That made sense.
“What if he can’t?” I asked. “I’m not doubting Gunnar, but bad guys are slippery. They cover their tracks. What if he can’t learn the truth?”
“Then you will have to be undercover.”
“Undercover?”
The washcloth moved up and over my breasts, cleaning them with much more attention than they probably needed.
“A training submissive. Gunnar will have to take you into the club . Unfortunately, he is quite well-known there. He will have to perform a scene with you.”
My eyes fell closed as Rolf plucked my nipple through the washcloth.
“A scene? What kind of scene?”
I heard the wet slap of the washcloth against the edge of the tub.
“Bondage, service sex such as sucking Gunnar’s cock, punishment, anal. There are many possibilities.”
“But I’ve never done those kinds of things,” I countered, blinking down at my mate. Both hands now cupped my breasts, played and tugged at my nipples. I gasped at one sharp pinch.
Rolf stared up at me, and the look in his eyes made me nervous. “If you prefer, Gunnar can do a scene with another woman in the club. Sometimes, the submissive is forced to watch, and not participate.”
“So, I would have to sit there and watch Gunnar have sex with someone else?”
Rolf dropped his eyes to my thighs as the scene floated in my mind. Gunnar with another woman’s mouth on his cock, taking his seed. Gunnar thrusting into another woman’s body as I knelt on the floor, helpless and silent, watching my mate fuck another woman. “No. I don’t want him touching anyone else.”
Rolf grinned up at me, but it was not a happy grin. “Gunnar will be pleased. We discussed this at length before he left. He believes you would be unaffected.”
“Does he want another woman?” The thought made my heart hurt, and I’d only known him for one damn day.
“No, love.” Rolf lifted a finger to my lips to silence my protest. “It was agreed, Erik and I will prepare you, get you ready for the club.”
“Prepare me?”
Rolf moved closer to me, slid his hands down my belly, over my hips to cup my pussy.
“First, we will shave you here. I like this little bit of fluff you have—”
“It’s called a landing strip.”
He looked up at me with a quirked brow. “For a fighting ship?”
I bit my lip. I’d never really thought about the name for the waxing style. “I guess so. I think it’s to make sure a man knows where to go.”
Rolf laughed then. He was so quick to do so and I enjoyed that about him. But that didn’t mean he was any less virile or insistent.
“It has to go. You will need to have a smooth and bare pussy for Trinity.”
Huh. Okay, I guess that was fine.
He cupped me again.
“Instead of telling you, why don’t we show you?”
I smiled at the way he was looking up at me, all wicked boy.
“Good idea.”
“Erik!” Rolf called. He cupped my pussy, slipped his finger through my folds and then into me. I gripped his shoulder so I didn’t fall over.
My other mate came into the bathroom.
“Is she clean?” he asked.
“Not for long,” Rolf countered. “She is ready.”
Erik grunted, then came over and held out a hand. “Come, love. Let’s get that pretty pussy all shaved, then I’ll lick all that newly smooth flesh. We’ll see just how sensitive you are.”
“She just got wet,” Rolf added, taking his finger from me and putting it in his mouth. “And I’m going to lick that pussy, not you,” he growled.
No seed power was involved in making me hot and horny this time. Just Rolf’s skilled hands.
As I stepped from the tub and Erik dried me off, I said to them, “This shouldn’t be too bad.”
Little did I know that when Erik was eating me out just a little while later, I would be eating my words.
***
Rolf
Erik made quick work of making sure our mate’s landing strip was removed. Her bare skin was smooth as glass and her smelled like flowers. Surely it would make everything more sensitive for her, if that were even possible.
Her hair was still wet and slicked back from her face, making her eyes look bigger, her face more delicate. She was truly beautiful, and brave. Perhaps even a little embarrassed having the two of us see her so intimately, yet touch her in a way that was much more clinical than passionate. But that would change. Now.
Erik’s dark hair was wet as well, and I knew he’d planned to work out with the new guard recruits early this morning. He must have bathed in the guard quarters.
No matter. Our mate couldn’t take her eyes off him as he stripped out of his uniform. Her breasts rose and fell and her long, shapely legs were already spread open in welcome.
I wore nothing more than a towel as I walked to the side of the bed and scooped her into my arms.
“Hey! What are you doing? I thought we were—” Her words faded and her cheeks turned pink with a delicate blush.
“We are, love, just not on the bed.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened as I carried her to the swing Gunnar had installed when we’d been asked to take a mate. The swing was designed for a woman’s pleasure. Wide straps would support her body and her limbs, holding her in place for our attention, and also restraining her movement.
I settled her back into it, looked into her eyes as I waited for her to settle—mind and body. I held her still as Erik took her left arm, lifted it out to her side strapping her arm and wrist in the thick restraints. He tested the bond, ensured it wasn’t too tight.
I didn't mind sharing Sophia with Erik. Or Gunnar. My mother hadn't given her attention or love evenly between my brother and me. I knew how that could hurt, could damage your soul. So I shared my mate with the others easily because I wanted her to have all the love we could give. I wanted her to know all of us, and I knew Erik and Gunnar wouldn't just take and take. They'd give. And at the center? Sophia. Always.
