Her Viken Mates
Interstellar Brides, Book 11
By
Grace Goodwin
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
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Copyright
Her Viken Mates: Copyright © 2017 by Grace Goodwin
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Her Viken Mates
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Publishers Note:
This book was written for an adult audience only. Spanking and other sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
Chapter One
Rager, Planet Viken, Northern Array, Medical Bay 1
My eyes were closed as I relished the moment, bombarded by my other senses. Soft, silky skin under my hands. The hard pulse of my own heartbeat raging through my cock like pain-filled thunder. The soft scent of feminine heat surrounded me, the musky aroma of my mate’s hot, wet pussy just inches away from my eager mouth and I drew in a deep breath, savoring her desire, the mindless anticipation of her body as I made her wait for what only I could give her.
She was mine. Her thighs quivered beneath my large palms, and her whimper of need floated in the air and echoed in my body like a cymbal strike, the reverberations traveling straight to my rock-hard cock in agonizing waves. I welcomed the sweet agony of wanting her so badly. This need, my desire for her was like a drug, ruthless and intoxicating. I never wanted this feeling to end. I’d waited so long for her. My mate.
In some deep, dark corner of my mind I knew this wasn’t real. I knew I was unconscious in an examination chair on Viken. My hands were strapped to the firm armrests, not holding her pussy open to taste, lick and suck—and eventually, fuck. I knew the luscious curves and welcoming heat of the woman’s body, her desire, her trust wasn’t really mine, that I would wake up bereft and alone.
Always alone.
But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop because it was just so damn incredible. I was sharing the thoughts and desires of another warrior, one who’d already been matched and mated, and this woman was his. Her body was his to master, to conquer, to torment with endless pleasure.
Mine.
No, not mine, but the drive to find the one who did belong to me was driving me on. The idea was more instinct than thought, and I allowed this other warrior’s need to guide me because in this moment, I wanted to taste this female, to bring her pleasure, to hear her scream my name.
I opened my eyes to stare with wonder at the woman before me. She was strapped to a table. Thick leather bands around her shoulders, waist and hips ensured she could not escape. Her wrists were secured above her head and her legs, gods help me, her legs were bent and pulled wide, leather straps around her thighs and ankles holding her open, exposing her pussy for my pleasure.
From my position kneeling between her legs, I could not see her face, but that was a small thing when such a feast lay spread before me. Large breasts heaved as she fought for breath. Hard nipples pointed upward, quivering as she gasped her own need. Her legs trembled, her entire body strung so tightly the slightest touch of my fingertips or a whisper of air on her folds caused her entire body to shift. Her pussy was wet and glistening, the outer lips plump and swollen, bright, hot pink and in my mind I knew she’d just come all over my tongue. I could still taste her wild desire.
She was falling apart, her head thrashing from side to side as I lowered my own and blew a warm flow of air over her tender flesh. Gods, I loved pussy. I loved the complex way a woman found pleasure. Nothing aroused me more than working her body and watching her come apart. Discovering exactly what she liked, where to touch, to stroke, lick.
A pussy was like a musical instrument, pluck and play it the right way and a woman made such beautiful sounds, like the soft whimper that just escaped this female’s lips.
She jerked, her pussy muscles opening and clenching as I watched, fascinated. Obsessive. Possessive. She wanted a cock inside her, opening her, filling her. Taking her.
In this dream, this pussy was mine. Only my tongue, my cock, my fingers would fill it.
“Please.” Her voice washed over me, through me, and a growl erupted from my throat. I’d been waiting. Waiting for her to beg.
With a grin, I slipped two fingers inside her sheath. The first I used to stroke circles around the deep, hard opening of her womb. She moaned, shifting to get closer, but couldn’t with her bindings. I curved the second finger, searched for the secret spot inside her core that I knew would bring her the most pleasure.
She tried to escape, for I knew it was almost too much, the feelings I was wringing from her body. Her back arched off the padded table, but the straps held her in place and I froze. The feelings would be intense, perhaps too much so. I did not wish to scare her. Just the opposite. I could spend hours between her parted thighs, making her feel so good. “Do you want me to stop, mate?”
