Page 47 of Viken Command

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Whitney, Battleship Zeus, Personal Quarters

“I want to see the ship,” I said, looking around the living space.

We’d transported to the Battleship Zeus, which I’d been told was named after the commanding officer, a huge Prillon who my mates really respected. We’d arrived, they’d made sure I wasn’t weary from the third transport in three days, then led me directly here.

I’d seen a transport room, which was far from exciting, a series of hallways, which all looked the same except for the color of a stripe on the wall, and inside their new quarters. Alarr had said their individual quarters had been traded for this larger space for mated fighters. I didn’t know of any other race besides Viken who mated in threes, therefore I had to assume this was the biggest room they had.

It was like an apartment on Earth with a living room and dining area in one. The kitchen was replaced with an S-Gen built into the wall, and the views of Central Park I was familiar with were replaced by space. Black, never-ending space filled with an infinite number of stars. Just to the left, if I craned my neck to see it, was a planet. An honest to god planet with three moons and rings like Saturn. Except it was green, the most beautiful shade of green I’d ever seen. It was beautiful. Cold. Very foreign.

Yet I wasn’t alone in this vast universe, on this strange ship, my new home. God, Whitney Mason from Earth, was living with three aliens on a spaceship.

How insane was that?

Insane as I might be, I spun on my heel, and there they were, my three aliens.

I couldn’t help but grin. They were so different, yet I

loved them all.

Alarr, with his arms crossed over his chest, an intensity about him but with an equal need to please.

Teig, with his rogue smile and patient demeanor.

Oran, with his possessive streak as wide as the battleship.

One dark playboy, one fair dominant, one red-haired alpha leader who kept us all connected.

A gray uniform, a brown uniform, and a black one.

So different.

I walked over to them, ran my hand across one chest to the next, then the next.

They didn’t move, didn’t speak, barely breathed.

Waiting.

For me.

I still wore the dress from Viken. While their uniforms indicated their home planet, my dress was a more blatant sign of the mates I belonged to. We’d passed several people between the transport room and here, but I was the only one dressed as if I were headed to a garden party, not battle.

It wasn’t cold on the ship, but it didn’t have the soft, humid air of Viken either. I would not last in such a light garment. And underwear would probably be a good thing.

But the way they were looking at me, I felt as if I were lucky to be wearing the dress at all. Or unlucky?

The playful thought made me smile. It felt good, that smile. I was all in with these males, my mates. For better or worse, thick or thin, sickness or health. I’d jumped off the cliff and trusted them to catch me.

Their gazes became more heated by the moment. Their stares, which had only been affixed upon mine until now, began to rove over my body. I heated—why had I just thought the ship was chilly?—and my nipples hardened. My pussy clenched with eager anticipation.

“We have wronged you, mate,” Alarr said. “We have yet to claim you fully. If you allow us, we will rectify that now.”

So stilted. So stiff. I stifled a smile because he was serious. We’d talked through the hot mess that had been the beginning of our match. We were past that now. To me, we’d left all of that behind on Viken. We would start over. Here. Together.

He wouldn’t have spoken as he did unless he were worried I would decline, that if he approached me now without the utmost seriousness, I might flee again.

No, I was done running. Unless it was into their arms.

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