Mated To The Vikens (Interstellar Brides Book 8)

by Grace Goodwin

  Erik nodded to me, breaking me from my romantic notions.

  “She’s ready. That’s right, love,” Erik said, coating his cock liberally with the lube. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  She nodded, her dark hair sliding over her shoulders as Rolf popped free from her mouth. “Yes,” she whispered. “Do it.”

  “Do you accept us as your mates, Sophia? Because this is forever,” I said.

  Her eyes met mine, and though they were glazed with passion, I saw a strange curiosity there. “Is this the claiming ceremony?”

  “Yes,” Rolf told her, touching her cheek. “There’s no going back, love. We’ll be yours forever.”

  “Yes,” she repeated. “I want you. All three of you.” Her hips jerked over my cock and I gritted my teeth as I felt the large bulk of Erik’s cock slide inside her body.

  “That’s my cock, relax,” Erik instructed. “Deep breath. Good, let it out. Yes, like that. Once more. Good, yes, I’m in.”

  Sophia groaned, her eyes falling closed, allowing her a moment to savor the feel of two cocks. I knew Erik’s pre-cum seeped into her, easing the claiming. She wanted it, but the additional seed power would make it even better for her.

  She was ours, completely. The claiming had begun. There was no going back.

  She was ours.

  Our mate.

  Our future.

  ***

  Sophia

  Erik pressed forward, spreading me open with his huge cock. The sharp sting faded to an agony of sensation. I’d never been so full. So fucked.

  Gunnar’s cock was balls deep in my wet pussy, so large and demanding that I’d nearly had an orgasm just from the feel of him stretching me open.

  With both of my mates buried deep, I looked up into Rolf’s eyes, golden Rolf, and smiled. The taste of his pre-cum lingered on my tongue, the burning heat of it down my throat proof that I was not immune to his seed power, to the chemical cocktail in his seed that made me a horny, crazy mess. “You want in on this action?”

  He looked confused by my Earth slang, but took me literally. “Yes, mate. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth.”

  I imagined some unsuspecting woman walking into a bride processing center on Earth and reliving this. Gunnar beneath me, playing with my breasts as his cock filled me from below. Erik behind me, his cock in my ass, making me burn, and writhe, and feel pinned. Helpless. Conquered in the most elemental way imaginable. And Rolf looking down on me with so much longing, such lust, that I could no more deny him than cut my own heart from my chest.

  These men were mine. Mine. Forever. And I’d give them anything they wanted. Anything they needed.

  With a grin, I circled the tip of Rolf’s cock with my tongue and watched him tremble as I teased him.

  Smack!

  Smack!

  Smack!

  “Don’t tease him, mate. Suck his cock.” Erik’s palm landed on my ass with a sharp crack and I cried out, jerking forward to escape him. But Gunnar’s hands had returned to my hips, and he held me in place as Erik spanked me, his cock buried deep, right next to Gunnar’s. I’d never been so full. So stretched.

  The added sensation of the stinging on my bottom was too much, and I tried to escape, but Gunnar held me in place as Rolf shook his head, dangling his cock in front of my face, rubbing pre-cum on my lips. “Do you want us to stop?” He leaned over as I licked my lips clean, enjoyed the burn of his essence on my tongue. He pressed his lips to my ear. “Or do you want us to come inside you, fuck you raw until you lose control, until you scream?”

  He knelt before me and all three of my men stopped moving, waiting for me to answer. Stop now? Or let them fill me, take me. Claim me. Fuck me until I lost my mind.

  “Come closer.” I issued the order to Rolf as I pushed back onto Erik’s cock and squeezed my inner muscles to torment Gunnar, and his iron control, beneath me. When Rolf’s cock was where I wanted it, I looked over my shoulder at Erik. “I love you, Erik. I want you to fuck me. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

  Smack!

  Erik struck my ass and I groaned as the heat spread. “Damn it, female. That’s for telling me now, when I can’t kiss you.”

  I grinned at him, unrepentant as he replied, “I love you, Sophia. You’re mine.”

  I turned my attention to Gunnar, planting a soft, lingering kiss on his lips so he would know he was mine, too. They were all mine. Lifting my head, I stared into his eyes. “I love you.”

