Page 36 of Mated To The Vikens

With my hand around Sophia’s waist, I led her into the main ballroom. Dozens of unmated men and women mingled, looking for partners, for sex, for pain. Any appetite was welcome here.

The low light level in the main room ensured the level-one rooms were on prominent display. On the other side of the glass, brightly lit participants carried out every sex act I could think of.

I could only imagine Sophia’s thoughts when the first sex scenes she witnessed were public fucking, exhibitionism and anal play.

She leaned into me, her small hand searching for mine and I gently entwined my fingers with hers. Squeezed. I had warned her, had, in fact, described the club , and its three levels in great detail.

The second floor catered toward the likes of those from Sector Three. It was one large room, bacchanal style, for anyone to touch or suck or lick, kiss or fuck any other. It was decadent and occupied with those who wanted to focus on oral pleasure, with anyone and everyone within reach. Sector Three was known for their love of oral sex, their tongues quite skilled, and anyone seeking that kind of pleasure knew to seek someone from that region of Viken, and on the second floor.

The third floor was where I felt most comfortable. It was the darker floor, with soft lighting, dark red leather everywhere. It had restraints and toys, whatever anyone needed to dish out pain along with their pleasure. Level three was about control. But that was for later.

We circled the lower two levels for over an hour, my mate walking discreetly behind me, never more than a single step from my side. I’d forgotten the intensity of the carnal temptations offered by this place. Everywhere I looked, men and women played and screamed, fucked and bled. I was not into true pain, I was not a Sadist, but I did not judge their need. Nor the needs of the submissives quivering with desire as their asses were struck by the crop or cane.

But I could not deny the seductive nature of the club’s atmosphere, my cock hard and ready the entire length of our tour. The place was created for fucking and the air exuded an essence of need. Harnessed power. Desire. I felt it and I knew Sophia had too. But we both had to wait.

I knew she focused on listening to the voices of those around us, particularly the Masters marked with the Trinity Serpent, as I was. I took her to every dark corner, every lounge and bar. And she listened, she followed behind me like a shadow. Once or twice, when we passed a woman being fucked or spanked, usually both, her gentle hands would settle at the small of my back. Even through the black leather I wore, I could feel her trembling. But with desire or fear, I could not say.

Not yet. When I knew we were safe, knew the bastard who’d tried to kill her was not here, only then would I look into her eyes and see the truth. If her gaze held fear, I would take her from this place and whisk her away to the safety of our private quarters in the city where Erik, Rolf and I would see to her needs. Strangely, this place held no pull for me when judged against my mate’s desires. She came first. There had been a time when this club had been a second home to me, a place I belonged. A place where I would not be judged but accepted for who and what I was.

A demanding Dominant that sought control. I needed it almost on a cellular level. A warrior’s life was not guaranteed to be long. Fighting the Hive, many Vikens didn’t return. Somehow, Erik, Rolf and I had all survived, outlived the horrors that engaging and defending our home planet from the insidious Hive wrought. It never ended. Even with us no longer on the front lines, the war continued.

With our service complete, we’d taken roles as the Kings’ guards. While it was less deadly than the front lines, there was still the threat. The VSS. Who needed the Hive when the VSS would destroy our own planet? Life was always tense, constant danger, imminent death. And so the club was an outlet to purge the darkness.

For me, I could wield a crop, a flogger, my hand, or even my cock to give a submissive what they needed. I took control from a lover to ease her burden, to provide a safe haven for her pain or pleasure, her rage or despair. I needed to break my lovers’ boundaries, free them from the cage of their own minds.

It was a fine dance, the balance between me and the female I dominated. But that was all it had been, a dance. One carnal song, and then it was over. Without a backward glance, I moved on. I’d soothed the part of me that needed taming, needed control, at least for a prescribed amount of time. When finished, I’d be sated, mentally and physically. Nothing more.

Now, with the little hand warming my lower back, there was more. Too much more. I couldn’t dominate and fuck Sophia and walk away. I knew what she wanted, what she needed, how

to push her to take even more, but I would never allow her to walk away. She was mine.

She would give over all her secrets, yet so would I. And that was the difference. The club was filled with bodies, with people desperate for connection or release, and yet it was so empty of soul, of intimacy. Of love. There was nothing here, no connection deeper than a quick fuck.

The air we breathed was tainted with shallowness. Just having Sophia see this, to know how empty I used to be, had me wanting to whisk her from the building, scrub her clean of the tawdry filth and sink into her. She was good. She was everything I’d never known I was missing.

I didn’t need the casual acceptance the club offered. I had found the bonds of brotherhood with Erik and Rolf, and now, with the desire and trust I’d witnessed in Sophia’s dark eyes. I just had to hope she didn’t think less of me, see me with jaded eyes.

When this hunt was done, I’d look there, in her eyes, and see if they held lust. Desire. Longing. Could she see past the veneer of the club to understand what I’d needed from it? Would she want the same? I had to hope the mating, the match, would ensure it. I didn’t wish to bring her here. It was duty that forced us to walk the club floors, not desire. But if she looked up at me with longing and need, if this place pulled a deep-seated fantasy from her that had to be fulfilled, I would not have the strength to deny her. Not here, with naked bodies writhing all around us.

If she needed, I would provide.

Because of this, the hope that she would need my hand, my mouth, my cock, eagerness filled my steps as we made our way to the final room, the last place we had to search. I’d chosen to save it as last for a reason.

If our prey were not here, it was the room where I would take our mate, bend her over a bench and mark her as mine for all the world to see. I wanted to show her off, to tell the planet, “She’s mine.”

Erik and Rolf had their fun with her, fucking her while I worked to solve this mystery. They’d given her pleasure and taken her body while I hunted. I would never deny them their pleasure in our mate, nor could I deny myself. And I found myself to be greedy indeed.

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.

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