Page 49 of Viken Command

And came.

Yes, I had an orgasm as their pre-cum made me writhe wantonly before them.

And they’d barely touched me.

I heard the rustling of clothes, felt the dip of the bed in several places.

As I recovered, their hands were upon me again, touching me, caressing, stroking. Six hands made me hot. I didn’t know who was touching me where. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter.

That was the point. They were all working together to claim me. It didn’t matter if Teig’s fingers were in my pussy or if Alarr’s were tugging at my nipple. The three of them combined were driving me out of my mind.

“Please,” I begged.

“Our mate is eager to be claimed,” Oran said.

Alarr might be their leader out of the bedroom, but Oran was within. He commanded, and I got wet. Well, wetter.

“We must ensure she is ready.”

My eyes fluttered open at that. “Ready? I’m beyond ready.”

“Do you decide when you are fucked?” Oran slipped one finger inside my pussy. Two.

I groaned. More. I needed…

Three.

I bucked under his touch, but he shook his head. “Alarr, hold her down.”

My hair slid over the bed as my head moved from side to side, Alarr’s heavy arm covering my hips, holding me down. I couldn’t move, couldn’t tilt my hips, or roll to the side. And I loved it. Loved knowing that Oran could do what he pleased with me now. Loved knowing that Oran might order Alarr to fill my ass, even as his fingers played deep in my core.

My mind raced with possibilities, each one making me hotter and more eager than before.

“Please.” I was gone. Totally gone.

Oran was just getting started. “Teig, suck that nipple into your mouth. Rub your seed on the other. I want to feel her pussy clench around my fingers.”

Teig did as commanded, and I didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice as the sensation from my nipples shot straight through my body to my clit like dual bolts of lightning.

“Do you decide when we fuck you, love?”

“No,” I whispered.

Oran pulled his fingers nearly out of my body, then slowly pressed back in, going deeper, rubbing the tip of my womb with his fingertip, the sensation strange and erotic and so…

“No, sir,” Oran commanded. “Whitney, do as I say, and you will be rewarded.”

My pussy clenched down like a fist at his words, and he groaned.

“Yes, sir. Please. Sir. Master. Lover. Mate.” I would call him anything he wanted. Anything at all. I’d read hot romance novels. I’d watched porn. I knew what kinds of words the dominant men liked on Earth. I threw them at him with ease. Meant every one.

“I cannot wait, Oran. You will have to play your games later.” Alarr moved, tugged on my hip, and rolled me so I was up on my hands and knees.

Oran didn’t argue, simply fell onto his back where I had been resting, then grabbed me and lifted me as if I were a feather so that I straddled him. His cock was nestled against my pussy. I was so wet I slid over the hard flesh. When more of his pre-cum coated my skin, I moaned, writhed. I wanted him in me.

Now.

Oran grinned as I looked down upon him. He knew what he was doing, torturing me, but he was rock hard. He couldn’t be too comfortable himself.

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