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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.”

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