Mated To The Vikens (Interstellar Brides Book 8)

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by Grace Goodwin


  ***

  Rolf

  Back at our quarters, safe within the royal fortress at Viken United, I’d taken Sophia straight to the medical station, despite her insistence that she was not hurt. I growled every time the doctor put a hand on her, even if it had been a clinical touch. The smirk on the older Viken’s face told me he’d found my possessiveness humorous.

  We hadn’t told him about Dorn or the VSS. If we had, the man surely wouldn’t be smiling.

  Only when the doctor assured me she was all right had I taken her back to our quarters and straight into the bathing room where I stripped her bare and took her into the tub. I didn’t speak, at least not much more than single-word directions. I couldn’t. I hadn’t settled yet. I was the calm one of her trio of mates, but in this moment, I was unsettled. It had been too close, her demise. Again. In the short time she’d been on Viken, she’d had more danger than many Vikens citizens who lived here their entire lives.

  And yet Sophia wasn’t a warrior. She wasn’t even Viken. She was a petite, smart, sassy, willful alien, but she’d taken on the VSS and survived. Twice, and neither time had I been there to defend her. Even Gunnar, the most ruthless of us, had been helpless.

  And that was two times too many. And so I tried to ease my fears. It was over. She was safe. The VSS would not come after her, as she’d said. She was just a Viken bride now. Nothing more. And thank fuck for that.

  It was now time to remind her of that, of the reason she’d been matched in the first place. She was our bride and tonight we would claim her together.

  This time, the bath was more clinical than romantic. It had only been a day since we’d shared one before and yet so much had changed. I cleaned her body of every bit of dirt, of blood, and hopefully, in a way, her mind, of what had happened.

  She wanted to be claimed by us, and we needed her fully ready. She’d said she was when we were out on the street, Dorn’s body sprawled behind us, but the adrenaline had worn off for all of us. Yes, the relief was palpable, but so were the memories.

  It was my job, while Gunnar and Erik bathed elsewhere, to ease the worries from Sophia.

  “I’m fine, Rolf,” she’d said, taking the soap from me. I’d washed her twice and apparently I was the one still upset. She was soothing me.

  Using her finger to indicate I turn around, I did so. She washed my back and I groaned. The feel of her small hands was enticing. Knowing she was safe and whole and cleaning my back was like a balm to my fear.

  “You had a trauma,” I told her, enjoying the way her fingers played over my shoulders.

  “I’ve had a trauma for the past two years,” she replied. “It all started when my mother became sick, when she needed the expensive medicine. But no more. No more pain and suffering. No more bad guys. I’m ready for the future. Not the past. That’s what my mother would want. That’s what I want.”

  I turned around and took her hands, looked at her dark eyes. She looked different with her hair slicked back. Simple. Pure. Perfect.

  “You aren’t planning on fucking her all by yourself, are you?” Erik asked, naked as the day he was born, arms crossed. He and Gunnar stood beside the tub, grins on their faces.

  We glanced up at them and I couldn’t miss the easy smile on Sophia’s face.

  “All three of us are her mates. He doesn’t have enough cocks to do it,” Gunnar added. It was good to hear the teasing tone in his voice.

  I grinned. “I could find a way.”

  Sophia laughed and the sound eased something raw in me. Erik and Gunnar eased as well.

  Perhaps it wasn’t my role to soothe the other two any longer. All along I’d been the peacemaker, the soother, the one who made light of the never-ending danger we’d faced fighting the Hive. Gunnar was a moody fuck and quick to anger. Hell, Erik had always just been downright angry. Sad, even. I’d always kept my feelings in check to help tame those two. But now, with Sophia, I couldn’t do that. I was just as raw and angry and frustrated as the others. I couldn’t tame them any longer. I could barely tame myself when it came to Sophia and danger.

  But she’d soothed me. Eased my worries, my fears. My anger. It was her job now to tend to all three of us and I relished that. I needed it. I needed to know I could be angry or upset, mad or even fucking pissed and she wouldn’t care. She’d hug me, or wash my back, and make it all better again.

  We belonged to her. And now, it was time for her to belong to all of us. Forever.