“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!”<
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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.”
I expected the doctor to leave the room, but he seemed occupied at the control panel, so all three of us ignored him as Evon responded. “Why?”
I looked from his pale blue, ice-like eyes to Liam’s dark blue gaze and shook my head. “This is never going to fucking work. No woman is going to be matched to all three of us.”
It was simply impossible. Liam was from Sector 1, where women were claimed in public. Sector 1 males were obsessed with public fucking and conquering and pleasuring a woman by taking her in the ass in front of everyone. In their sector, that kind of claiming was the ultimate show of submission by their women. A gift given to a worthy warrior. A gift only given through the deepest trust, the most pure consent. Love.
And then there was Evon, who always had to be in command. His sector demanded total submission from a woman, albeit in private. Bondage. Surrender. The warriors there lived for complete and total control. Evon would want a female who would submit, trust him absolutely and yield to his every desire. To place her power, her life and her pleasure into his hands and rely on him to care for her in every possible way.
Me? I cared not about any of those needs. Like most warriors from Sector 3, I simply wanted to feast on a woman’s sweet pussy before I filled her with my seed. I wanted to see her full lips wrapped around my cock as she loved me with her tongue, gifted me, allowed me to fuck her mouth just as I loved to have my fill of the honeyed nectar of her feminine heat. I was patient, could take hours working a woman’s body with my mouth, linger over her delectable scent, drive her to mindless ecstasy with my tongue over and over before I fucked her and made her mine.
“It worked for the kings.” Evon’s cold, analytical tone was one I’d heard many times, usually when we were prepping for battle. And this felt like that. The stakes were high. A matched mate? An end to our lonely existence? High stakes, indeed.
“We’re not kings. We’re not at Viken Unit
ed. We’re stuck in this ice-covered nightmare of a work station. What fucking female is going to want to come here?” Liam walked to my side and leaned his hips against the exam table, facing the doctor. He crossed his arms. “Rager’s right, Evon. This was a foolish hope.”
Yes, he was correct. The Northern Station was surrounded by icy tundra for hundreds of miles. But the planet relied on the communication station to relay transport and messages from the Coalition Fleet and other member planets. The technical name was Interstellar Quantum Communications array, or the IQC. We were Royal guard, IQC officers, and this station was Viken’s link to the rest of the universe. Without it, we’d be stranded in a sea of black space with no way to contact the others, no way to send our warriors to battle the Hive, nor receive brides. No transport. No comms. Nothing but empty, blank space.
We could survive, in theory. The planet would provide, that wasn’t a concern, for we’d survived for a millennia before the Hive menace rose to unite the planets behind the warriors of Prillon Prime. It was the Prillon warriors who’d first faced the Hive and they’d fought the longest. The Hive was a menace and the IQC array, our comms and transport capabilities, were crucial to keeping the planet free of them.
What we did here was important, and every warrior assigned to the IQC had been chosen because we knew exactly what was at stake. We had all fought in the war, seen the Hive and their horrors with our own eyes. But hearing Liam agree with me didn’t improve my mood. Apparently, it didn’t improve Evon’s either.
“When I’m right, I’m going to make you both beg me to touch her.” The heated desire in Evon’s eyes made me grin.
“Is that supposed to be a threat, Evon? Because you’re such a controlling fuck, I figured that was how it would be anyway.” I laughed then, because Liam chuckled at my declaration, and he rarely laughed at all.
“He’s right, you know.” Liam’s chuckle faded to a grin, but his eyes remained all too serious. And there, in that stormy gaze, was Liam’s soul on display. Evon was the strategist, but Liam was the realist. He’d lost his family, grown up hard, the son of a VSS leader. The damn VSS. Our own internal enemy. Worse than the Hive, in a way, since they were Vikens—traitors—who wanted to see a return to civil war, to separate nations now united by the three kings. They’d already tried to assassinate the heir, the Princess Allayna, and return Viken to chaos.
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