His grip was so tight it stung, my eyes automatically watering at the slight pain, but that sting travelled straight to my clit and I opened my mouth with a soft cry, eager for the taste of my other mate, to lick up that pre-cum.
Bracing myself with my hands on Evon’s shoulders, I leaned to the side and swallowed him down until he hit the back of my throat. He was huge, but I closed my lips around him and sucked, hard. I moaned.
Liam’s shout was my reward and I sucked harder, holding my breath, stroking him with my tongue for as long as I could. When the need for oxygen forced me to release him, I slid back quickly, drew in a lungful of air and took him again.
Evon used the hand in my hair to help guide me, thrusting me forward and pulling me back as I worked Liam’s cock. I refused to let him go, to allow him even a moment’s reprieve from the pressure, the tight suction of my mouth.
Behind me, Rager worked a plug of some type into my ass, each round section pushing past my tight muscle with a distinct pop that made my pussy clench around Evon’s cock like a fist. I had no idea how big it was; I couldn’t see anything but Liam’s glorious cock.
Three men? Fuck, yeah. If I’d known it was going to be like this, I wouldn’t have waited. I’d have volunteered for the Brides Program sooner. These three, they’d been waiting for me, just as I had them. We just hadn’t known it.
“Make him come, mate,” Evon growled. “Make him come and swallow him down.”
Evon thrust in earnest now, bucking beneath me on the edge of his own tight control. The knowledge thrilled me and I pushed him further, lifting one hand to stroke Liam’s balls, forcing Evon to hold my head, direct me with the strength of his grip in my hair.
“Slow down, mate,” Evon ordered, but I refused to listen. I had Liam on the edge, and I was going to push him over, take control, force him to give me what I wanted. I squeezed my inner muscles around Evon’s cock, tight. Hard. In a rhythm I knew would drive him over the edge.
“Spank her, Rager. She’s not listening.”
Rager’s hand landed on my bare bottom with a sharp crack of sound, the sting hitting half a second later.
Instead of discouraging me, my body jerked and shook. Holy shit. The sting turned to heat, like lava in my blood and lightning to my clit.
I bucked on Evon’s cock and locked my lips around Liam’s, squeezing his balls, twisting slightly, pulling on them as he shoved his hard length down my throat. I was on the brink of coming. One cock in my mouth, one in my pussy, a toy in my ass. A spanking.
“Again. Don’t stop until she behaves.”
Behaves? If being a bad girl felt like this, I had no intention of behaving.
Rager’s palm swatted me again and again, the heat spreading, blooming. If Evon thought this was going to make me stop, he was sorely mistaken.
The heat built inside me, spreading until I felt like a bomb about to explode.
Liam lost control first, his hands in my hair, holding me, as his cum exploded down my throat, coating me with his seed. I swallowed him down as the tingling started. As the seed power overwhelmed.
Shoving on his hip so I could breathe, I cried out as Rager spanked me again and again. I rode Evon’s cock as the rush of Liam’s seed power moved through me in a wave better than any drug. It made me shake, made me crazed. But I couldn’t come. Couldn’t let go. I was waiting for something. I needed something else.
Evon released my hair, both hands returning to my hips as he lifted his body off the bed, rocketing into my swollen pussy, hard and fast. “Come now, Bella. Come all over my cock.”
That was it. Command. My body responded as if he’d pressed a button and I screamed, Rager’s hand landing with one final swat as Evon filled me with his seed. My body jerked and twisted, out of my control as I writhed on top of my mate, milking his cock, taking everything. It was beyond bliss. Colors danced and swirled behind my closed eyelids. I tasted Liam’s cum on my tongue, felt it spurt hotly from Evon deep inside me. Shit. It was insane, this feeling. My skin was sensitive, my nipples aching points, my clit hard and swollen. Inside my pussy, my G-spot and every other spot pulsed. I couldn’t breathe and I swear I was going to black out if it felt any better.
