Page 21 of Viken Command

The peaceful setting and Oran’s attention soothed something inside me that I hadn’t realized was agitated. New world. New mates. My body out of control. I’d been on a rollercoaster with no chance to get off.

Teig and Alarr had reported to work, at least that’s what Oran told me. Alarr would join us in a couple of hours. Teig would not appear until tomorrow morning. With my mates all accounted for, I didn’t have to worry where they were or who they were with. And right now, with Oran, I felt like I could breathe. His presence was powerful and protective. I didn’t have to worry about anything, think about anything. If my glass was empty, he signaled the staff to fill it with more of the sweet-tasting water. If I looked around for something to spread on my bread, he took my hand and asked what I wanted, then got it for me.

The attention should have felt smothering, at least that’s what my bad-ass, I-can-take-care-of-myself mind told me. But the fact of the matter was, I loved it. Loved how he tended to me, how he cared. The way he noticed everything and the way everything I did or said mattered to him.

He was intoxicating. The intensity of his attention was addictive. This was how I’d felt in bed last night with Teig and Alarr. But that had been about sex, about them mastering my body. Pleasure. This?

This was about me. What I liked. What I thought. What I wanted. Oran had placed an odd oval disk on the table when we sat down. When I asked what it was, he informed me that it would record our conversation for Alarr and Teig so that they might know me as well. Even though they had to work, they didn’t want to miss a single moment of time with me and would watch the recording later.

Oran then proceeded to ask me hundreds of questions. About home. About my life. My family. School. Earth. He wanted to know everything, and I answered honestly. I had no reason to hold back the truth. That kind of bullshit was for another life. My old life.

Within minutes I forgot the recorder was there and lost myself in the rapt attention of a god with ice-blue eyes and the focus of a patient and skilled predator. The more he focused on me the more tension began to build in my body. An ache grew inside me, and I began to squirm. My pussy throbbed. My nipples hardened. As we talked, the… issue grew until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I wanted to run… and I wanted him to catch me. I wanted him to kiss me. To touch me. To thrust into me… oh God.

He grinned, his hand holding mine, his thumb over the pulse now racing in my wrist. “The Seed Power is making demands, Whitney.”

“Yes.” Why lie? I wanted to throw him down on this table and ride him like a cowgirl from Texas. Better yet, he could throw me down and…

He stood. “Come with me. I will take care of you now.”

“I thought you have been taking care of me,” I said. He’d been taking care of me for the last two hours, at least. Counting my time with the queen, maybe three.

“I’ve been selfish, mate. Learning about you.” He pocketed the recording device and held out his hand, which I accepted. The touch made me gasp. He pulled me to his side, my arm in his as he led me back the way we had come, away from the pond and the blue birds and paradise. I felt his heat through our clothing, wanted to run my hands over him, to stop him, and climb him like a monkey.

“That’s far from selfish. But this Seed Power… it’s making me selfish.”

He lifted our entwined hands to his mouth and placed a kiss on my skin, the soft contact made me shiver and my nipples ache. I even moaned. My body was burning up, and it was getting worse by the minute. I needed sex. Hard, wild, sweaty sex.

“Learning about you satisfied my needs, not yours. Your body requires tending, mate. The Seed Power will not relinquish its hold, and I am selfish to deny you pleasure just so I can speak with you. We three will have years to learn you. But right now, talking is not what you need.”

Well. I wasn’t sure about that. I liked the talking. But he was right about one thing, my body was ready for more. A lot more, and if I didn’t get it soon, I thought I might go insane with lust.

Minutes later, he held open the door of a small hut-shaped building, and I stepped inside. The room was shadowed, slivers of natural light coming in through a few slatted windows. For the most part, the room’s lighting came from lanterns that looked as if they contained candles. The scents of exotic oils, similar to almond oil, made me wonder for a moment if we were in a spa about to get a massage or something.

Then I heard the soft cries of pleasure coming from behind a curtain. The voice was female, and she was obviously enjoying herself.

She moaned again, and I heard the soft rumble of several male voices.

A throaty cry followed. Whoever she was, she was enjoying herself.

I craved to sound like that.

“This way, mate.” Oran led me to the opposite side of the structure to a screened-off area I hadn’t seen upon entering. Rows of woven tree limbs made up the walls, like a hut on a tropical island. A curtain similar to the one behind which I’d heard another woman’s cries hung along a bar in one corner, waiting to be pulled closed.

If Oran made me cry out, everyone in the hut would hear me. And as he removed his uniform top, exposing a wide expanse of sculpted muscle and hot male, I knew that was exactly what he was going to do.

I wanted. I wanted him to make me scream so everyone at the resort knew how much he was satisfying me.

But now. Now.

He undressed slowly, and I wanted to tug and rip the clothes from him. As he removed each piece of his uniform, his demeanor changed, as if he were transforming into someone else.

He stopped, standing before me in nothing but black pants. His chest, arms, and feet were bare. When he pulled the curtain closed and turned to face me, I stopped breathing. The eyes staring at me were not cold, exactly, but they were not warm either. He was in control now, and every line of his body, the hard gleam in his gaze, demanded I surrender to his command.

Yes, please.

> “Oran,” I begged.

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