Page 20 of Viken Command

But the dream I’d had in the testing matched what the queen said.

Something wasn’t right. I’d fix that today, starting with Oran.

As if on cue, King Drogan and Oran came over. We spent a few minutes exchanging pleasantries before the king looked at his queen with a growl. The kind Teig made when he’d pushed my thighs apart and licked my pussy for the first time.

“Enough, mate,” King Drogan said. “It is time to take you to a few of the huts

and make use of this brief reprieve. Tor and Lev await our arrival. They have plans.”

If I’d thought the queen had blushed before, she looked, well, overheated now. And eager. She smiled at me in apology. “We are friends now, Whitney. You are welcome to come to Viken United anytime. Okay?”

“Thank you.” It felt good to have a friend, and I could tell by her tone that she meant it.

The king looked at me. “You will be welcomed with open arms, Whitney. Should you have need, we will answer. I will alert the palace guards and put protocols in place for your protection. One comm call, and you will have immediate assistance and direct transport approval.”

“We can protect our mate, King Drogan,” Oran said, his voice icy. He’d been insulted.

King Drogan looked at Oran, dipped his head in respect. “Of course. Do you then refuse my assistance should there be a need?”

The king had trapped my mate. I found it amusing, for denying the king meant denying my safety. “No, my king. I meant no disrespect.”

The king, obviously annoyed, turned his gaze to me. “You are Leah’s friend. Your presence on Viken has made her very happy. If she is happy, we are happy.”

I assumed he meant all three of her mates.

“You are welcome at the palace at any time, Whitney,” Leah added. “You don’t need to call first.”

“Thank you,” I murmured.

King Drogan nodded and turned to my new friend, who winked at me when the king growled again. “Now, female, or I’ll allow Lev to bind you in place until you beg us to stop making you come.”

Oh, the look on her face. There wasn’t an ounce of guilt or repentance there. “With leather, my king? Or silk?”

Laughing now, he scooped her into his arms and carried her from the room, the guards, and their huge and scary ion cannons going with them. They didn’t even blink at the blatant display of affection.

“And now, mate, it is my turn to pleasure you.”

Oran whispered the words against my ear, and my nipples pebbled beneath my gown. I knew exactly how Leah felt, as I’d been agonizingly aware of Oran’s presence at my side for the last few minutes. But the doubts lingered as I watched King Drogan carry my new friend away, the sound of a swat to the ass accompanied by a gasp from Leah.

The king would not be pleasuring his queen alone. The other two kings were waiting for them, and she’d have a red handprint on her bottom when they stripped her bare.

Kings.

If they could take time off from ruling an entire planet to accompany their mate to another continent and meet a new human bride the day after her arrival, and stay at the resort for a vacation—meaning lots of three on one sex—surely my mates could manage to get one night off together. Right?

Oran waited, and the look in his eyes was not disinterested.

Perhaps simple guards needed to ask for time off in advance. Maybe that was all there was to this, and I had no reason to doubt. Maybe kings had certain privileges the rest of the fighters on this world didn’t get. I swallowed my doubts and took Oran’s hand as he led me to my next adventure.

I would have all three of them together. I just had to be patient and trust my new mates. They would take care of me. They wanted me. Their cocks didn’t lie. But their words, their actions, they had no reason to lie. Right?

6

Whitney

Oran escorted me down a series of twisting paths lined with flowerbeds, their sweet scent much stronger now than they had been last night. We took breakfast beneath a canopy of sheer peach and soft yellow streams of fabric lifting and falling in the quiet breeze like dancing butterflies. The structure overlooked a small pond where blue swan-looking birds floated like mystical creatures from another world.

It was romantic. And magical. I felt like a princess with a gallant knight courting me in a fairy tale. The experience was surreal, and as far from last night’s hardcore, erotic fucking as I could possibly get.

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