Only when Liam wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb was I able to catch my breath. The need still simmered, but I was sated. For now.
Evon held me in place on top of him and I heard the other two shuffling around. The toy was carefully removed from my ass. I came again, only slightly when the little bumps of the toy popped out. I whimpered against Evon, too worn out to do anything more. The sounds of washing and soft male voices as Liam and Rager cleaned up drifted to me. They soon joined us on the bed.
Ignoring everything, I waited for my heart to slow and my body to cool. It took too long, aftershocks zinging my pussy and clit with smaller orgasms as the seed power flooded my bloodstream. I didn’t have the strength to move, but with Evon’s cock still buried deep, my pussy didn’t need much to spasm, over and over as I lay exhausted atop my mate’s broad chest.
I lost track of time as my body recovered. The steady beat of Evon’s heart a soothing balm to my wrecked body.
How was I going to continue this? Three mates. How often were we going to get naked like this? It was too much, too intense. I wouldn’t survive.
“I don’t think I can do this.” A tear slipped from my eye, and Evon’s hands, one stroking my hair, one moving in a tender caress up and down my back, stilled.
“Are you unwell? Did we hurt you?” His voice was not commanding now, but filled with a vulnerability even I could recognize.
“No. It’s just…too much. Too intense.”
He sighed and his hands resumed the calming motion, soothing me, making me feel loved. Which I knew was impossible, since I’d only met these aliens, my mates, an hour ago. But the illusion was nice and warm and safe, and so I let myself roll in the feeling. In him.
In them.
The mattress dipped again, and Evon pulled his cock from me with a sigh, shifting us up toward the top of the bed. There, on either side of him, were my other two mates.
Three. And as I looked from one to the next, they all had the same expression in their eyes. Devotion. Possession. Obsession.
Yeah, I was in a helluva lot of trouble here.
“The seed power from just one Viken can be overpowering during a mating, Bella. You have three.”
I cleared my throat and looked at Rager with his beautiful bronze hair and warm eyes. “You mean I’m overdosing on orgasms? What, exactly, does this seed power do? Other than make me so horny I can’t think straight.”
Silent and steady, Evon continued to stroke my back, soothing me with his gentle touch. On my other side, Liam chuckled but answered the question.
“Viken men have a bonding chemical in our seed that helps us pleasure our women, bond them to us more quickly and completely.”
So, they had a cheat? One little drop of that stuff and their women started having orgasms like they were hiccups. Unstoppable. Powerful.
Addictive.
“That’s cheating, you know.”
Evon’s hands stilled on my back and his deep voice rumbled through me. “We are ruthless, mate. When it comes to you, we will do whatever we must to keep you safe and happy by our sides.”
Holy shit. I should have been freaked out, at least a little. A few hours ago, I’d been an independent, single woman. Before landing in jail, I’d been powerful in my own right, a programmer and hacker. I wasn’t stupid, and I wasn’t used to depending on a man for…well, anything. Not even my pleasure. I’d found my vibrator to be a more consistent and trustworthy form of release than any man.
But now? Here I was, wrung out on orgasms, surrounded by not one, but three of the biggest, hottest alien men I could ever imagine. And they all looked at me like I was the sun and stars, their whole world.
It was surreal. Too much to process. I closed my eyes and allowed the exhaustion of transport, and our mating, to drag
me under. Surrounded by my mates, I felt safe.
Chapter Five
Liam
“Why did you volunteer to be a bride?” I asked. After the sweaty bout of fucking—gods, it had been incredible—we’d all fallen asleep. If Bella hadn’t spoken at the end, I would have thought her falling unconscious from pleasure.
She shook her head, her sleek hair falling over her shoulder. I tucked it back behind her ear as she spoke, my longing to touch her so deep I could not stop, not for a moment. “I didn’t. Well, I did, but not exactly.” Her dark eyes met mine. “I…um, thought you guys knew about me.”
