Grace Goodwin - Claimed By The Vikens

“Our mate is making demands.” The words were strained with the same desire I felt, but there was laughter in his voice as well. If I had teeth around my cock, I wasn’t sure I’d be laughing.

“Perhaps she should be taught who is in control.” The hand on my ass slid lower and the tip of the third man’s thumb slid inside. “And who is not.” Those words were whispered against my ear, the heat of his breath so intense I whimpered as he played with my ass, teasing me, slowly sliding his thumb in and out of my body, making sure I knew he could do more.

I would have begged if I could, but I could do nothing. I was completely at their mercy and that fact made me wild, mindless.

Holy hell, I wanted him to do more. I wanted him to fuck me there, fill me with his cock as the other took my pussy and I conquered the third with my mouth. It would be so good. I knew it would be good. I remembered…

Wait. What? That was impossible. This was just a dream. I’d never been with three men. Never even imagined it. But this was my dream and I could do whatever I wanted. Or whoever. Or three whoevers.

And in a dream, I could love having three men. I could be sweaty and demanding. Lost to the pleasure, my nipples hard nubs that were so sensitive I could come from those just being played with alone. But my clit being sucked…

Yeah, that was the hottest fucking thing ever. I’d had a guy eat me out before, but I’d never ridden a man’s face. Never had someone just...know what I needed. Know that a cock deep in my mouth made me hot, made me feel submissive and wildly dirty. But I wasn’t ashamed. There was no guilt, no judgment, no frowning old woman scolding me for being so deliciously wicked. How could I not want to be exactly where I was when all I felt was adored? Worshiped? Gifted with pleasure?

“Come for us. Come for me and I’ll give you what you really want, love. I’ll fuck this tight ass.” The thumb pressed deeper, just enough to make me arch my back and push down, wanting more, wanting exactly what he promised me. Him. Big. Hard. Deep.

The fist in my hair pulled me back, forced me to release the cock I’d held captive in my mouth. The man beneath me sucked my clit hard, fast, flicking it faster than before. I was surrounded. Dominated. At their mercy and their pleasure and it made me hot. I loved it and the orgasm rushed over me like an explosion. I screamed my release...finally, my ears tingling, my muscles tensing then going lax. My pussy walls clenching on...nothing.

“Is that what you needed, mate?” one gravelly deep voice asked. It was the second man, the man whose pre-cum I could taste on my tongue, the tingling heat of that small taste didn’t make sense to me, but I rolled the flavor on my tongue with anticipation. While this was my dream, it wasn’t complete. I didn’t know their names, but I knew they were big, brawny and their muscles had muscles. I knew, somehow, impossibly, that they were mine. And that was enough for me.

“No,” I said. I couldn’t help the taunting smile that curved my lips. “It’s not enough. I need my mates. I need you inside me.” Oh, I was playing with fire, tempting them, pushing them to lose control. Normally, this would have made me nervous, but this was dream me, and she was unashamed of her needs, her desire. She needed and they would provide. The certainty was a like a drug all its own, filling my body with confidence, with an assurance I’d never felt in the bedroom. Ever.

“Needy thing. We haven’t even fucked you yet,” the second man said. A hand stroked down the length of my spine. “You need more? Need us to take you? Make you ours forever?”

My inner walls clenched at the possibility. Oh yes, I wanted that. So much. “Yes.” Yes! I was shouting inside my head, but dream me didn’t seem to hear, or be in a big hurry. The greedy bitch knew she was going to get exactly what she/I wanted.

“I hope you’re well rested. Your men have need of you and your pussy. Your mouth. Those lush breasts. The perfect pucker of your ass.” The hand cupping my ass shifted so the thumb moved inside me and I gasped. “Every inch of you is ours, or will be before the night is through.”

Oh my.

I’d heard of women who could have an orgasm in a dream. I was definitely one of them now. And since it was a dream, I decided I could be multi-orgasmic. Why stop at one? I was too hot, too greedy to stop now.

“I want it. Everything you can give me.” I hadn’t been fucked in the ass before, never really done much ass play at all, but I wasn’t going to tell these three no. If anyone could get me to submit in such a way, then it would be them.

“That’s right.” It was the first man and each word was punctuated by a kiss on my clit, as if he were just saying hello. His voice was even deeper, his cadence slower, as if he had all the time in the world...or at least all night, and he was exactly where he wanted to be. “That orgasm was to get you ready for us. Make sure this pussy is nice and soft. Swollen. Wet.”

The last word was half seduction and half promise and my entire body shuddered in response. I’d just had an orgasm, but my body was wound so tightly I was more than willing to beg again. “Give me those cocks,” I growled. “I want them. Now.”

“Miss Nichols.”

No! No. Go away. The annoying female voice interrupted my dream. I tried to lift my hand to swat the person away, but I couldn’t. It was pinned down. How dare she interrupt me and my three men?

“Miss Nichols,” she repeated.

My eyes popped open to reveal the clinical, sterile exam room in the bride center. Gray. White tile. My wrists were secured to the strange chair by large cuffs I doubted even an alien warrior could break open. Shit.

I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be there. With my three men. Feeling sexy and wild and totally free for the first time in my life. I squeezed my eyes closed, blocking out reality.

But like everything else so far, it appeared I would have to deal with disappointment. It had been nothing more than a dream. A worthless, meaningless dream taunting me with everything I didn’t dare want and knew I wouldn’t get.

Trion. That’s where I was going. I had to talk some sense into my sister who was there even now. And since I knew those Trion men were hardcore into dominance, and not into sharing, I wrapped my head around the idea that more likely than not, I’d be transported to that wild planet, tied up and spanked by my new mate in a matter of hours. But three men? That was so not happening on Trion. No matter how fucking amazing it had been. A dream, nothing more.

God. My skin was drenched in sweat, my pussy still swollen and pulsing from the first orgasm they’d given me. But just like in the dream, I was still worked up. Needy. If I just closed my eyes, I could still feel the lingering touch of my lover’s caress on my back. My hard little clit was sensitive and engorged. My nipples ached from being played with. My jaw muscles were tired from a deep throat fuck.

Yet it was all illusion. A complete mind-fuck. Those men weren’t here with me. Warden Egara was. Not that she wasn’t attractive, but she was not my type. Not. With a capital N.

Resigned to the inevitable, I sighed and opened my eyes to find her staring at me with the patience of a damn saint. She had that look that nurses get when they’re waiting for you to deal with whatever bad news they just handed down. See this gigantic needle? Yeah? It needs to go into your spine. It’s going to feel like I’m crushing your spinal chord in a fist. Sorry, sweetie.

Warden Egara raised a brow. “Are you with me, Miss Nichols?”

“I bet every woman you wake from their testing hates you as much as I do right about now,” I told her, despising her so much.