Page 23 of Viken Command

“You’re mine, now, mate.” He reached beneath the table and pulled a blindfold from somewhere. Held it up so it dangled between us. “May I?”

Queen Leah’s story of being taken by her three mates while blindfolded popped into my head, and I nodded in agreement before he’d finished asking the question. Hell, yeah.

The world disappeared until all I felt was the soft table beneath me, the movement of his fingers as he tied the cloth at the back of my head.

The table’s surface felt like smooth linen over goose down beneath my ass. Oran’s masculine scent filled my head with lust, and I knew the Seed Power was rising up inside me like a hungry shark, starved for more.

He finished securing the blindfold and gently lowered me onto the table so that I lay on my back, his palms slid up my arms to my wrists, lifting them up over my head. I gasped as something warm and very solid wrapped around my wrists, securing me in place. I was bound like some kind of pagan offering to the gods.

Except the only god here was him.

From the far side of the hut, I heard the other female sob, actually sob, begging for release. The sound moved over my skin like an electric current, and I knew my nipples pebbled into hard, dark peaks even as my pussy clenched. Next to me, Oran whispered in my ear.

“Do you like what you hear, mate?”

“What is this place?” I asked, squirming.

“A pleasure hut. Besides the private quarters, there are also various huts with specialized aspects of sensual desires. This one, specifically, is for restraining a mate,” he hummed. “It pleases me to see you like this. Bound and at my mercy.”

“I thought Alarr liked public displays,” I said, licking my lips.

“No one can see you and how lovely you look. But hearing you? I suspect many guests heard you last night with Alarr and Teig even though you were in private quarters.”

I didn’t know for sure if that were true, but I did scream, and more than once.

The woman cried out again.

“Soon, you too will be begging,” he vowed.

With that his mouth closed around my nipple, sucking me hard and deep as one hand settled gently over my exposed throat. There was no pressure, no squeezing, or threat. But the knowledge was there that I was completely at his mercy, under his control. His to do with as he wished and that felt dangerous and very, very exciting.

He moved to lavish attention on my opposite breast as his

hand moved lower, spreading my pussy lips wide, circling my clit, but not fucking me with his fingers.

When had I ever thought I liked foreplay? This was torture.

“God, do it. Please.” Yup, I begged.

“Do what, mate?”

I squirmed as best I could, getting frustrated with his blatant torture. I craved the Seed Power thing, and he was denying me, making me beg. Well, if he wanted me to tell him what I wanted, I was going to tell him. Shy me was dead, left on a little blue planet far, far away.

“Fuck me. Stick your fingers inside me. Anything.” I whispered words I’d never have dared say to a man on Earth, because this wasn’t Earth, and I wasn’t Whitney Mason, daughter of a Wall Street broker. I was Whitney, mate to three Viken males. Female sex goddess extraordinaire in a special hut on a resort dedicated to pleasure. To sex. Lots and lots of sex.

How had I gotten so lucky that my mates worked here? We could stay here forever. Live here. Visit these pleasure houses any time we felt like it. But he had to do something, or I just might die.

“Anything.” He suckled harder, his hand dipping lower, moving past my pussy to the tight entrance of my…

“Ahh!” I squirmed as he moved back up and dipped his finger inside my pussy just enough to get the thick digit wet, then moved it again to slip the tip inside my ass.

I felt his breath fan my skin. “Alarr is not with us now, but he needs to take you here.” The tip of his finger moved in and out of my ass slowly. “Plunge his cock deep as I fill your pussy with my cock, and Teig fills your mouth.” As he spoke, he pushed his thumb inside my wet core and pulled, stretching my aching pussy toward my ass, pulling me open.

My pelvic muscles clamped down on his finger, and my pussy closed around… nothing. He was gone, but he’d stopped talking, his lips moving over my breasts like he’d been starved for the taste of me. Sucking. Licking. Exploring.

He worked his way down my side, lingering at the dip of my hip and thigh, moving slowly from the top of my thigh to the inside, pulling my leg wide as he moved down my body.

Until something warm and thick clamped around my ankle.

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