Page 10 of Viken Command

And wasn’t I on my honeymoon? Kind of? I was married now, matched. Mated to three Viken males from another world.

I leaned into Alarr’s arms and relaxed. Warden Egara never mentioned the possibility of a match being an asshole. It wouldn’t be a match then, would it, since I didn’t want an asshole. What woman would? I had to trust in the match, in the testing and that Alarr was honorable where my father was not. That he was trustworthy, that he would keep me safe while I learned about my new planet.

This was my home now, right? He was my home. Oran and Teig, too. And from everything I’d heard, these alien warriors never lied, never cheated. They were as honorable and noble as it was possible to be. Warden Egara wouldn’t have steered me wrong.

I could trust my new mates. I smiled to myself, relaxing. Finally, I could trust someone. Fall in love. Give them everything. I’d already given up my world, my planet. Everything I knew. For Alarr and Teig and Oran. My mates.

Breathing in Alarr’s masculine scent, I smiled, the first genuine, huge, from-the-depths-of-my-heart smile I’d had on my face in years. I was free.

When he carried me over the threshold into a small bungalow suite decorated with more sheer, golden fabrics, glowing rocks, and a bed covered in ivory and big enough for four people, I sighed.

Oh, yes. This was me now. The new me. No more Earth bullshit. No Wall Street, con men or politics. I didn’t fucking care who got elected president or what corporation went bankrupt. No more being judged by my cousins because I went to private school or grew up in a penthouse in Manhattan. No more Walter Mason’s daughter. No more paparazzi. No more lies. No more history. It was all gone now. All of it.

And it was perfect.

4

Captain Teig, Trixon Pleasure Resort, Personal Quarters, Planet Viken

Whitney.

Whitney.

The female before us was perfect. Exotic. Entrancing. I didn’t envy Oran, having to meet her and then leave. It was downright cruel. If his cock throbbed anything like mine, he was going to be miserable to work with. I pitied anyone who breached security protocols, for he would not go easy on them.

But I didn’t think of Oran for long, not with our mate before us. Oran could have her. Later.

Alarr set her on her feet, and I looked her over. Again. I wondered if I’d ever get enough of just staring at her. Taking in her height, taller than many Viken females. She was not lithe, with distinct curves and toned muscles. While Alarr had carried her with ease, she would not be mistaken for a child. Not with those plump breasts and round ass. My mouth watered at the sight of hard nipples poking against the soft fabric of her traditional Viken dress, and I wondered what she would taste like when I fucked her with my tongue.

Her dark skin glowed in the soft room lighting as if warmed from within. Where Alarr was fair, I was dark, but Whitney was beautifully darker still. The four of us were all so different in appearance; Alarr with his long red hair, Oran with his short blond spikes, I with my black hair and midnight eyes, and Whitney… perfection in the gown, the deep woodsy color of Sector One matching her skin so well, the black cloak on her shoulders, making her a temptress.

She was beautiful. Unique. Mine. No, ours. That was what she was. She’d barely arrived on the planet, and I knew it as truth. I’d barely touched her, Alarr at her back as I’d taken her lips. I’d never had such sweet bliss on my tongue. But now we had her—in private as she’d desired—to explore. To please.

I wanted to drive my tongue into her pussy and suck her clit into my mouth. I clenched my teeth, need driving me as I allowed Alarr to set the pace. I was not feeling reasonable at the moment. Our mate was exotic. Beautiful. I wanted to taste her skin. Her kiss. Her pussy. I wanted to lick and suck every inch of her, then fuck her mouth with my hard cock. I wanted to stroke her soft throat as she swallowed me down.

“Teig.” Alarr’s stern tone snapped me out of my daze, and I moved to remove the cloak from Whitney’s shoulders as I should have done the moment we were inside.

“We are alone, mate,” Alarr said. “Shall we continue? Do you wish to learn pleasure at the hands of your two mates just as we desire to learn of you? Or are you tired? Do you seek rest?”

He moved toward the bed and began to turn the covers down, but she grabbed his arm, stopped him.

“Don’t you dare. You can’t think I could sleep now, all… achy and needy.”

Holy ion pistols, she was bold as could be. My cock punched against my uniform pants.

Alarr grinned. “Your pussy aches?”

She bit her plump lip, nodded, suddenly looking shy. At the same time, she rubbed her thighs together, no doubt she was getting wetter by the second.

“What do you know about the sectors of Viken?” I asked.

She looked to me. Frowned. “You want to have a lesson about Viken? Now?”

Oran would have liked to hear the sass in her voice, then bend her over the bed and spank it out of her.

“Alarr is from Sector One. Alarr will want to show you off to everyone else at Trixon. He will proudly make you scream your pleasure as they watch,” I told her.

She glanced at Alarr, eyes widening. I leaned in.

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