Grace Goodwin - Her Viken Mates

“No,” she breathed. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Who do you belong to?” I already knew the answer, but the basic animal inside me wanted to hear her say it again. And again. “Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll lick your sweet pussy until you scream.”

“You.” Her pussy clenched around my fingers with her words and my cock jerked painfully in response. Soon, I would bury myself in her wet heat and pump into her until she couldn’t take any more pleasure. I would fill her with my seed, the connection made by my seed power would drive her mad with desire, make her scream and writhe and come over and over. I would fill her, fuck her, make her come until she collapsed with exhaustion. Until she knew who she belonged to. Until the only name she remembered was mine.

“Mine.” I made sure she heard me as I lowered my lips to her clit—swollen and uncovered from the little hood of flesh—and sucked it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Her taste exploded in my mouth and I groaned at the exquisite flavor of her sweet nectar. Sweet, spicy. Perfect. This was mine. All for me.

Working her with tongue and fingers, I brought her to the peak and stopped. Waited. Sucked and licked again. Harder. Faster.

When she was about to come, I slowed my pace and pulled my fingers from her, leaving her empty and aching. Desperate.

“Please!” She tried to move, but the restraints held her open to me. Her muscles quivered and shook. She could not resist. Could not escape.

My cock was eager. I looked down to discover I was already naked, a drop of pre-cum gathered on the tip of my hard length.

With a grin, I gathered the liquid and stood.

“Are you ready, mate?”

“Yes! Gods, hurry. Fuck me. Do it!”

I chuckled. So eager, my little mate.

With her rich essence lingering on my tongue, I pushed forward in one smooth thrust, filling her with my cock as she moaned, her pussy muscles clamping down on me like a hot fist.

But that wasn’t enough. I needed her to come all over my hard cock. I wanted to feel her pussy spasm, out of control as her pleasure took her. To feel her juices coat me as she took me deeper, milked me of my seed.

Buried deep, I lifted my finger and rubbed the drop of pre-cum all over her perfect little clit and watched. Waited.

Seconds later she screamed. The walls of her pussy rippled and pulsed as an orgasm rolled through her. Her nipples were hard, erect little tips and I pulled them gently, rolling them between my fingers as I jerked my hips, pushing harder, deeper as her body exploded around me.

Mine. She was mine. Only I could do this to her. Only I could bring her such pleasure.

With a roar of my own I pumped into her, drawing out her orgasm as more pre-cum coated the inside of her pussy, driving her to the edge again, binding her to me, making her mine.

My body responded to hers as if she were the one with all the power. I thrust into her, nearly mindless, the taste of her heightening my instinct to conquer, claim. Fill her with my seed. My child inside her. My cum. My mate.

Fire built in my blood, centered in my balls as tension built, then exploded. I bellowed as I filled her with my seed, marking her like an animal.

I felt like an animal. Mindless. Wild. Out of control.

Only she could do this to me. And I wanted more. Needed more. Only she made me feel whole.

Pain and pleasure. Lust and love. Obsession and protection. A dozen emotions warred within my body as I filled her, claimed her.

I lowered my lips to her sweat-damp body, to kiss and explore. To ease and worship. I wanted to taste her skin. Nuzzle her. Comfort her. I needed to be gentle now as badly as I’d needed to be wild moments ago.

The urge was nearly painful, my heart squeezing in my chest, pain gathering behind my eyes like hot daggers that burned.

Her skin was so close. Inches away. I was inches away from paradise…

“Rager?”

The voice was hard and cold, a man’s voice. Not what I wanted to hear. I wanted her. Her skin. Her scent. Her touch…

“By the gods, Rager. I knew you were going to be a pain in the ass.”

Something sharp stabbed me in the neck and the woman faded instantly from my vision. I hissed at the bite of pain, opened my eyes to see who dared bother me. With a clarity all the more cruel for its contrast to what I’d just experienced, I found myself strapped to a cold, hard exam table in the medical center. The sharp, bitter taste of whatever medication had just been injected into my bloodstream flooded my mouth.

With that taste came memory. Reality.

“Damn it, Doctor. That’s disgusting.” I was angry, furious. The foreign taste of chemicals drove the lingering flavor of sweet pussy from my mind completely. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her honeyed nectar back on my tongue.

I heard a door open and two sets of heavy boots entered the room.

I knew without looking those boots belonged to Evon and Liam. My friends and brothers-in-arms. The fools who’d talked me into this. The damn chair. The dream.

The doctor slapped me on the arm like we were old friends, pushed a button to retract the restraints and walked away. “Welcome back, Rager.”

I rolled my head around on my neck as the manacles were removed from my arms and ankles, stretching, trying to regain some sense of control when all I could think about was pussy. Hot. Wet. Heaven both on my tongue and around my cock. “I didn’t want to come back.”

The doctor chuckled. “No one ever does.”

I sat up as Evon and Liam both came to a stop a few feet in front of me. Loomed over me so I had to look up. I was bigger than both of them, but the testing chair made me feel small, made me feel fucking vulnerable.

“Well?” Evon asked. His family had served the Coalition Fleet for generations. Even now, he and his sister Thalia both served the IQC here in the north. Evon’s black uniform and short blond hair indicated his allegiance to Sector 2. But the red band around his biceps, around all of our arms, meant we were Royal Guard. We belonged to all of Viken now, not just our home sectors. And like other warriors on our planet who’d fought the Hive and returned, we were beyond Sector politics now. These two were my most trusted allies. We’d fought the Hive together and survived. Returned whole. They were tough as nails, hardcore killers. And they were both lovesick fools.

“By the gods, I want to punch you right now,” I grumbled as I wiped a hand over my face. Fuck, it had been so real. Her skin. The soft sounds of her surrender.

By the gods, perhaps I was as big a fool as these two.

I glanced down at the front of my steel-gray uniform, relieved that no wet spot there revealed the depths of pleasure I’d just experienced, and would be denied forever. I’d come in the dream, but no seed coated my pants like a teenager and his first wet dream. I had no idea how it was possible, but I was glad I wasn’t humiliating myself in front of the doctor and my friends. Had they had a similar experience when they were processed for the Interstellar Bride Program? We’d been told it would be mild, a hazy experience that we might not even remember.

So why did I clench my fist to lock the softness of soft skin to me? Had it affected Liam and Evon so intensely? Or was I simply a freak for wanting a mate so badly I was willing to break with centuries of tradition and follow the new order of three warriors sharing a bride, as our kings did. Evon argued that we would have a much higher chance of finding a mate together. Perhaps he was correct. But we were different, we three. And I could not imagine a mate who could accept all of us. It was little more than a child’s dream.

A mate? The possessive joy that a warrior had felt when he looked on his woman, conquered her, fucked her? That would never be mine. And now I knew exactly what I was missing. “You’re an asshole, Evon. I never should have agreed to this.”