Her eyes closed as she pressed her cheek into my hand and contentment flooded me for the first time in long years. Perhaps ever. I couldn’t help the grin that split my face. I felt good. Not just because Bella’s mouth was pure heaven or that she’d sucked the cum from my balls, but because she was here. With us. Between us.
She was mine now, my mate, my purpose for breathing and fighting. Honor had kept me on my chosen path these long years, but this was something different and much more powerful. She was mine to cherish and protect. This was personal, and that changed everything.
Having blood relatives, alive and on the same planet, didn’t make them family. I’d once belonged, a long-awaited son, but I’d turned my back on my past when my family disowned me, when they refused to see reason. My father was still a leader of the Viken Sector Separatists movement. He spoke at VSS rallies and stirred up trouble. My entire family believed the Viken should separate from the Interstellar Coalition and return to autonomous rule of our own planet.
But they hadn’t seen what I had. They’d never faced down a Hive Scout or encountered a friend who’d once been whole and was now nothing more than a walking cyborg mind, connected to their core control, unable to think or walk or act alone. There was nothing left of the man inside that machine shell.
The Hive destroyed everything it touched, devoured entire civilizations. My father refused to believe the threat was as severe as the Coalition claimed. He’d lost a daughter to the Interstellar Brides Program when she’d volunteered to escape his fanatical views, matched to Atlan, a planet far from Viken. And he’d lost me when I’d been caught vandalizing a government building. I’d set the damn thing on fire late at night, convinced by my father that routing the Coalition supporters was the only way to win our freedom.
I’d been a fool, just a teenager on the edge of adulthood, desperate to do anything to please my father.
Being young, and foolish, I’d agreed and been caught. Processed by our justice system, I’d been given two choices, years of confinement or service in the Coalition Fleet. I’d grown up out there, in space, facing monsters my father had spent my entire youth insisting weren’t real.
They were very real. And now I was alone, except for Rager and Evon. We’d been friends for years. So close that we’d agreed to share a mate per the kings’ and queen’s wishes. With Bella ours now, we were a new family. My family. And I would allow nothing to separate us.
Our seed power ensured our new mate would want to remain close—and eager for us—so we would have time to woo her, to win her heart even as we conquered her body. Inside me, a small painful ticking tormented me without end. And I knew I would find no relief from this uncertainty until she accepted us officially and claimed us. Until then, she had thirty days to change her mind, to walk away from us. To leave us behind and choose another mate.
My stomach dropped at the idea and I reached out to stroke the curve of her hip. We were on our sides, facing one another, Rager spooned against her back. Evon had gone to the food unit for sustenance. The way her cheeks were flushing again, the way her eyes had that eager, needy look in them, we’d be wise to take sustenance now, to feed her and care for her before her body demanded more attention from one of us, or all of us, in turn.
While we had jobs to do, her arrival afforded us immediate leave. We had days, perhaps even a week to claim her before we would be forced to return to our scheduled shifts. I didn’t want to be parted from her, not even for a moment. Not yet. Too soon our duties as guardians of the Interstellar Quantum Communications Array would impede on this time we had together. I would be required to leave her side, to trust her care to another. I couldn’t fathom the idea, not yet.
“So, you were not a volunteer for the Brides Program? How did you end up here?” Rager’s hand slid down her arm and I watched as goose bumps rose on her skin. She appeared to be content lying between us, allowing us to explore her softness, her curves. She was not modest. I cupped her breast with my hand and she sighed, stretching with a grin on her face.
“I feel like a sleepy kitten.” When she snuggled back into Rager’s hold, his arm tightened around her waist and she rested her head on his biceps, looking up at me. “I don’t think I can move.”
I played with her hair, twirling the long black strands around my fingers, then splaying them over her bare breast. The effect was beautiful. Hypnotic. I could stare at her beauty for hours and never tire of looking. “What is a kitten?” I asked.
“A baby cat. They’re cute and fuzzy and have extremely sharp claws.” The last she said with a grin and I chuckled.
“And do you have sharp claws, mate?”
