Mated To The Vikens (Interstellar Brides Book 8)

by Grace Goodwin

  When we’d circled the room, I stopped and pulled her to stand before me. She looked up into my eyes and shook her head in answer to my unspoken question.

  No.

  He was not here.

  The strain of the hunt left my body, replaced by a tension of a different sort. I lifted my hand to cup her cheek, eager to judge her reaction to my touch. Without evil lurking, I could focus on Sophia. I could turn this visit into something just for us. Yes, the place meant nothing to me any longer, the mark on my arm just a reminder of an empty past, but I could change that. I could take my mate here, connect with her in a way neither of us had imagined before.

  Yes, I’d fucked her before, but she’d been surrounded by all three of her mates. She’d surrendered first to Rolf, then Erik. Not to me.

  I needed her to give herself to me. Me. The ache in my chest was new and unfamiliar, but I did not push it away. Instead, I let her see it in my eyes, the longing for her acceptance.

  “Gunnar.” She pressed her cheek into my palm before turning to place a kiss in the center. Her gaze returned to mine, soft and dark with desire. “I see the hunger in you.”

  “I want you, even here. Perhaps especially here,” I added.

  I leaned down and claimed her mouth in a kiss, crushing her cloaked body to mine. I knew she wore nothing beneath, and the knowledge burned through me like fire, making my cock heat and pulse to be free. To be inside her.

  Panting when I released her, she stared up at me with a question in her eyes. I ignored everyone in the room, unnaturally aware of the bench directly to our left. The base was lined with new toys, plugs and dildos. Floggers and paddles, oil and wax as well. I could not deny the image burning into my mind of her naked and tied to that bench with her ass in the air as I spanked her, filled her ass and fucked her until she screamed.

  “I’m not scared,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I could see the thrumming beat of her pulse at her neck, knew that while she wasn’t fearful, she was still nervous.

  Now I was the one having difficulty controlling the air moving in and out of my lungs as I lowered my lips to her ear and whispered, “I want to take you over that bench and tie you down with everyone watching. I want to fill your ass and spank it, then fuck you until you scream.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You want that here? This place… I’m going to fuck you, but it doesn’t have to be here.”

  She looked up at me with her soft eyes, studying, assessing. “I want it. I want to see what you were like, what you are still like.”

  I shook my head as I stroked her cheek. “I’m not like this place anymore. I get what I need from you.”

  Nodding slightly, she continued. “And I get what I need from you. And I need you to do…whatever you want. Here.”

  She shivered before me and closed her eyes on a soft moan. With trembling fingers she reached for the tie at her neck and tugged at the knot. It gave away in a slow glide that held me hypnotized as the cloak fell to the floor in a pool of black, leaving her naked before me. Bare except for the decadent white shoes that forced her to walk with her hips thrust out. The spiked ends gave her added height and made her legs look even longer.

  She stood before me with her head down, as I’d taught her, and whispered the words I’d heard a hundred times before. Never before had they made me feel so powerful and so vulnerable at the same time. This time, the words meant everything because they came from a woman who was truly mine, my mate. “Please, Sir. I want this. I want you.”

  “Fuck,” I hissed through my teeth. My cock threatened to rip through my pants. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I did not want to talk any longer. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and lifted her head so I could kiss her. I wasn’t gentle, I didn’t have it in me to be gentle. My cock flooded my body with lust, craving, need. I needed to fuck her. I needed to fill her with my seed and watch her writhe. I needed to conquer.

  I kissed her a moment more and walked her to the bench, aligning the front of her hips with the padded rest that came to the front of her thighs. Hand still in her hair, I pushed her head down until she bent over the bench with her ass in the air.

  “Raise your arms,” I ordered.

  Sophia lifted her arms above her head and I secured them using thick straps in place for just such a purpose. When she was secured on all fours, I reached down and released my hard cock from the uncomfortably tight black pants. Heavy with need, pre-cum already coated the tip. The essence of my cock would make her body eager and ready, but I didn’t want to rely on seed power to seduce my mate. I needed her to look at me like that of her own accord.