  Gunnar held out his hand. “Come, love. Let’s make you ours.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Sophia

  Ours. Oh, yes. I’d just fucked Gunnar—well, he’d actually fucked me and very thoroughly—just a short time ago. In the few hours since, everything changed. We’d found the guy who’d wanted me dead. Dorn had held an ion pistol to my head and I’d realized exactly how much my mates meant to me.

  I’d been willing to die to protect Gunnar. No second guessing, no doubts. I’d fallen in love with my mates faster than should be possible. But that was, after all, exactly what Warden Egara at the bride processing center had promised me. The matching process was designed to find mates perfect for me. And, with that asshole’s hand around my throat and gun to my head, I realized they were perfect.

  Rolf charmed and beguiled me with his golden good looks and smart wit. Erik’s passion and dedication, outspoken loyalty and dirty talk, combined with the fact that he looked like a Viking god, made me long to be in his arms. And Gunnar, my dark, brooding alpha male, had a heart so selfless, so dedicated to service and duty, that I ached each time I looked at him.

  While I’d known I wanted all three of my Viken warriors before, the near-death experience only strengthened my resolve. These three brave, possessive, dominant guys were mine. They wanted me.

  The way they were staring at me left no doubt. Gunnar’s jaw was clenched tightly. Erik’s eyes blazed with heat. Rolf’s usually relaxed body seemed poised to pounce. And all three of them had cocks that could pound nails. Or fill me up, every which way.

  Yes, please.

  Just as I’d told Rolf, it had been a two-year nightmare. It all started with the phone call from the doctor’s office, the visit where we learned of my mother’s cancer. The medicine she’d need to live. The cost. The Corellis. The bargain. Everything I’d done for them had been worth it. Yes, I’d done bad things. Smuggled drugs and money into the country, but it had given my mother an extra six months.

  I hadn’t walked away from the Corellis when I walked away from my mother’s grave. They’d kept their thumb on me, forcing me to continue. My job, my art, hell, the entire art world lost its color, its brilliance. They’d ruined my life. And when I’d been arrested for my crimes, they hadn’t saved me. I’d been tossed into jail, sentenced to twenty-five years—twenty-five!—for the crime of loving my mother too much.

  But every moment, every second of that torturous time had led me to this moment, to these Vikens. My mates. Fate? Perhaps. If I hadn’t sought out the Corellis, made a deal with them, none of this would have happened. I wouldn’t be on Viken.

  This was where I belonged. There was nothing—or no one—on Earth for me. My mother would want me to follow my passions, just as she always had with my art. But now, my world showed brightly not from paints and swirls of color, but because of Gunnar, Rolf and Erik.

  She would have loved them. Shocked perhaps that I had three husbands, but I didn’t doubt their love for me. They hadn’t said it aloud, for it had been too soon, but they showed it.

  And now, with Gunnar’s hand out, I could have it all. I could truly, completely belong to them. All I had to do was place my palm in his. The three of them would do the rest.

  I didn’t doubt, didn’t question, didn’t even think when I reached out for him. As soon as our hands met, he pulled me from the tub and into his arms, uncaring that I was dripping wet.

  He kissed me, fierce and dark and carnal. All his pent-up passion, and anger, frustration, need—every emotion—po
ured from him and into the kiss.

  I took it all, everything he had to give me.

  A cloth rubbed over my back, drying my skin, not once did Gunnar lift his head.

  Hands on my shoulders spun me about, tearing our lips apart. A wicked grin on Erik’s face was all I saw with my passion-filled eyes before his mouth took over. He tasted different, his need different. Hotter, sharper, his kiss consumed me. Where Gunnar was all dark passion, Erik was all heat, fire. Brilliance.

  I felt Gunnar’s hard chest against my back, Erik at my front. I was between them, no room to move, to do anything but feel. But something was missing. No, someone.

  I turned my head, breathed out the name. “Rolf.”

  He was there beside me, smiling at me, stroking my wet hair. “Need me, too?”

  I nodded. “I need all of you.”

  He kissed me then, his hands cupping my face as Erik’s and Gunnar’s hands ran over me, cupping my breasts, plucking my nipples, stroking over the curve of my bottom, slipping between my thighs to stroke my most sensitive flesh.

