Page 14 of Viken Command

She clawed at the bedding, her soft whimper of pleasure driving me out of my mind. I was on the edge at once. I was beyond ready to come inside her, my balls aching to be emptied, my cock so hard it hurt. The only relief I’d find would be spilling deep inside her wet heat, filling her with my seed, listening to her scream.

Only when I was balls deep, my thighs pressed into the back of hers, did I still. Fuck, she felt so good. Her inner walls clenching and squeezing to get used to me. Her fingers gripped and released the bedding as she rocked against me, fucking me. Taking me like she’d die if I didn’t move. Her need made my body tense, the instinct to respond, to give her what she demanded, riding me hard. I grit my teeth with a growl, holding back.

“Good, mate?” It was so good I could come just like this.

My pre-cum dripped from me, coated her insides, and I waited for it to take effect.

Her body arched off the bed, and she rubbed her nipples back and forth across the bedding. Teig reached beneath her and cupped one breast in his hand. Playing her body as I fucked her slowly, rubbing my pre-cum all over the inner walls of her core. Her mouth fell open, her head dropped, and she moaned. Teig wasted no time and pulled her lips to his, claiming her mouth.

A hot wave of her heated arousal coated my cock, my thighs. And that was just her reaction to a small amount of pre-cum.

I began to move, gripping her hips to shift her as I wanted, I circled where we were joined with my thumb, coating her tight tissue in her juices. I brought that to her ass, to the hole I would claim as mine. I’d fill her with my cock later, breach that sweet ass during the formal claiming. Once this mission was over, I would have her know the pleasure found in anal play.

Her body was pliant enough that it barely resisted my intrusion for a moment before I slipped my thumb inside.

“Alarr!” she cried. Oh, yes, I could imagine the sound of my name on her lips as I worked my thick cock inside her tight ass…

Teig grinned and lifted her shoulders onto his chest so he could kiss her and play with her body at the same time. I watched their tongues duel, knew when Teig pleased her for her pussy would spasm around my cock, clamping down on me like a fist.

I was going to come. Caution be damned. Alternating in and out motions of my cock and thumb, I took her body hard, the way I needed to. Teig reached beneath her, and I knew the second he found her clit, for her inner walls moved in waves, her moans swallowed by Teig’s mouth.

She came, beautifully lost in her pleasure as I felt it. I followed, filling her with my seed, marking her as mine.

She didn’t stop coming for long minutes, her pleasure didn’t waver with the Seed Power soaking into her system. Her orgasm seemed never-ending. I pulled out, tipped her onto her side as she writhed and moaned, Teig holding her, keeping her grounded, stroking her back and ass, whispering how beautiful she was.

Thank the gods I was not alone to care for her. I could barely think, barely see for the strength of the orgasm I’d just had. My balls were empty, for now. It was all in Whitney, slipping from her, coating her, seeping into her with the newfound connection shared between mates.

Seed Power.

I dropped to the bed, and Teig had to push me out of the way so he could settle her on her back and get between her thighs. With his hands on either side of her head, he watched her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her breath ragged, as if she’d run a mile.

“Do you want more, mate?” Teig whispered. He wouldn’t fuck her unless she wanted it. The Seed Power and several orgasms may be too much for her. Two cocks might be too much for her, at least this first time. Soon, she’d be satisfying the three of us at once.

But we’d take it slow. Earth humans were not designed for the bonding chemicals in our bodies, and we didn’t want to break her.

“It doesn’t stop,” she said. “Will it ever stop?”

“Not with three mates,” Teig told her.

Her laughter filled our hut, and I didn’t know her well enough to determine if the laughter was pleased or mortified.

The sound turned to a moan as I stroked her shoulders, Teig gently running his hands up and down her stomach, her thighs. We were offering comfort, nothing more, not unless she…

“More, please. I need more!” She gripped Teig’s uniform and yanked him down.

He laughed, kissing her.

He didn’t strip, didn’t waste time when our mate was so needy. He opened his pants, nudged her knees wide, and fucked her.

“Yes!” she cried, her thighs going to his hips, holding him deep.

“Oh, fuck, you’re perfect,” Teig said. He began to fuck her then, her cries of satisfaction spurring him on, making my cock hard again.

I was pleased, not just with how incredible she was, how perfect the match, but that my life—our lives—were now irrevocably changed. This was our new norm. A mate to keep satisfied. To protect and cherish. To fuck until we were all mindless and sated. I had a home now. A real family. A mate to build our lives around. I had a reason to keep fighting, something real and precious to live for.

Whitney.

But as I watched Teig claim her, make her come again and then fill her with his seed, I realized the moment wasn’t perfect. Oran wasn’t here. He was off working the mission.

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