  He pulled me back down for a merciless clash of tongue and teeth, his kiss so carnal and full of need that my pussy pulsed around him in response. “I love you, mate.”

  Rolf waited patiently as I turned to him. Just for fun, I licked his cock again, swirling my tongue around the tip like I would a melting ice-cream cone. He grinned at me. “You’re going to be trouble, mate. I can just tell.”

  I smiled. “I love you, too, Rolf.”

  “I love you, Sophia.”

  Just like that, we were a family. I knew they would never leave me and I would never tire of their attentions.

  Shifting my hips forward, I pulled away from both Gunnar’s and Erik’s cocks. When they both moved toward me in protest, I slammed back down on them, hard. Deep. They both groaned and I took advantage of the moment, sucking Rolf’s cock until it hit the back of my throat.

  Tension built in the air. Snapped. Rolf grabbed my hair and pulled out of my mouth, pushing deep over and over. I don’t know if they were coordinating purposely or not, but Erik’s rhythm matched Rolf’s as one took my mouth and the other my ass. In together. Out together. In. Out.

  Shaking with pent-up lust, I tilted my hips, shifting forward and back, trying to rub my clit against Gunnar’s rock-hard body. Beneath me, he moaned, his massive chest glistening with heat and sweat as I rode him and Erik’s cock rubbed us both deep inside me.

  When Gunnar’s large hand slid between our bodies to rub my clit, my shout of encouragement was garbled by Rolf’s huge cock in my mouth. But Gunnar heard me, his fingers sliding under me, exactly where I wanted him.

  “Ride me, Sophia. Give me your clit. Fuck my fingers, too.”

  My eyes rolled back into my head as Erik shifted balls deep in my ass. Gunnar thrust up from the bed, driving up into me with his cock and shoving my clit onto his fingers. Rolf thrust deep, pulled back. Thrust.

  The orgasm rolled through me and my legs jerked as I clamped down on Erik’s cock in my ass and Gunnar’s cock in my core. Erik’s cock I sucked deep, holding him until I was dizzy from lack of oxygen.

  My release spurred them on and they all moved, thrusting and withdrawing in wild abandon. Their course and uncontrolled rhythms drove me wild, pushing me toward another orgasm.

  Rolf lost it first. He came down my throat, his seed power like an inferno of need spreading through me. My pussy clamped down on Gunnar as I came again. My release caused Erik and Gunnar to lose control, their cocks spilling inside me as they both pressed deep and held, as if trying to fill me up with their seed as well.

  The extra dose of Viken seed power made me come again, my whole body felt like it had been dipped in a hot bath. My blood was on fire, the orgasm forced every muscle in my body to clench and release as my pussy went into its final spasm.

  When it was over, I collapsed against Gunnar’s chest, my own body heaving for breath. Rolf rolled onto his side beside me, his hand stroking through my hair and over my back with slow, gentle strokes. Erik pulled his cock from me slowly, as if reluctant to leave, and lay down on Gunnar’s other side. I turned to face him and tried to smile, but I felt too damn good, even for that.

  Erik’s eyes were dark and serious as he reached over and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. His fingers shook. “We’re never letting you go.”

  “Never,” Rolf agreed.

  Gunnar’s response, with his cock still inside me, was to lift his hips and make me gasp in aftershock as his body rubbed my sensitive clit. “Forever, Sophia.”

  I laid my head d
own over Gunnar’s beating heart and closed my eyes, listened to the strong, steady beat. “Forever,” I agreed.

  Epilogue

  Sophia, Viken United, Princess Allayna’s 1st Birthday Party

  Soft music played in the background, something I’d expect from a string quartet back home, but with a strange ringing notes like harp music. Warm lighting flickered on the walls from strange lanterns decorated with the sword, shield and spear designs of the three sectors, the silhouettes creating strange and unusual shadows that shifted and moved all around me. The huge ballroom was filled as the people of Viken United laughed and danced. The women were dressed to excess, their dresses long, elegant and brightly colored. Their elaborate hair designs, all adorned with flowers, jewels or sparkles of some variety, turned the dance floor into a glittering flow of beauty.

