Page 9 of Viken Command

“You are Teig?” I asked. Oran said Alarr and Teig would take care of me while he was away. Hopefully, this sex-god was also mine. He was too busy staring to respond right away, his gaze locked on mine until I squirmed.

“Yes, my lady. I am yours.” His fingers traced the line of my collarbones as Alarr stepped up and pressed his hips to my ass, his chest to my back. I was surrounded by hot, sexy male.

“Okay.” Brilliant, but hey, it was the truth. Okay. Hell yes. Way more than okay.

His smile made my heart melt a little. “What is your name?”

What? Alarr’s hand was on my hip, fire traveling up my side to rattle my brain.

Behind me, Alarr chuckled, the vibration of sound moving through my chest like a kitten’s purr. Pure bliss. “Our female is in need, Teig. Too overwhelmed by us to give her name.”

Teig didn’t tear his gaze from mine. Held me locked in place as he lifted a fingertip to my full lips. “Your name, love? Tell me, and I’ll kiss you.”

Like a pet being offered a reward, I told him, eager for his mouth on mine. “Whitney. My name is—”

Teig’s lips crushed mine as Alarr’s hands wrapped around me to cup my full breasts. My ass rubbed against a long, hard cock as Alarr lowered his head to nibble on the side of my neck.

Oh. My. God. I was hot and lost and wild and achy and… what was my name? There were two mouths on me. Four hands. Two cocks pressed against me.

I was dying, trying to breathe, and this was only two of them. I tore my lips from Teig’s—God that male could kiss—and tried to regain my senses. I was not going to fuck two men in a transport room in front of whoever had brought me the cloak. They probably had cameras in here. Other workers. I wasn’t a prude, but still. “Not here. I don’t want to do this here.”

Teig pulled back from the kiss as Alarr’s hands lowered from my breasts to rest on the curve of my hips once again. Not much of a reprieve, since his touch was still fire on my flesh, but I could think. A little.

“She wishes to continue,” Teig murmured.

Only a man could miss the point of my sentence. “Don’t you have a house or something?” I asked.

Teig inclined his head at me like I was a queen. “Of course.” His gaze moved over my shoulder to Alarr. “You may have to convince your mate to indu

lge your need for a public claiming.”

“Public? What?” The thought made my heart pound in equal parts horror at the idea… and excitement. I’d never considered three guys before, but the testing dream had proven to me that it would be hot, that it pushed some sex button I didn’t even know I had. But public sex?

I wasn’t supposed to have sex in public. I wasn’t supposed to do a lot of things. But standing here with my mates, imagining Oran joining us? Being “bad” suddenly didn’t seem wrong. There was bad, like my family. Then there was naughty, like fucking three hot strangers. And in public? If these two could make me forget my name by just kissing me, I’d probably forget what planet I was on if they got me naked.

My gran would roll over in her grave, but gran was dead. My bad father and brother were light-years away, rotting in jail. My mother was living with her sister and crying herself to sleep every night, making excuses for the men in our lives that I was unwilling to make. They were all dead to me. And I was alive. Very, very alive.

“Come, mate. We will show you to our home here.”

Alarr lifted me from behind, cradling me like a small child in his arms as we walked outside and through a strange village. With his arms around me, everything was in place. The strangest sense of contentment flowed through me. He was my match. He’d said as much. And the steady nature of his touch, the calm strength I felt from him made me feel bold. Safe. If these three males were mine, then Alarr was the glue holding us together. Already, he was my anchor.

Perhaps he made the other two feel the same way? I didn’t know what kind of dynamic the three males had between them, but I would learn. I’d seen drunk men fight over women on Earth. Bar fights. Fights all the way back to elementary school.

This was completely different. Both Alarr and Teig seemed content to be near me. To share the responsibility of caring for me. I had one brother, and he was almost ten years my senior. I’d grown up alone in a huge house, always longing for the chaos and excitement of a large family. I wanted children. Lots of children. Maybe half a dozen, but only if I had help. I wasn’t raising a son with no father. I’d seen too much of that. Too damn much.

But three fathers? If the baby popped out with red hair like Alarr, would Teig be upset? And how did Viken DNA work with human? I had black hair. Dark eyes. My skin was like melted milk chocolate with a dash of cream. On Earth, if I had a red-head or blond man’s baby, that baby was going to look like me. But here? I had no idea, and they didn’t appear to care. They’d said nothing about my skin color, my hair. Nothing.

They looked at me and accepted me. Touched me. Wanted me.

They’d already told me I was beautiful.

Good lord. No wonder I was putty in Alarr’s hands. I’d never been treated like... like nothing about me was unusual. Or suspect. Or less. I’d been labeled my whole life by one thing or another. Female. Black. Rich. Artsy. Rebellious. A flake when I quit prep school. A sell-out when I had white friends. A free spirit when I moved to California. My father had even called me a traitor when I’d refused to vote in the last election. Labels. Fucking labels.

And now? Now I was no one. My body was practically floating with the heady freedom I found in that. Actually, feeling light-headed and overwhelmed, I clung to Alarr as he carried me along the path, Teig two steps ahead, clearing our way.

I had no idea where I was other than on Viken, but this didn’t seem like a town. There were no stores or houses or roads. It was all manicured flower beds with exotic blooms I’d never seen before, gorgeous buildings with soft silks and sheer fabrics blowing in a light breeze. The pathways were lighted by glowing stones carved into the shapes of the actual flowers that scented the warm air. Everything was beautiful. Soft. Erotic.

It felt like an exclusive honeymoon resort on a tropical island like Fiji or the Maldives.

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