  I whimpered at their onslaught to my senses. It was overwhelming.

  Rolf’s lips left mine and I was lifted into the air, carried from the side of the bathtub and into the bedroom, lowered to stand on my feet directly beside the bed.

  “I may have taken you a few hours ago, love, but I need you again,” Gunnar said.

  Erik growled. “We haven’t taken her tonight.”

  “Your cock should be resting,” Rolf added, the corner of his mouth tipping up. “Erik and I can handle this if you’re not up to it.”

  All of us glanced at Gunnar’s cock. It was far from resting.

  “You think any of our cocks will be rested for the next few days?”

  My inner walls clenched at the idea of them taking me so frequently. My arousal dripped down my thighs.

  “Days?” Erik added. “Weeks.”

  Rolf shook his head. “Months.”

  “Forever,” I replied, trying to end this silly boy feud. “I will never be tired of you three. Ever.”

  They moved toward me as a group. Stepping back, I bumped into the bed, dropping onto it so I was seated directly before all three of them. All three of their big, hard, eager cocks bobbed directly in front of my face.

  Lifting a finger, I lightly swiped the fluid seeping from all three of their tips. I glanced up at them through my lashes, knowing the power of this slick essence.

  I felt the heat of it, the intensity of the fluid as it touched just my fingertip, but when I lifted it to my mouth, tasted their mixed flavor, I almost came. It was so powerful, this need I had for them, for it matched their need for me. This seed, the power of it, was made for me. Only me. I tasted their power, their need, their love.

  I wanted it. I wanted them. I wanted everything.

  I’d given up Earth and gained the universe.

  ***

  Gunnar

  She was so beautiful, so perfect before us. The impish look in her eyes was quickly replaced with such heated desire I was surprised she didn’t burst into flames. When she’d licked our combined seed, her body responded and need washed over her. Her nipples tightened, her skin flushed, her eyes fell closed, her muscles softened. I knew her pussy was dripping; I could scent her musky arousal.

  This wasn’t the club. This was our bed where we would truly make Sophia ours.

  Now.

  “I took you hard earlier in the club. This time, it won’t be fucking, love.”

  Rolf shook his head as he went and settled onto the bed, his head resting on the pillows. Quirking a finger, he beckoned Sophia toward him.

  She looked at him, then to Erik, then me. Licked her lips. “No, not fucking,” she repeated as she crawled naked so she was close enough to kiss him. Her breasts fell heavily beneath her and I couldn’t help but stroke a hand over her lush ass. Erik went around the bed and knelt on the other side of her.

  She was surrounded and soon, she would be filled. She would take all of us.

  “Straddle me.” Rolf’s words were intermixed with kisses and she threw a leg over his waist, not breaking the kiss.

  He kissed her for a long, slow minute, but I knew what Rolf wanted, what he always wanted.

  Sophia squealed as he lifted her, moving her so that her pussy settled directly over his mouth. Erik and I watched as Rolf worked her with his mouth, her head thrown back and her hips grinding into his chin as Rolf pleasured her.

  Unable to resist, Erik leaned forward and took her breast in his mouth, tugging and suckling her as Rolf worked her wet pussy from below.

  Our mate placed her hands on the thick headboard, bracing herself as Erik’s hand drifted lower, to tease her back entrance. The virgin ass that would soon be filled with his cock.

  I let them play, Sophia’s pleased gasps and moans an aphrodisiac all their own. When Erik lifted his head from Sophia’s breast with a nod to me, I tossed him the tube of thickened oil he would need to prepare our mate’s ass for his cock.

  She was ready to take all of us. She’d been ready since the club.

  Grinning, Erik squeezed a large amount onto his fingers, coating them.

  Patience at an end, I lay down next to Rolf and lifted Sophia from his body, settling her over mine.

  “Gunnar!” Sophia squealed like a little girl and I actually chuckled as I settled her hips low, my hard cock pressed between us. “I’m going to fuck you, mate.”

  “God, hurry up!” Sophia demanded as Erik and Rolf both chuckled.

  In the future, I’d spank her ass for such an outburst, make her wait. Make her beg. But right now, I couldn’t think past the need to be inside her hot, wet pussy. I needed to claim her, mark her, make sure she belonged to us without question.