  And I was here. My gown was a deep, vibrant orange, the color of a fall sunset, and fell to my feet. Heavy around my neck were the sparkling cut jewels that draped my chest and wrists like lightning trapped inside amber. I’d never seen anything like it before. The gems, a gift from Erik, had belonged to his mother. He’d claimed, as he’d draped them around my neck, that he’d never thought to see them on another woman.

  He honored me, and I knew my mate. Knew what he’d gone through to let go of the pain of his past. Giving me the necklace was proof that he'd let go of the past, but yet have his mother live on. Seeing me wear what belonged to her kept her alive for him, even though she was long, long gone. He'd lost a family when his parents died, but he'd gained a new one. One with a future so bright it made my eyes tear.

  We were all three ready to move on now, to focus on what would come next.

  Rolf and Erik had run off on some secret business, but Gunnar stood beside me and I smiled up at him. He looked spectacular in his usual black, but the contentment I saw in his eyes when he looked down at me was my true joy.

  “You are so beautiful all I can think about is fucking you.”

  I burst out laughing. Oh, yes. That was my Gunnar. Blunt. Crude. So damn hot and demanding. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me, to my body, and he knew it. “Behave, Gunnar. It took the stylist over an hour to do my hair,” I teased him, but slid my hand into his, craving his touch.

  That small contact must have been enough, for he grunted and led me onto the dance floor. I didn’t know the steps, but he pulled me close and simply carried me around like a small girl as he followed the steps of the Viken dance. I felt his love, felt it differently than when I first arrived. Before, it had been a powerful protectiveness, yet it felt distant. Now, I knew he gave me everything. All of him.

  “I didn’t know you knew how to dance.”

  “I’m a simple man with simple needs.”

  I tried to make sense of that one. “And dancing is a need?”

  Gunnar grinned and lowered his lips so they caressed my ear as he replied, “No, love. Holding a beautiful woman is the need. Dancing is what I will suffer to hold you.”

  Ah, so, not so different from Earth men after all.

  I smiled and relaxed into his embrace as the music swelled around us. I paid no attention to where he led me, content to be in his arms until the music stopped.

  As the crowd parted, Gunnar set me on my feet before him and settled his hands on my shoulders. The stance was a blatant claiming, and I welcomed it. I was proud to be his. And I wanted every woman in the room to know he was mine. So very mine.

  And speaking of mine, where were my other mates? “Where are Erik and Rolf? They’ve been gone a long time.”

  “Ten minutes is not a long time.”

  I sighed. “It feels like longer.” I leaned against my mate, pressing my back to his chest and he held me, as I’d known he would, while the caterers, or cooks, or whatever the hell they called them on this planet rolled out a huge, pink-and-white birthday cake. The cake was as fancy and elaborate as any wedding cake I’d ever seen back home, with multiple layers, tiered dividers separating the entire confection into about twenty different sections.

  At the front was a small, round cake with bright pink flowers and one candle, for the birthday girl.

  “Setting fire to a candle and blowing it out is an odd birthing day tradition.”

  I smiled then, knowing Leah was the reason behind the solitary candle. “You don’t just blow out the candle. You blow it out and make a wish.”

  “And what do you wish for, my mate?”

  I had to think about that one for a minute. “I don’t know. I have everything I ever wanted.”

  Gunnar’s hold tightened in response as Leah and her three mates stepped out from behind a doorway that must lead to the royal quarters.

  The little princess was dressed in a fluffy pink dress. She had ribbons in her red hair and her cheeks were rosy to match her outfit. Her big blue eyes were glassy, as if she’d just woken from a long nap. She sat in her mother’s arms content and smiled at every new face as the Queen walked past.

  Little Princess Allayna was absolutely adorable. It was no wonder the people of Viken had united behind her claim to the throne.

  Her pudgy little baby hand reached up to one of her fathers, I couldn’t tell them apart yet, and he smiled at her but did not lift her from her mother’s arms.

  Leah looked small surrounded by her men. But she practically glowed with happiness and I knew every single one of her mates would die for her, kill for her, was completely and irrevocably committed to her.

  Just like mine were to me.