“I don’t know about this.”
Erik stopped and our mate’s gaze darted from Erik to me and back again. His was dark and intense, appropriate for what Sophia would be facing at the club. “This is mild, mate, compared to what you might see in the club. It might seem a little…scary, but remember, we will never hurt you. We will never take you without you wanting it. If you wish to refuse, we will understand. Gunnar doesn’t want you anywhere near the place.”
Sophia bit her lip and looked up at me. I shrugged. It had to be her decision. “Erik is right, love. If you can’t handle this, then you will struggle with whatever Gunnar has planned for you at the club.” I stroked her cheek. “And that is fine. We aren’t mad. Not in the slightest. We just need to know your boundaries.”
“Perhaps it’s good that we’ve discovered this here,” Erik countered.
Sophia lifted her free hand.
“No. Do it. Do whatever you have to do. I’m not letting that asshole kill Leah or Allayna.”
“Not at the expense of your fear of us. When we fuck, when we play like this, it should be all pleasure.”
“It will be,” she said.
“Not if you’re afraid,” Erik added.
Sophia bit her lip. “I’m not afraid. Really. It’s all just…daunting. I’ve loved everything so far that you’ve done. I’m sure I’ll love this.”
I glanced at Erik, then to Sophia. “All right. But if you need us to stop, we will. Immediately. Something to remember, love, is that you have all the power. We won’t do this to you unless you allow it. You give us your submission, but then we give the power right back.”
“I can say stop,” she replied, settling back.
“Exactly.” Erik nodded and we quickly strapped her into place.
I was pleased she’d taken a moment to understand. It would be better for her now, this knowledge that she was the key to the four of us, the
central cog in the wheel. Without her, we were…just mere warriors. And all three of us were ready for more.
As I watched Sophia’s mind settle, become aroused by our attentions, my cock was so hard it felt like a lead weight between my legs, painful. Heavy. Her perfect body was laid out before us like a feast—her arms and legs were splayed wide and strapped into the swing. Her pink pussy was open and on display, hanging in the air at the perfect level for me to drop to my knees and feast. And, with her head leaned back, she could take Erik’s cock in her mouth as I indulged myself at her core.
Erik met my gaze and I saw an eagerness there I understood all too well. “Shall we begin?”
“Yes.” I stepped close to Sophia’s pussy as Erik walked to her head. I placed my hand on her stomach and spread my fingers wide, nearly covering her. Her skin was so warm, so silky soft. She shuddered at my touch and I knew she was ready.
Erik stood above her and leaned forward so his cock dangled in front of her lips as his hands rested on her breasts. “Are you ready for the rules, Sophia?”
Her pussy glistened and I ran my fingers along the slick folds, but denied her what she really wanted. No penetration. No rubbing of her clit. She would have to wait until Erik was finished with the rules Gunnar had given us.
“No one exists but us. If you look at anyone else, you’ll be spanked.”
Sophia blinked up at him in confusion. “But, there’s no one here.”
I chuckled and reached to the wall closest me. We were in the corner of the room, but as the shutters drifted open on silent gears, the wide-open windows allowed anyone on the upper levels of the fortress to witness our mate’s pleasure.
“Oh my God.” Sophia jerked her wrists against the restraints. “I didn’t know. I…”
She looked at Erik but I answered her. “Shh, they’ll see how beautiful you are, how you give us the most incredible pleasure. They will be jealous of us, your mates.”
“I am proud of you as our mate and I wish for everyone to see you. Rolf does too. He finds immense pleasure in sharing you. Not by touch,” Erik added.
“Never,” I growled. “They can see how gorgeous you are, how perfect you are for us, but nothing more. Ever.”
“The rule again. No one exists but us. If you look at anyone else, you’ll be spanked.”
I watched as she considered our words, the possibility of being seen, before she relaxed into the straps. Gave over.
“Gunnar will be touching you at the club. It will be crowded. Eyes will be on you. Watching you love whatever Gunnar does to you. They’ll see you come and be envious of him.”
Erik walked around our mate, petting her for everyone watching to see. Sector One’s fixation on public displays of ownership, of a mate’s ability to bring his female pleasure, were the talk of the other sectors. The only thing Erik might love more than the three warriors staring down at us from across the courtyard on the third level was taking Sophia in the ass, and that was coming. Soon.
“Open up,” Erik said, nudging her full lips with the dripping head of his cock. His pre-cum coated her skin and I watched as it seeped in, as she flicked her tongue out to lick it up.
“Oh,” she moaned, the seed power settling over her like a warm blanket. It would help her with her nerves, with any apprehension she had. It was all right for her to be nervous, for we would push her boundaries. But fear, no. Never.
Widening her mouth, she took the broad head of Erik’s cock and then part of his shaft. Erik’s breath hissed out as he put a hand on her cheek, then began to move in and out of her, not very deep to allow her time to adjust. He wasn’t small and the angle was surely new for her.
I wasn’t going to just stare at them. No. I was going to prepare her to take all of us at the same time, then fuck her.
