Page 13 of Viken Command

Teig dropped to his side, propped himself up on his elbow as Alarr settled over me. Kissing me.

This wasn’t a first date at the door warm-up kind of kiss. This was possession. While Teig’s mouth had been on my pussy and Alarr’s was on my lips, I could tell the difference between them. Teig was almost leisurely in his actions as if he had all day. Alarr took what he wanted because he’d been waiting. As if I was the sustenance he’d needed, and he was taking as much as he could.

His body was hot, his skin soft, but the hard muscle beneath was an indication of his strength and power. And his cock… thick and long pressing into my thigh. I’d seen it and wondered how it would fit.

I wrapped my arms around him, stroked his hair, his neck, felt the play of muscles in his back,

the taut globes of his ass.

“Please,” I whispered against his lips.

He pushed up, settled a hand on my hip, and rolled me over onto my stomach, kissing along my shoulder, then brushing my hair out of the way to continue along my spine.

His hand cupped my bottom, stroked it.

“You’re gorgeous, mate.”

I didn’t think so. My ass was definitely big. And cellulite? That stuff had moved in years ago, and no matter how I exercised, it wasn’t being evicted.

I must have made a funny sound, which he took for denial.

“If Oran were here, this ass would be heated by his palm.”

I turned my head to look up at Alarr. “He’d spank me?”

Alarr’s hand patted my bottom, then pulled one side away, opening me up. “And put a plug in here. For punishment.”

I gasped when the tip of his finger touched that untried opening.

“But I would do it for pleasure,” he added.

I stiffened, my butt tensing. “For pleasure?”

“Mine at seeing you stretched open, yours because it will feel so good.”

I wasn’t sure about that, but the idea made my still short-circuiting pussy perk up with interest. Or rather, clamp down. Feel empty. Aching. Lonely.

I moaned, and Alarr didn’t say more, just wrapped his arm about my waist, lifted me up onto my knees. “Ah, my favorite position. Teig, get that dress off of her. I want our mate bare as I fuck her.”

“My pleasure,” Teig said, shifting so he could pull a knife from a sheath at his waist. “Don’t move, mate.” With a deft motion, he sliced the dress at my waist, rending the fabric so it fell to the bed. He pulled the fabric away, dropping it to the floor.

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Alarr

I stared, transfixed by this female who was mine. Ass up, head down, Whitney rested on her forearms, her breasts lush and heavy with her taut nipples brushing the bed.

And her pussy… all pink and wet, swollen from Teig’s mouth. Her entrance winked at me… both of them.

I would claim that ass, would sink every inch of my cock nice and deep. Not now, but soon. She’d have to be prepared, so lost in how we made her feel that it would be easy the first time.

I cupped her core with my palm, felt the heat of her, then slid two fingers inside. They gained entrance easily. She was wet. Swollen. Hot to the touch. Her gorgeous dark skin a stark contrast to my pale hand. I watched my touch slide over her ass, in and out of her pussy, like a male hypnotized. Never had I imagined a female so perfect. So round and soft and responsive.

She was mine. My perfect match. And as grateful as I was to Teig and Oran for protecting her, caring for her, claiming her, she was mine. I would be hers, her rock, her protector, her world. I would be the bedrock of our family. I would fuck her first, claim her greedy pussy, her pleasure.

“You’re mine, Whitney. Mine.”

Pushing her pussy wide, I worked my cock into her wet heat an inch at a time. In and out, I moved slowly as I watched her stretch open for me, watched my cock disappear.

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