  Somehow, I’d gone from a shit life on Earth to the most amazing, fulfilling life I could have dreamed.

  I wrapped my arms around my stomach as I watched Leah wait for one of the Kings to light that little birthday candle. The Vikens around us broke out in their version of a birthday song and when it was over, Leah looked at me and nodded as she began singing the familiar Happy Birthday tune. Delighted to be part of merging old traditions with new, I sang along with her and cheered when Leah bent low and helped her little princess blow out the solitary candle.

  Cheers broke out and little Allayna clapped her hands and reached for her daddy. She didn’t care about birthday cake or presents. I doubted she'd even understand how to use the pencils and paper I got for her to start her off as a budding artist. She just wanted to be loved. Cuddled. Protected.

  Held.

  I wanted soft skin and baby giggles. I wanted to be a mother, so damn much. I wanted to watch a little one scramble and crawl all over a stoic Gunnar, laugh at Rolf’s teasing, and tug on Erik’s long hair, forcing him to play.

  Tears gathered in my eyes as I watched the happy family and my hands drifted low, over my abdomen, where I hoped to one day create a special, precious someone. Like Leah, it would not matter to me which of my mates was the biological father, for I loved them all.

  Gunnar noticed the position of my hands, of course, and his large ones shifted to wrap around me and cover mine, holding them in place when I would have dropped or moved them away. He always noticed everything I did, every move I made, every expression. Sometimes, I wondered if he could somehow sense my very heart beating.

  His breath was hot in my ear as he bent over me. “Do you want a child, Sophia?”

  I couldn’t lie. There was no reason to. “Yes.”

  Gunnar’s hands tightened convulsively over mine and a faint tremble passed through him where he pressed to my back. I turned around and wrapped my arms around him as the celebration resumed. The cake was cut, the sugary treat new to the people gathered. Judging from the delighted sounds of surprise around the room, Leah had just corrupted an entire planet.

  I wanted a piece of that cake. Badly. But I really wanted to know where the hell my other two mates were.

  When Gunnar tried to lead me back onto the dance floor, I pulled back. “No, Gunnar. Where are Rolf and Erik?”

  “They will return soon.”

  “So you said, but where did they go?” My patience was wearing thin. I was starting to feel like they
were keeping something from me, something bad.

  Had the VSS made a new threat? Was one of them injured?

  My heart raced and I tugged free of Gunnar’s hold. Turning on my heel, I took three steps before Gunnar’s hand wrapped around my waist, and the Queen’s voice carried over some kind of speaker system.

  “Sophia Antonelli of Earth. Please come forward and present yourself to the Queen of Viken.”

  Holy fucking shit.

  I froze. Gunnar chuckled, so I hit him in the chest. “You knew about this? What is going on?”

  He raised a brow and walked me toward the sound of the Queen’s voice. She’d moved sometime during the cake cutting and the dancing and I could just make out her head above the crowd on some sort of stage.

  In no time at all I stood before her and had no freaking clue what I was supposed to do. Bow? Curtsy—whatever the hell that was? Kneel? I’d never been formally presented to royalty before.

  I settled for a slight dip of my knees and what I hoped didn’t look ridiculous, but Leah just laughed and motioned for me to come up onstage and stand beside her.

  When I was up on the raised platform, I looked out over a crowd of hundreds of Viken citizens, all silent, waiting for their queen’s next words. I met Gunnar’s eyes, and the warmth and pride I saw there helped me relax enough to get air in and out of my lungs. I didn’t like being the center of so much attention. Ever.

  Leah locked her arm with mine and continued to speak. “My friends, this is Sophia Antonelli, mate to Gunnar, Erik and Rolf of Viken United. She came to us, like I did, as an Interstellar Bride from Earth.”

  Polite applause broke out, but lasted just a few seconds before silence settled once more. Leah took a deep breath.

  “Not long ago, those who wish to destroy the new peace we enjoy on Viken made an attempt on my daughter’s life.”

  Gasps and outrage filled the room, angry shouts mixed with shocked denials as Leah continued.

  “But this woman, this stranger, saved Princess Allayna’s life. She saved my life. And then, she bravely traveled to Central City and helped our royal guards track down the man responsible for the attack.”