Page 11 of Viken Command

“As they watch him fuck your ass.”

She sucked in her breath as Alarr crossed his arms over his chest. Nodding.

“Oran is from Sector Two. He will tie you to that bed and pleasure you until you beg. He will demand complete submission. He will control your body, deny you pleasure until you beg. He will read your response to him like a master and drive you to the edge of control and beyond. Should you disobey, he will spank you until your ass is reddened with his handprint, and your nipples are sensitive from being clamped.”

“Oh,” she whispered.

I dropped to my knees before her, took hold of the hem of her dress and slid it upwards, my palms caressing her legs from ankle to knee, then thigh to hip. I looked up at her, held her gaze, then dropped mine to her pussy.

Pre-cum spurted from my cock as I took in the little thatch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs, like an arrow that pointed to her core. A center that was bare, slick, and glistening with her arousal.

I inhaled, breathing in her scent, all spicy and sweet. My mouth watered to get a taste of her. To make her come from my tongue alone.

I could feel a slight tremor in her body, the heat of her against my palms. “I am from Sector Three.” Leaning forward, I nuzzled my nose at her very center, lifted my chin, and licked up her slit in one long slide of my tongue.

She gasped, her hands lifting to tangle in my hair.

“A mate from my sector loves pussy. To smell it. Lick it. Finger it. Fuck it. But most of all, to eat it. Widen your stance, mate, and give me the taste I crave.”

I grinned when I saw her eyes glaze over, felt her hands tug in an attempt to pull my head back into the apex of her thighs.

I was correct, her flavor burst on my tongue. Wild, hot. Sweet.

“What… what sector are we in?” she asked.

“Ah, mate, it doesn’t matter,” Alarr explained, nuzzling her neck. “This is Trixon, a pleasure resort. A place where new mates can discover every carnal secret and desire. Nothing is unbidden. A female’s pleasure rules here. Whatever her need, it will be met.”

“It can all be achieved here. In this bed, in the outdoor areas throughout the resort, in a pleasure hut.”

I was done talking. I’d rather show her than explain. My hands slid around her thighs to cup her ass and hold her close.

Licking along her slit again, I felt the little pearl of her clit against my tongue. Circled it.

Her knees buckled, and I held her up. Lifting her, I pivoted and lowered her to the bed, pushing her thighs apart so I could lay on my stomach between them. I dove back in, learning every inch of her pussy. I sucked one labia into my mouth, tugged, then the other, parting her. I lifted my head enough to get a look at her. Dark folds with a pink center. My palms were slick with the arousal that coated her thighs. My chin was covered. She was so wet, ridiculously aroused. “Imagine, Alarr, if she’s like this now, what she will be like when she has the Seed Power upon her?”

I glanced over my shoulder, watching as Alarr finished stripping bare. His cock was erect, pointed straight at our mate. He gripped the base, stroking from root to tip, pre-cum seeping from the slit and over his fingers.

Whitney came up on her elbows, watching Alarr, transfixed. She looked sexily rumpled. One strap of her dress hung down her arm, the swell of her breast exposed, even a hint of her dark nipple peeking out. Those luscious peaks rose and fell with her ragged breathing. The long skirt was bunched up around her waist.

He stepped close, put a knee on the bed. “Let’s find out.”

“Not yet,” I told him. “She’ll come from my attentions alone.”

“What?” she asked.

“You’ll come for Teig, won’t you?” Alarr murmured.

“If he does that thing with his tongue again, definitely.”

A slow grin spread across my face. “That’s just a start,” I vowed, then went to work.

“Oh my God,” she cried, her back arching as I stiffened my tongue, fucked her with it. Her inner walls fluttered around it, and my cock ached to feel that tight grip.

I wanted to spend hours here, worshipping her pussy, but if Alarr felt half as desperate as I, then I couldn’t let him suffer. I moved my attention to her clit as I slipped a finger inside her. Fuck, the tight, wet heat of her!

I knew the second I found that hard little spot that would set her off, for she practically flew off the bed. Alarr settled her, stroking her as he pushed her dress down, so she was bare except for the gauzy fabric bunched about her waist.

I watched as he leaned down, took a taut peak into his mouth, suckled.

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