  I lifted her and tilted my hips, sliding her hot core down over my hard cock in one long, smooth glide.

  Sophia groaned and leaned forward, claiming my lips in a kiss that stole my heart and my breath. She claimed me with her kiss, marked my heart and soul as her own. I buried my hands in her hair and held her to me, devoured her love like a man dying of hunger as I thrust up once. Twice. Hard. Driving deeper.

  Beside me, Rolf chuckled. “Share, Gunnar. That mouth is mine.”

  The sound of a sharp slap filled the room and Sophia jerked on top of me as Erik spanked her ass. The motion made me moan and I broke the kiss.

  “Fine, hurry the fuck up. I can’t hold out for long.”

  “Move, Gunnar. Shift to the side.” Rolf was on his knees near my shoulder, his hard cock standing at attention and level with Sophia’s head. I lifted her a bit, angling her upper torso toward Rolf as Erik knelt below us, his hands on Sophia’s ass.

  “No, move this way. I need your legs over the edge,” Erik insisted.

  Sophia laughed and I smiled up into her eager gaze as I moved us both until her knees were on the edge of the bed, my much longer legs bent at the knee to hang over the side, my feet on the floor. My cock in her pussy, where it belonged.

  Erik stood behind her, kneading her ass, playing with her sensitive bottom. He took his time, making sure Sophia was ready for him there, coating her insides with the slick oil. Rolf had moved with us, kneeling once more at my shoulder. All Sophia need do to take him into her mouth was lean her shoulders to the side and wrap those luscious lips around his cock.

  Buried deep inside Sophia’s tight pussy, I felt Erik’s two fingers slide inside her body. He filled her with them, moving in and out as her pussy clenched down on my cock like a clamp and I groaned at Erik’s prolonged teasing.

  “By the gods, Erik. Fuck her. Now.”

  Wrapping my hand about her waist, I pulled Sophia toward me, locked her abdomen to mine so her ass tilted up toward Erik like an offering. With Rolf’s hand cupping her nape and my hands on her sides, she wasn’t pinned, but she would know we held her. That we had her exactly where we wanted her.

  Erik teased us all, sliding his slick fingers over her back entrance. Her muscles tightene
d and quivered as he began to circle a finger, then press inward, deeper this time.

  She gasped and Rolf bent low, claiming her mouth as she wiggled her hips a bit. I glanced quickly to Erik, who nodded and proceeded to stretch her open enough to slip three fingers inside. Her pussy stretched as he filled her, tight as a fist around my cock.

  “Oh, God.” Sophia tore her lips from Rolf’s kiss and a soft moan escaped her lips. Erik grinned with triumph, taking her response as an invitation to continue.

  “Soon, love, we’ll all be inside you,” Erik promised. His fingers moved inside her, going deeper and deeper, then pulling back, mimicking what his cock would do in short order.

  Rolf released her neck and pulled back. Their eyes met and held. While Erik was the one setting her nerves aflame deep in her virgin ass, Rolf had her sole attention. “Take my cock, Sophia. Suck it deep,” he murmured. His usual congenial tone was rough with need.

  Erik slipped his fingers from her as she aligned her mouth over Rolf’s cock. I knew the second his pre-cum touched her lips, for her head fell back and she moaned. Sinking down on me, she took Rolf deep in her mouth, moving forward until he disappeared completely and I saw the bulge of his cock at the top of her throat.

  “Yes,” Rolf could barely breathe as she fucked him with her beautiful mouth.

  I slid my hands from her waist to her breasts, sliding my fingers between our bodies to play with her hard nipples. She groaned and wiggled, pulled back her head until only the tip of Rolf’s cock was in her mouth, then taking him deep once more.

  I held still, but not for long. No Viken warrior could survive a pussy like Sophia’s without moving.

  Erik added more lube to his fingers and continued his preparation, taking his sweet time, enjoying the anal play. I could do nothing but wait, but I was enjoying the view. Enjoying seeing our mate between us, getting all our attentions. Loving it. Loving us.

  I hadn’t spoken the words, but there was no doubt. She had our hearts as much as we had hers.

 

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