Page 18 of Viken Command

That was nice. First name basis with the queen of a planet. And she seemed really, really nice. “Thanks. It’ll be great to have friends from home.”

She reached over and placed her hand on my knee. “Exactly. And don’t feel bad. You arrived last night, correct?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

Her eyes glazed over, and a small smile tugged at her lips. “Their Seed Power is something else, isn’t it? Totally blew my mind. I had no control. None.” She leaned in, whispered, “For weeks.”

That got my attention. So, this burning, out of control, need to fuck would fade? “It goes away?”

“Not completely, no. But it does get a bit less intense once your body gets used to it. When I arrived, they had no idea that human biology would be so sensitive to their... you know.” She blushed, her fair skin turning a cute shade of pink.

“Oh, yeah. I know.” We smiled at each other in mutual understanding, and I swallowed past the relief that I wouldn’t be a crazed addict forever. Not that wanting my mates was bad, but I felt out of control at the moment. I hated being out of control. Hated that even when I wasn’t with them, all I could think about was getting Alarr and Teig to take me again. And I hadn’t even had Oran yet. Or his Seed Power. Like I needed to be more desperate for sex than I already felt.

And I hadn’t had all three of them together. Yet.

“So, Whitney, I’m guessing this was more than you expected. It’s so intense with three of them.” She must be a mind reader. She leaned back with a sigh, and her gaze wandered to her own mate. King Tor and King Lev were in another room meeting with Alarr and Teig on some kind of official guard business, which left King Drogan and Oran watching over us. “But then, you know that, don’t you?”

“Being with all three of them at once?” I shook my head. “No. Not yet. I was with Alarr and Teig last night.” My gaze moved over Oran’s short blond hair, his thick shoulders. Oran. I wondered what he tasted like.

“What?” I felt the queen’s shock, and I turned to look at her. “Where was your third mate?”

“Oran?” My attention jumped between the queen and the mate we were discussing, and I felt the insane need to defend him. “He had to go on patrol.”

“You mean, Oran went to work after you transported? They are claiming you in the new custom of three, right?”

I nodded again.

She leaned forward so the guys couldn’t hear. “But they didn’t take you together, all three of them, in a formal claiming?”

“No. I didn’t know there was a formal claiming.” I knew my confusion was all over my face, and my raised voice brought forward two of the nearest guards who were supervising us in addition to King Drogan and Oran.

Apparently, three kings for mates wasn’t enough of a protection detail. Leah also had additional security. Armed security. The weapons at their sides something I’d never seen before, their space guns much larger and more menacing than the small weapons I’d seen my mates wear. I narrowed my eyes at the nearest guard, who appeared to be drawing his weapon.

“Put that away, please.” Queen Leah waved her hand at the guard, and he stepped back, but the scowl on his face was still firmly in place, and he was now watching me almost as intensely as Oran had been

moments ago. He glanced to King Drogan, who nodded. Only then did the guy stand down.

Wow.

“Your guards are jumpy. And what’s with those guns? They look like they could take down an elephant.”

She sighed and leaned back, straightening the folds of her own multi-colored skirt around her. The gown was an interesting collage of black, dark brown and steel gray. I had only been here one day, but I already knew the three colors represented the three sectors. That she wore all three together told me there was a lot more I needed to know about the politics on this planet. Not that the color combination didn’t work. It was artfully done. But not something I would want to wear. I liked the soft pool of cream covering me like frosting.

Frosting for Oran to lick off me as soon as the queen and I were finished…

Jeez. I needed to get a grip. The queen was talking, so I focused on her. Hard.

“There have been multiple attacks on my life since my arrival on the planet. Many on Viken were not thrilled when my mates decided on peace. And when our daughter arrived?” Her frown was not sad, but fierce, like a mother bear protecting her cub. “They have tried to kill Allayna more than once. So, my mates petitioned Prime Nial to allow the guards at Viken United—that’s our capital—to carry Coalition Fleet issued weapons.”

“I’m so sorry. Is your daughter all right?” The thought of militants or rebels trying to kill a baby girl made me want to call Oran over and thank him for watching over me so closely. So, maybe they weren’t overly protective after all. Maybe this place was a bit dangerous.

The idea made my pussy clench as I imagined Oran fighting off a legion of bad guys and then lifting my dress, shoving my ass up against the wall and making me come all over his hard…

Leah waved her hand once more. “She’s fine, little sprite. I think she actually loves all the extra attention. She has every guard on the island wrapped around her little finger, not to mention her three fathers. She so much as frowns, and they’re all stumbling over one another to please her.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the image, thankful for the distraction.

“She will rule Viken one day?”

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