Page 17 of Viken Command

Oran’s attention was back on me, his gaze more intense than lasers. “Don’t worry, mate. I took note of your curves and brought you something appropriate to wear.” He walked to the table and lifted a beautifully decorated dress, soft, gauzy fabric covered in lace and decorated with several of the sweetly scented flowers we’d passed yesterday.

“You brought me something?” I sat, pulling the sheet up higher to cover my bare breasts. Oran was intense, and even though I’d had my mind blown by my other two mates last night, Oran had not touched me beyond the briefest of contact. Not yet. Being naked in front of him felt... like foreplay.

“We will always see to your needs, Whitney.” He brought the dress over, laid it on the bed, then turned to kiss me on the lips, his touch so gentle it was barely there, then gone, like a whisper of heat in a cold breeze. “Now, instead of letting me tug that sheet down and taste every inch of you, get ready, and I will take you to meet the queen.”

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Queen Leah was not what I was expecting. While she had red hair like Alarr, she was not what I imagined from a royal. All I could envision was Queen Elizabeth with her white helmet of hair and her handbag. Leah was not ninety years old. Not even forty. Hell, she looked so good I had to wonder if she was even thirty. Maybe it was all the Seed Power? Whatever, she looked damned good.

And I wasn’t nervous or wowed by her. I didn’t feel like I needed to curtsey. Was it because she was from Earth? Maybe because even after just one day of relying on the NPU to translate everything for me, hearing her speak in my language—our language—was comforting? Maybe it was just because she was a woman, from home, and I was in freaking outer space?

Whatever the reason, I liked her instantly.

And, like me, she had three mates which definitely made us BFFs. Except her guys were twins—no—triplets. Identical triplets.

Good lord. It was like a romance novel or a porno, where a well-endowed chick got three identical hotties to do all kinds of naughty stuff with her, spurting their cum all over her body and then she’d fake scream how it got her off. But in real life on Viken, she probably did get off. That Seed Power stuff was crazy.

“How do you tell them apart?” I giggled. I couldn’t help it because I’d just thought of the queen’s mates in a porno. That wasn’t something I was going to share.

I had three mates, one of whom was staring at me with his intense blue eyes from across the room, where the queen had banished both Oran and the king who’d stayed to watch over her. Drogan, she’d said.

These alien males took protecting their women to a whole new level.

But then, maybe I simply didn’t understand the dangers out here in space, on this new world. Or maybe, it was an alien thing. Instinctive.

Whatever the reason, I liked the way Oran watched me. His gaze followed my every move, noticed everything I did—just like when I’d first transported, and he’d seen me shiver, ordering someone to bring me a cloak. I pulled that same black cloak around me now, the thin, cream-colored gown I wore beneath wafting around my ankles as fresh air from the windows blew into the room. Viken wasn’t cold, but the clothing wasn’t all that warm. The two dresses I’d donned were something I’d wear on Earth in July when the temperatures were scorching. The air here was slightly humid, a soft breeze consistently blowing, like the trade winds in Hawaii. I would acclimate because I loved the dress Oran had brought me, wanted to wear it.

It fit well, my full breasts lifted and on display. The waist was fitted, almost like a corset, but the bottom was made up of layers and layers of the softest material I’d ever felt. Softer than silk. The cream color made my dark skin look luminescent. I felt beautiful. Truly beautiful.

I wasn’t sure yet whether the lack of undergarments was a cultural norm, or if Oran just liked knowing I was bare beneath the gown. He’d brought me soaps and oil for my hair, waited patiently as I showered and readied myself in the bathroom. The bathing room, they called it.

He’d been with me for just a few moments, but he noticed everything.

Alarr made me feel safe. Secure. He felt like home. Not home as in New York City, but a place I’d always longed for. Teig made me feel playful, like I needed to let go and have some fun.

But Oran and his ice-blue eyes? He made me feel like a siren. A dirty-minded, needy, sexual goddess who wasn’t wearing any panties. And he’d only kissed me.

Queen Leah was talking, telling me about her daughter, and how she’d met the three kings. How each of them was from a different sector, just like my three mates, and that their mating had united the planet.

Wow, that was a lot of pressure, their mating being the thing that brought peace to an entire world.

She had to think of every Viken. All I could think about was what Oran would do to me later when this meeting was over.

He watched me now like he needed to study every move I made. It was intense, and his attention made me hot. God, Oran was hot.

“Whitney?”

“Hmmm?” Oran’s head was turned as he spoke to King Drogan, and I studied his lips. Oran’s, not Drogan’s. They were firm. How would they feel on my—

“Earth to Whitney.” Queen Leah laughed out loud as she waved her hand back and forth in front of my face, and I finally dragged my attention from Oran to focus on her.

“God, I’m so sorry, Queen Leah. I’m a mess right now.”

Leah’s smile was full of feminine understanding. “A mess? In lust, more like it.”

I felt my cheeks heat, but I didn’t tell her she was wrong. Lying to the queen probably wasn’t good.

“You can call me Leah. There are only a few Earth girls here, and we all stick together.”

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