  I’d never worried about being desired. But I’d never imagined a mate of my own, a woman who would love me with every ounce of her heart and soul. And suddenly, I craved the love and acceptance of this woman I barely knew, needed her to want me like I needed air to breathe.

  She made me weak, and yet, I could not walk away. This was obsession, not love. Primal need. I could not love her in return, the feeling long burned from my body by pain. I’d loved once, and lost everything.

  I would not survive losing Sophia if I loved her.

  Rolf and Erik could give her tender words and gentleness. But I could give her this. I would give us what we both needed.

  Freedom from the cage of her mind. Freedom to experience total bliss beyond the limits set in place by guilt, shame or judgment. I would force her to give her pain to me, and I would drink it down like the greedy fuck I had become at first sight of her.

  She flung her dark hair over her shoulder and looked up at me, licked her lips. I saw no fear in her eyes, only raw, naked lust. Watching her closely, I spoke slowly to be sure she understood every word.

  “I’m going to spank your ass, mate, because I can. Because you enjoy the sting on your bare bottom. I’m going to make you burn, and then I’m going to fill that tight little ass so you’ll be ready for Erik when next you see him.”

  She bit her lip and looked up at me. “What about you?”

  The question was a dagger to my beating heart. What about you? No lover had ever asked what I wanted, what I needed. Not one. They took their pleasure as their due and walked away, sated and unconcerned of the cost to me to provide.

  What about you?

  Fuck. I was screwed.

  I leaned over and grabbed a paddle from the supplies hanging off the bench and held it up for her inspection before stepping forward, close enough that she could take my cock into her mouth.

  “Suck me, Sophia. Suck me so deep you can’t breathe.”

  She opened her mouth and took me in, swirling her tongue around the head several times, licking my seed from the tip. I knew the moment the bonding essence in my seed hit her bloodstream. She moaned. Her eyes closing as she leaned forward. She sucked me down until my cock hit the back of her throat.

  Gods. I’d never experienced such pleasure. She rubbed the base of my cock with her tongue, holding me in place. Sucking like she’d never get enough.

  I threw my head back and fought off the orgasm drawing my balls into tight, painful spheres between my legs.

  Her bare bottom called to me, so round and perfectly curved. So fucking beautiful.

  Twisting, I reached beneath her and grabbed her nipple, twisting and pulling gently as I swung the paddle, bringing it down on her naked ass.

  The crack of it filled the room, and left me feeling empty. Detached.

  She jerked and cried out around my cock. I withdrew, forcing her to take a breath, but she shifted her head almost immediately, sucking me down once more. Her back arched, shoving her breast into my hand and raising her ass in the air for another hot strike of the paddle.

  But I needed to feel her flesh, to connect with her as I never had with another. The paddle was an extension, something impersonal and distant, a way to keep my emotions separate from the act. For the first time in my life, I needed to feel connected
. I needed this to be real.

  I dropped the paddle and swung my open palm, relishing the feel of her soft flesh as I made her mine.

  Smack!

  Smack!

  Smack!

  A few club goers stopped to watch as I shifted my hips, carefully fucking her mouth as I spanked her ass a bright, fiery red.

  Her soft cries turned to whimpers, then moans of need. I continued until she was writhing, pressing her hips forward, desperate for pressure on her clit, but the bench was unforgiving. She could not move, could only take what I gave her.

  I stroked her gently, petting her back, her ass, as she continued to work me with her mouth. Forcing myself to focus on the elegant curve of her spine, the ripe roundness of her ass, instead of coming. Reaching over, I rubbed her tight rosette so she knew what was to come, but I moved on, plunged two fingers into her wet pussy.

  With a gasp, she pressed back against my fingers, trying to fuck my hand, but still the restraints limited her movement and I denied her the one thing I knew she needed.

  I would deny her until she broke, until she begged.

  Slipping my cock from her hot, wet mouth, I moving to stand behind her, stroking the pink cheeks of her bare bottom with reverence. The skin was taut and hot, and I knew just the brush of my palm would be sensitive for her. This ass was mine. I could shove my cock in her if I wanted to. She remained lax and accepting of my touch, and I knew she would deny me nothing.