“So smooth, love,” I commented, sliding my finger over the now bare outer lips of her pussy. “Feel that?”
She moaned, for it had to be extra sensitive. Her pussy was gorgeous, so pink and wet and swollen. So eager.
Picking up the small butt plug, I squeezed some lubricant onto the hard object, coating it thoroughly. Then I placed my slick fingers at her back entrance and circled, spreading the slick ointment. Coating her in it.
She bucked at my touch, but couldn’t speak, for she had her mouth full. Very full.
“Ever had your ass fucked, love?” I murmured, continuing to circle and press slightly against her tight hole.
Her head shook from side to side ever so slightly.
“We’ll take you here, play with you, fill you. You’re going to love it. I promise.” I looked down between her spread legs, saw wetness slipping from her as I was able to breach the tight ring of muscle and slip just the tip of my finger into her.
“All three of us are going to fuck you at once. Ah, love, you’re so good at sucking cock,” Erik growled.
“One of us in your mouth, one in your pussy, and another in your ass. Fucking you, filling you. Loving you.”
Pulling the finger free, she moaned, but I pressed the plug to her and started working it in. With the lube, it wasn’t hard to do, for the plug was small and her eagerness even surprised her. When it settled into place, I watched as her free hand came up and cupped Erik’s balls, eager for more.
“Oh, no, love.” Erik, while I knew he loved her hand on him—my balls tightened in jealousy—couldn’t allow her to have what she wanted in this. Not this time. Oh, we’d give her the chance to take charge, to touch us, play with us, but not now. She needed to learn that we would give her her pleasure, the way it was done at Club Trinity.
Erik put her hand into place, strapped it in, tested the comfort of it, all the while Sophia eagerly sucked on his cock.
“Fuck,” he whispered at her voraciousness.
I couldn’t wait any longer. She’d given over so beautifully that I couldn’t hold back. Lining my weeping cock up to her entrance, I slid right in.
She moaned as I filled her, the fit so tight with the plug.
Once I settled all the way in, I looked up at Erik. His jaw was clenched, but his hand on her cheek was gentle.
“Ready?” I asked. He nodded once.
“Ready, Sophia?”
She tugged at the bonds on her hands, but moaned and settled.
Erik and I moved our hands to the straps on the swing, gripped them, then began to rock the swing ever so gently.
She was pinned between us, being fucked in her mouth and pussy. None of us moved, the swing doing all the work. We gauged the motions based on watching Sophia. We couldn’t allow the swing to move too far, for we didn’t know how far she could take a cock into her mouth, her throat.
But she was surprising us, taking a little bit more, then more still as time went on.
She came, milking my cock as we continued the pace, never stopping. First one orgasm, then another.
“See, Sophia, only pleasure. Anyone seeing you will know we are giving you just what you need. And in just a second, they’ll see us take it from you.”
“Fuck, yes. I can’t take her sweet suction any longer. I’m going to come, love. Swallow.”
When Erik groaned and I watched Sophia’s throat work to swallow all the seed he was giving her, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The pleasure of her hot pussy, the tightness of it, the way she responded to both Erick and me, had my orgasm build at the base of my spine, draw my balls up and shoot forth, filling her, coating, marking her.
She moaned around Erik’s cock, but he pulled out as soon as he was done and she screamed. Her inner walls clenched and milked my cock, ensuring every last drop was pulled from me. There was nothing left. She’d claimed me just as much as I had her.
“Beautiful, love.”
Once she settled, her breathing becoming more even, we undid the straps and lifted her from the swing. Erik closed the blind on the window, blocking out the rest of the world once again.
As I carried her across the room to the bed, she glanced back at it. “That was…wow. If
that’s what it’s going to be like at the club , then I’m ready. I want more.”
She nuzzled into me and I realized we had awakened something inside her that she hadn’t even known about. There was no going back now. Not that any of us wanted to. But I had no doubt that what was to come might rip us all apart. The VSS was just too big for the four of us alone.
Chapter Eight
Gunnar
I rubbed my hand over my face, tried to wipe away the gritty feeling in my eyes. My day in Central City had been a waste. Well, not completely. I’d discovered that the transport data for the shitty little station in the wilds had been wiped clean. Not only was there no record of any Vikens transporting in and out earlier in the day, there was no record of our transport to find Sophia, nor the one of the King and Queen that followed. Nor our return to the City. How the fuck did transports of over ten people just get erased?
On purpose. So while I hadn’t found the bastard, his actions to cover his identity were not subtle and easily proved his guilt, if only we knew who he was. The VSS wanted the Queen and the baby. Wanted them dead. I wasn’t sure if I should be thankful their plan had been foiled or not. The thought of Sophia fending off her attacker, shooting him with the Viken’s own ion pistol when she could have been easily killed instead, made me want to punch a hole in the wall. But if the transport error hadn’t occurred, the planet would be in crisis. The Queen and princess would surely be dead.
With the Kings aware of the danger to their mate and child, every precaution was put in place. Neither would be left alone and, fortunately, three Viken warrior husbands would watch over them. Transports for the two of them would be only in an emergency and they would transport with at least one of the Kings. Guards were doubled.
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