Grace Goodwin - Viken Command

Viken Command: Copyright © 2019 by Grace Goodwin

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Goodwin, Grace

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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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Whitney Mason, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida

Foreplay was great, but I liked fucking better. A good, hard, make-me-forget-my-name pounding. In my opinion, candlelight, flowers, and whispering sweet nothings were no indication of a man’s God-given talent between the sheets. In fact, those things could be used as a crutch. There was effort there, sure. But there was also money. Tossing cash around didn’t impress me. It wasn’t what got a man in my pants. It was the expectation of a wild ride.

Jaded? Definitely. But I was jaded about everything—and everyone— these days.

But what was happening to me right now? Holy fuck.

Never happened before. Never felt anything like it before. Never imagined it was even possible.

Right now?

Bring on the foreplay!

Hands were on my naked body. Lots of them. Way more than the usual two. They caressed my shoulders, arms, breasts, up my thighs, cupped my pussy. Full-on foreplay. Then there were the whispers. They sure-as-hell weren’t sweet nothings. They were promises.

I’m going to lick your pussy until you come. Only then will you get my cock.

That was Voice One.

These lips. They’ll look gorgeous wrapped around my cock.

That was Voice Two.

This ass. I want to show off how you can take me there, so they see how perfect you are.

That was Voice Three.

Yes, three voices. Three guys were touching me, warming me up for not just a pounding, but a… God, what was it to be? My mind supplied the answer even though the thought confused me.

A claiming.

I had no doubt I was going to lose myself to them. Not just in pleasure, but in body.

And soul.

“Please,” I breathed the word, truly begging.

I gasped, my eyes popping open. I tried to catch my breath, but I had none. They’d pulled it from me just from their touches. Their promises. But they weren’t real. I wasn’t on a soft bed with three men. I was in a sterile room, restrained to a testing chair.

The Brides Processing Center.

Shit.

I blew out a breath to push my hair off my forehead.

“Are you all right, Miss Mason?”

It was Warden Egara who spoke. The mild, friendly tester stood from her chair, her tablet in hand.

I frowned. “I hate begging,” I grumbled.

She frowned but didn’t say anything.

“Are all dreams like that?” I asked. The metal that had kept my arms pinned to the testing chair slid back, and I sat up, wiping my face.

“Steamy?” she asked, a smile turning up the corner of her mouth.

I nodded.

“Yes.”

So, I wasn’t the only one who’d probably begged. A hot dream with three skilled men who knew how to touch me and what to say? Yeah, lots of women begged.

I was turned on, completely unfulfilled. Cranky, because of it.

“That’s downright cruel,” I told her.

She laughed, the sound soft and light. And that pissed me off even more.

“Some women orgasm from their testing and wake up from that.”

I narrowed my gaze at her. “Are you trying to make me hate you?”

I squirmed in the hard chair, tugged at the testing gown. It was a ridiculous hospital-style garment with little Interstellar Brides emblems all over it. Made of some kind of scratchy blend of materials that had me eager to ditch it, although I was naked underneath, which wasn’t a good alternative. I’d made a fool of myself enough, and I should have gotten an orgasm as payment like other women.

Grrr.

The warden sat back down at the plain table, her gaze upon her tablet.

“Your testing was successful.”

“Really?” I was surprised, and that surprised me. I’d come here to get the hell off of Earth, and this was the easiest way to do it. I wasn’t overly subordinate, so volunteering for the Coalition Fleet wasn’t a smart move. I’d volunteered to be a bride instead. I didn’t trust Earth men, or anyone else, for that matter.

“Yes, to Viken. You’re very lucky.”

I raised an eyebrow and waited.

“While your match is to one specific Viken male, they mate in threes.”

Three.

“Meaning three aliens.”

“Yes.”

So that was why I had that dream. I’d never ever thought of having sex with more than one guy. Sure, I wasn’t naïve enough to not know people shared, but I hadn’t. The idea wasn’t repulsive to me, I just hadn’t had the opportunity. But after that dream? Bring on the three Vikens. And soon because my pussy was wet and aching.