Page 22 of Viken Command

Yes, I begged because he was just so handsome, so virile. I needed.

“Hold still, Whitney, and do not move until you are given permission.”

I didn’t answer, and apparently, he didn’t expect me to because he stepped close and tugged at a ribbon that ran across one shoulder of my dress. His lips lingered on my skin as he stood behind me. The shoulder piece of the gown fell away to reveal one breast, and before I could gasp, his hand covered my skin, cupping my body as if he’d held me a hundred times before. With ownership. Possession.

Without a word, he moved to my opposite shoulder and repeated the process, this time kissing my neck and leaving my bare breast exposed to the air. His fingers pulled at the nipple as his kiss moved down my spine toward the center of my back. I shivered at the caress, the heat. His fingers moved over my back and shoulder as if he were exploring a master sculpture before tugging at one final ribbon that I’d admired in the mirror earlier, a large silken crisscross of shimmering material that weaved between my shoulder blades.

The dress was feminine and beautiful, and I’d adored it as I’d slid the soft material over my sensitive skin. Just the dress. There didn’t seem to be a large supply of panties on the planet. I hadn’t noticed any of the other females wearing a bra either, so I hadn’t worried about it too much.

I had no idea the gift was a trap, that the gown would be used to seduce me later. Just three ribbons, a handful of kisses, and the smooth fabric slid from my body like liquid silk to pool at my feet. I was naked, my back pressed to Oran’s bare chest as his free hand slid down my thigh, up over my ass to settle at my waist. His touch didn’t linger but repeated the path as if he couldn’t stop moving. Couldn’t resist touching me.

I shifted, trying to get him to touch me more, everywhere. Specifically, my pussy and more specifically on my clit, for if he touched me there, I’d come. But I felt that that wouldn’t be enough. I needed his cock, needed his cum. God, that Seed Power was like the most addictive drug.

I craved.

I liked the idea that he found my round ass and soft thighs irresistible. Maybe I was fooling myself since he’d worked last night instead of spending it with me, but I was going with option B. Irresistible. Totally. That was me.

“You planned that.” The soft words were an accusation and a plea in one.

He walked around me twice, three times, looking his fill. His grin was pure masculine satisfaction. “Of course.”

And here I’d been walking around in this dress, the dress he’d given me, and not realized I was three quick moves away from naked.

“That is not all I planned.”

Another shiver.

“No?” I teased him. I couldn’t help myself. This was fun, my pussy ached, and I couldn’t wait to see what he would do next.

“No.” He held out his hands, palms up. “Will you gift me with your trust, Whitney? If you do, I promise you will experience extreme pleasure.”

I was going to pass out, my heart racing so fast. “Yes.”

“If, at any time, you wish me to stop what I am doing, if you feel overwhelmed or need me to slow down, simply say the word and I will halt at once.”

“What word?” So, this was like a safe word thing. I’d heard of that. And it did make me feel better. I remembered what Teig had said, that Oran was from Sector Two and that he would tie me to a bed and pleasure me until I begged. That he’d spank me and clamp my nipples. Perhaps I needed a safe word.

“You tell me, mate. What word would you never, ever scream in passion?”

That made me grin as I tried to think of something not sexy while standing naked in front of a bare-chested, smoking hot alien with a hard-on so big it almost tented his uniform pants. Think Whitney. Think.

“Coconut.”

“What?” He looked confused, even as he moved forward, backing me toward the odd table I’d seen when we came in. Like a massage table, but taller. And fluffier. And it looked like it had movable parts.

“Coconut,” I repeated. “It’s a fruit. Well, I think it’s a fruit. Or is it a nut? Whatever. It’s on Earth. I hate it. Hate the smell. Hate the texture. The taste. My father and brother loved all things coconut, from frosting to piña coladas. Yuck.” I didn’t care for it. Candy. Cooking oil. Lotion and shampoo. Just drown me in vomit already if I had to smear that shit on my skin.

Since he’d never heard of it, it was another thing I was content to leave light-years away on Earth.

“Coconut then.” He still held out his hands as the back of my ass hit the table, and I came to an abrupt halt. “I am going to pleasure you now, Whitney. I am from Sector Two, and taking control of my mate’s pleasure is one of our greatest skills.”

Oh shit. Teig hadn’t been joking. “Okay.”

He tilted his head. “Yes?”

I took a deep breath and placed my hands in his. I really wished Alarr was here. Why that thought popped into my mind, I had no idea, but something about that man—alien—just made me feel like everything was safe. Oran wouldn’t hurt me, I knew, but I was off-balance. He was going to push me. But Alarr wasn’t here, just Oran. And his massive bare chest. His dark pants and bulging cock. An intense ice-like control staring at me through his eyes. “Yes.”

Coconut. Coconut. Coconut. I chanted the word in my mind so I wouldn’t forget as he wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me to sit on the edge of the table as if I weighed no more than a feather. Which was a joke. I had a nice big ass and nice big breasts, and I made no apologies for either.

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