  But I wanted my seed planted in her womb, my child growing in her body. Perhaps I’d done it the one time I’d fucked her. Perhaps Rolf or Erik had. Even though I shared her, I still wanted to mark her, own her, make sure she could never, ever leave me.

  That fear rose up like a ghost from the grave and I shoved it away. Sophia was not part of my past, only stepping into it, into the club this one time. She was my future. A future I’d feared. A future I’d fought against until this moment.

  I reached for the oil, coated my fingers and carefully worked my finger into her tight hole, coating her well, making sure she was ready for the plug I intended to place in her bottom. I watched her carefully, the way her hands clenched, her spine stiffened. The changing of her breath. The sheen of sweat that coated her flushed skin. When next we met Rolf and Erik, we would claim her in truth, all three of us—Erik in her ass, Rolf in her mouth and me in her hot, wet pussy. We’d fill her with seed, with our bonding essence, until she was well and truly ours. Addicted to our touch.

  The effects of our seed power would wane in the coming weeks, but I needed her to belong to us fully before then, before her thirty days were up. She could still change her mind, find another mate on Viken per Bride Program protocol, but it was my job—no, all three of our jobs—to ensure that didn’t happen. I wanted my child in her womb.

  Before she could walk away from us.

  Spreading her cheeks, I worked a chosen plug into her body with extreme patience, making sure I did not harm her. Her breathy pants were stunning, for this was new to her. I was pushing her and she was taking it beautifully.

  When it was seated, I rubbed her weeping pussy with my cock, coated the broad head with her slick essence.

  “Gunnar!” She flung her head back and forth, pressing her hips as far back as she could, trying to take me in. To be filled in her ass and pussy at the same time.

  I smacked her ass with my bare hand and her back arched. “You do not make demands, Sophia.” I pulled the plug out slowly before filling her again, fucking her ass the way I longed to fuck her pussy. I wrapped my fist around my cock and pumped once, twice, gathering the pre-cum from the tip. I slid my cum-coated fingers into her wet core and watched, waited with anticipation for her to react.

  Her body bucked, her back lifting into the air as she writhed and begged me at last. “Please, Sir. Please fuck me. Please make me come.”

  “Ah, begging. I like to hear that.”

  Pleased now, I lined up my cock with her wet pussy and slid inside as a half dozen men and their subs watched from all around us. “Open your eyes, Sophia. Open your eyes and see how you are watched as I fuck you.”

  Chapter Nine

  Sophia

  Gunnar rutted into me like a caveman, his need primitive and carnal, and I welcomed each wild thrust of his hips. The plug he’d pressed into my bottom stretched me wide, his cock adding pressure to the brink of pain, pushing me higher and higher. I loved it. He knew, somehow, to push me past what I thought I could handle and into a new place where I loved it. I had no control, could only submit.

  I’d thought I could suck his cock, swirl my tongue around that flared crown, but he hadn’t wanted just that. He’d pushed himself farther and farther—albeit carefully—into my mouth. I’d had to breathe through my nose and concentrate, and yet he’d gone even farther, until he was touching the back of my throat. I hadn’t been able to move, to push him away.

  I’d had to take it, wanted to…and it had made my pussy weep, my nipples tighten. I’d needed it, that possession, along with the stinging smacks from the paddle. God, pain had never felt so good.

  He ordered me to open my eyes, and I did so reluctantly, until I saw the heated gazes of two Viken males and their women watching me with dark, lust-filled eyes.

  They wanted what I had, those women. They wanted to be tied down and taken, dominated by their mates.

  Some perhaps, even wanted Gunnar.

  From the looks in the men’s eyes, the women would get exactly what they desired—except for my mate.

  He was mine. All mine. And I was his. Completely.

  Gunnar bent over me, covering my back, his arms reaching underneath to tug and knead my breasts as his hips pounded into me from behind. Each thrust drove the plug a bit deeper as well, each retreat moving the object inside me as if two men fucked me, and I could not stop the image of riding Gunnar’s cock as Erik filled me from behind.

