“But how did it work, how did I get sent there instead?”
“We’re not sure. A transport glitch. The Kings have entire teams of engineers working on answering that very question.”
I opened my eyes and looked up into his face, meeting his gaze. “I’m not thrilled about someone trying to kill me, but I’m glad it happened.”
Rolf’s jaw clenched. “Glad?”
“If their transport plans had worked, Leah would have died protecting her baby. I…I can’t think about how awful that would have been.”
Rolf just made a weird guttural sound as a reply and released me. I righted myself and ran my hands over my hair to get the excess water out.
“So Gunnar and I will go to this place…Club Trinity, and find the man who wanted to kill Leah.”
Rolf reached for a washcloth and I stared at the way the water sluiced off his broad shoulders and down over his flat nipples. “No, love. Erik is meeting with the Kings. Gunnar’s already gone.”
“Gone?”
Nodding, he picked up the soap I’d been using and rubbed it over the washcloth. I breathed in the scent of vanilla. Did they have vanilla on Viken?
“Give me your arm.”
I lifted it in the air and he took my hand as he ran the bubbly washcloth up and down. If he wanted to do this as he gave me answers, I wasn’t going to complain. I’d never been washed by anyone before, at least not since I was a baby, and it was pretty darn nice.
“You’re doing this to distract me,” I fake grumbled.
Rolf switched arms.
“I can do both. Clean you, so Erik and I can make you dirty again, and give you the answers to your questions.”
That, I could live with.
“Gunnar went to Central City to see if he can learn more about the man with the mark.”
“The bad guy.”
Rolf frowned. “Yes, him. Gunnar plans to go to Club Trinity and reestablish his connections. He hasn’t been in some time.”
“He went without me? I want to help!”
He cocked a brow. “And how would you help at a sex club, mate?”
“I’m the only one who knows what the man sounds like. I can identify him.”
> Rolf gave me a dark look. I assumed it wasn’t directed at me, but at the man who I could recognize by voice.
“I told you, I know about power struggles. I got caught up in the mafia on Earth. I want to help. Need to,” I added. “I tried to play nice last time, and all that got me a prison sentence.”
“And us,” Rolf added, absently washing my shoulders.
“And you. But I can’t let this one go, Rolf. They were going to kill Leah and the baby. They tried to kill me!” I cried, my heart rate accelerating with frustration and anger. “I’m the only one who can identify him. I have to go. We can’t stand by and do nothing. They’ll try again. As long as Allayna is alive, they’ll keep trying.”
“Don’t remind me,” Rolf grumbled.
“Let me help,” I repeated.
“We spoke of this while you were sleeping, before Gunnar left. He has to investigate alone. If he showed up at the club with you on his arm, there would be questions. It would be obvious you were the mate that transported yesterday.”
“The bad guy didn’t know I saw his tattoo,” I countered. “And, he thinks I’m dead. Perhaps Gunnar is a newly mated Viken who just wants to show me his lifestyle.”
He glanced up at me. “True, but when he, the bad guy, discovers you’re not dead in the wilds, he’ll try again. You’re a liability to him.”
“A loose end,” I added.
He furrowed his brow. “Like a thread?”
I smiled. “An Earth expression. In this case, I am someone who knows what he’s done, how he wanted the Queen and her baby. Like you said, a liability. They’ll try to take me out.”
“Take you out? To where?”
I laughed. As well as these NPU translators worked, some things just didn’t translate well. “They’ll try to kill me.”
“Stand.”
I looked at him for a moment as he added more soap to the washcloth.
I did as he wanted and water sluiced down my body. From his position, Rolf was at eye level with my pussy, and he stared at it avidly. He even licked his lips.
He cleared his throat and knelt before me, ran the washcloth over my belly. “Gunnar will not place you in danger unless there is no other choice, unless he can’t learn the truth on his own. I understand your history now and your…eagerness to find the Viken traitor, but Gunnar must work alone first. He is going to cross-reference the Central City transport logs with known masters at the club . You know the bad guy transported from the wilds somewhere. There is a record of it and Gunnar will find it.”
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