She arched a brow. “I used to. Now…” Her gaze wandered to the side and she raised a hand to my chest, petting me in turn. Her touch seared me to the depths of my soul like a brand and I knew I’d never get enough of her. “Now, here? I don’t know.”
Rager nuzzled the back of her neck. “So you did not volunteer to be a bride. Tell us how you got here. We must know everything about you.”
My thumb found its way to her plump bottom lip and I traced the soft curve. “Everything.”
She nipped the tip of my thumb, which did nothing but make my semi-flaccid cock roar back to life. But the greedy bastard would have to wait. We were learning our mate.
“I was in jail, facing two years on the inside and probation after that. I didn’t want to go through all that and deal with the same techie bullshit when I got out. Earth isn’t…it wasn’t…” She sighed and stretched her leg forward, tangled it with mine as her hand traced some unknown pattern on my chest. I’d let her write a tome about Earth customs as long as she didn’t stop touching me. “Earth wasn’t good for me.”
Evon came to sit at the bottom of the bed, placing a tray beside him. On it was a plate of sliced fruit, nuts and bread, a glass of water. “Do not fear, mate. What you did on your planet does not affect you here.” She looked down the bed to Evon. “You were a prisoner, yes? You broke one of your Earth laws?”
Ah, so that was it. She nodded in confirmation.
“Did you harm anyone?” I asked. She didn’t seem to be a cruel person and I doubted the testing would match us to someone with no conscience.
“Of course not. I…I hacked the CEO’s private network and published his personal files on the dark web. He was a liar, inflating subscriber numbers and lying about costs. I ruined his chances of selling his business. I cost him millions of dollars. I cost him money,” she added when we gave her a funny look about the word “dollars”.
“Intriguing,” Rager murmured. “What is a dark web?”
“What is hacking?” I asked.
Evon crossed his arms, a frown on his face. “How is this a crime worthy of sending a vulnerable, fragile female to prison when he was the liar? The dishonest one?”
She turned her body so she was on her back and could see all three of us. Her breasts swayed with the motion and it was hard to remain focused. “The dark web is a communications network where you can’t be tracked and the government can’t control what you do. It’s the one place with a free flow of money and information. A lot of people use it, good people and bad. It’s become a battle ground. A lot of criminals, spies, and people with secrets operate there. Hackers like me.
“Hacking is using knowledge of computer programming and coding to break the security passwords on someone’s
computer system and gain access to their information and network. And yes, the big-money players don’t want anyone rocking the boat. On Earth, corporations are pretty much in charge of everything, and I definitely rocked the boat.” She bit her lip, looking from one of us to another. “You’re not upset?”
“Upset that you are very smart? Cunning?” Rager shrugged. Yeah, he wouldn’t care all that much. He was the easygoing one and would see her actions as almost humorous. “If they didn’t defend themselves well enough to keep you out, then they deserved it.”
Yeah, exactly as I thought. I glanced at Evon. He was much more black-and-white. If she committed a crime, then she required a consequence.
He eyed her with his usual ice-blue examination. Debating.
There was no debate for me. What I felt for her, and what I knew she felt for us in return, mattered more than any crime on another planet.
“What you’ve done, mate. It’s nothing.” I swallowed the bitterness that always accompanied these words. “My family is deeply embedded in the VSS, the Viken Sector Separatists. They don’t believe in the Coalition and want to take Viken back to a time before we had peace under the three kings, back to civil war.”
She frowned. “This planet isn’t peaceful?”
“There are no Hive here. None have ever been discovered on the planet. But there are sympathizers with the separatist movement, those who would like to see the current kings and their mate removed from power. They do not want a unified planet. They wish a return to the old ways, to a time where each sector was self-governing and bloodshed was the norm.”
“Our queen, Leah, is from Earth. She, too, was matched to three Viken warriors through the Brides Program. To the three kings.” Evon offered this truth. “Their daughter, Princess Allayna, is the one true heir. When she becomes queen, she will unite all of Viken forever.”
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