  I knew it would be Erik, for he’d already spoken of claiming my ass. That was his need, to take me there. His cock was hard and hot, and would fill me so deeply. I’d feel the hot spurts of his seed as he came. This plug, it was nothing in comparison to what I’d get from Erik.

  I clenched my muscles around the plug as Gunnar’s cock thrust deep, the tip touching my womb. The force sent a shock of pleasure-pain through my body on the inside, and my muscles collapsed beneath me as sensation overloaded my system. I could do nothing but take it. Nothing but let the others watch me give myself to my mate.

  Gunnar buried his hand in my hair and stepped back, pulling me with him until my thighs came away from the bench and he could reach beneath me to stroke my clit. He slowed the movement of his cock and held my head back, my neck arched as he fucked me slowly. Every nerve ending deep inside flared to life. His cock missed not one inch of me. I wanted it fast and hard, but no. He was slowly torturing me. Taunting me. So fucking slow I thought I’d die of want.

  “Gunnar, please,” I begged again. I was not beyond begging. He’d turned me into a sweaty, needy mess and I didn’t care.

  “Come all over my cock, Sophia. Come now,” he commanded.

  He flicked my clit fast and thrust deep and I screamed as the orgasm rushed through me.

  Gunnar did not stop moving. He did not release me. He pushed me to another release before I’d had time to recover from the first. When I finally stilled, my pussy so swollen and sensitive every thrust of his hard cock a sensual glide making me quiver and burn for him, he released me.

  I fell forward, slack and accepting of anything he wanted from me. I gave myself into his care, completely sated and warm, content. The others could watch, but they meant nothing. It was just Gunnar and me. I needed to please him now, reveled in the power of my body to push him to such primitive lusts, such mindless need.

  He took his time—still—riding me, using my body, filling and pushing me out of satiation to need once again. He built the fire slowly this time, the bulbous head of his cock like a ridge of pleasure as he pushed into my wet, swollen and sensit
ive pussy, pulled out.

  His cock swelled and hard hands grabbed my hips. His pacing increased and I knew he was about to come, to fill me with his seed.

  And I wanted it all, every drop. I wanted to own him as he owned me, to know that I carried a piece of him inside me. I never wanted to lose that connection, to be without my mates.

  Gripping my hips in an almost brutal hold, he came, his cock jumping and pulsing inside my core, filling me with his essence, his seed power. I welcomed the rush of heat I knew would follow. Seconds later, the chemical in his seed rushed through my bloodstream like the sweetest fire, and my pussy responded, clenching and spasming around his hard length as another orgasm made me moan and shake, the rush indescribable, the bond so strong I closed my eyes for fear I would reveal too much to those who still watched him conquer me, body and soul.

  When it was over, he gently removed the plug and wiped my body with cleaning clothes and scented oil before releasing me and draping the cloak back over my shoulders. With a sigh, I lifted my arms to his chest and raised my face for a kiss. For once, confident that he would not deny me.

  Before this moment, Gunnar had been the great unknown for me. Rolf was witty and hid the pain of his past with humor and wit. Erik loved to brood, but he did not carry darkness the way Gunnar did. Erik would release it into the world, would rant or bellow, allowing me to soothe him. In just two days, I’d learned my men and grown fond of them.

  But Gunnar had been walking darkness. Impossible to read, impossible to know. I knew his protective streak, but nothing more. But a woman can learn much from a lover’s touch, and now I knew Gunnar’s secret.

  I believed that he loved me, whether he was ready to admit it or not. He cherished me. He would move heaven or hell to protect me. His darkness chipped away at his soul, the loneliness he carried like a shield to his heart tried to hide him from me. But it was too late. He touched me, and I knew.

  But I would be patient. Rolf’s easy banter hid an aching heart. Erik’s gruff demands his fear of losing me, of watching me die the way he’d been forced to watch his family perish. Despite their dark pasts, of all my mates, Gunnar was the most afraid of what loving me might do to him. Erik and Rolf had both loved, been loved. But to Gunnar, loving me was the ultimate vulnerability, a weakness he’d never allowed himself before. A leap he’d never taken because his love would be all consuming, powerful and obsessive.