Page 15 of Viken Command

Whitney’s cries went silent as Teig held himself still, buried deep, searching for the will and strength to pull his cock from the heaven of her body. I knew that battle, and the temptation to stay buried deep was strong.

He lifted his head, and our gazes met. “She’s unconscious, Alarr. Did we go too far?” The concern in his voice was real, and I carefully studied our mate.

She looked relaxed. Serene. Her breathing was steady, her soft skin glowing. The grin on her face made the ache in my chest ease. She was content. Sated. “She looks well-pleased. We will watch over her. Let her sleep.”

Teig grunted and pulled his cock free to strip off his clothes and lie down on the bed behind her. “Gods, Alarr. Her taste is addictive. I want her again.” He ran his hand over her large breast, the curve of her waist, her round ass. She was soft and lush. Feminine. Perfect.

“As do I, but she is human. You know what the matching protocol says. Our Seed Power will have a strong effect on her body. We must tend to her, take her often, but not give her too much at once.”

“Not even if she begs?” Teig chuckled, settling down and pulling her back to his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist, staking his claim on our female.

His grin was contagious, and I realized he was as pleased with her as I. “We protect her, Teig. Even from herself.”

“Gods be damned, Alarr, you are always spoiling my fun,” Teig complained, but I knew his words were in jest. He would never endanger our mate, nor would Oran.

I joined them, moving close to our mate and pulling the soft sheet u

p to cover all three of us. She sighed and reached for me, settling one leg on mine and wrapping her arm around my waist.

“She knows us already, even in sleep.” Teig sounded as if the fact were a miracle. Perhaps it was. Her actions made my heart ache in a way I’d never felt before as I laced my fingers with hers and placed her hand over the aching organ.

“She is beautiful. Perfect. We must get her out of here as quickly as possible. We can’t protect her here.”

“Agreed.” And for once, Teig had no sarcastic comment to add.

I listened to her steady breathing as Teig, too, surrendered to sleep. Oran was out there now, searching for more information on the weapons we’d discovered a few short hours ago. We’d documented the find and uploaded the vid feed to I.C. command. Helion should be pleased we were making progress. But even though we knew where the weapons were being stored, we had no idea who had placed them there.

We had the weapons but no suspect. Not yet. Which meant one of us had to be on surveillance every moment of every day until someone came to move them.

As for Whitney, she’d rest and recover, and we’d watch over her. But we couldn’t take her as a trio, as her three mates at once, until the weapons smugglers were identified. Until we were done with the mission and back on Battleship Zeus.

The thought made me more determined than ever to get this mission over and done. I’d lie, cheat, steal, and bribe my way to the truth. Anything. I’d do anything to protect my mate. Anything at all.

When it came to Whitney, I had no honor, no race, no outside loyalty. Not anymore. Nothing mattered but protecting her.

5

Whitney

I woke with strong arms wrapped around my waist and Teig’s firm heat along my back. Under my cheek, Alarr’s heart beat a slow, steady rhythm that was more soothing than any spa music back home. The sound made my limbs languid, and every sore and aching place in my body feel more alive than ever in the past.

Skin on skin, we were all naked, the warmth from my mates, making the soft sheet covering me more for psychological comfort than necessity. I doubted a warm, sleepy kitten felt this good, and I smiled to myself as I took my time to stir, absorbing the moment. These were my mates now. This was how I would wake every morning for the rest of my life.

This was my life.

Opening my eyes, I blinked and discovered Oran sitting in a chair across the room, fully clothed, watching us with a possessive gleam in his eyes I was already coming to recognize. I’d seen it as Alarr and Teig looked at me. I’d only met Oran briefly, but his desire for me was obvious.

“Good morning, Whitney.”

His voice, that rumble… how could I want that voice whispering dirty things to me, too? How had I become so greedy to want—perhaps need—three mates? I’d been content to leave Earth for just one, but now… nothing less than Alarr, Teig, and Oran combined would do.

“Good morning.” Moving to lift my head, I smiled at Alarr’s grumble of protest and the tightening of Teig’s arm around my waist. Oran rose, apparently not amused. Jealousy at their possessiveness? While we’d been fucking and sleeping without him, Oran been doing his job. And now, they didn’t want to give me up.

“The queen is here to meet our female, and you two have been summoned by the three kings,” Oran snapped. His patience was obviously over. “Get moving.”

What?

“The queen? What queen?” I asked, trying to extract myself from Alarr and Teig. They grumbled but moved off the bed. I didn’t know which way to look, to the right and Alarr’s taut—naked—ass or to the left and Teig’s. They were just as glorious from the back as they were from the front.

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