Claimed by Her Mates

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by Grace Goodwin


  Anger flared at what the regent required. Taking turns was one thing, but together? We hadn’t laid eyes on each other in thirty years and we were supposed to fuck her together?

  The regent held up his hand again. “The law is clear. You know that a mating union must join all parties as one. In your case, with the three of you as her mates, you must all claim her at once. Otherwise, the bond is not sealed and she will be forever shunned.”

  Tor crossed his arms over his chest, his body rigid. Clearly, he didn’t like that idea. “She will bear the child who unites the planet. How could she be shunned?”

  “If you do not do this properly, your mate will be the vessel of the child’s birth and nothing more. She will not be the ruling mother, or the mate of the sector leader. In her case, all three sector leaders. By law and custom, she will have been shunned by her mate. She will be banished.”

  I looked to my brothers, then at the regent. “We’ve been enemies our entire lives and you expect us to take her mouth, pussy, and ass at the same time for the mating union.” I saw interest in my brothers’ eyes, akin to how I felt. The idea was arousing, fucking a woman in any of those three ways, but I’d have to do it with men from sectors I’d been raised to dislike. Lev and Tor were my brothers by birth, but the people of Sector One were my people by blood and sweat and choice.

  “For the mating union, yes. To breed her, no. You must each fill her pussy with seed, at least until she is properly bred. Once that is done, you may share her in any way you wish. But to do so, to ensure her happiness, you will need to put aside your differences.”

  All three of us arched our right brow and glared at the old man. Making sure our women were happy was a matter of pride with a warrior. To imply that we, the leaders of the planet, would be unable to satisfy all of our bride’s needs was highly insulting. “You put us in different sectors to keep the peace, not to teach us tolerance. You kept us separated our entire lives and now you want us to pretend we are happy to fuck a woman together to ensure she is not shunned? To share a bride?”

  “I agree with Drogan. A woman isn’t going to solve our long-seated issues between sectors. Neither is a child.”

  “Well, sector leaders, I suggest you figure out how to unite the sectors, or all of Viken will fall to the Hive. You will lose everything. How precious your sector differences will be when you’ve all got so many neuro-processors implanted in your brains that you can’t remember your own names.” How the regent could remain calm was beyond me. I wanted to punch him in the nose for this alone. I wanted to pummel him for forcing all three of us to participate in this… insanity. For forcing our hands. For keeping the dangerous truth of our situation within the Interstellar Coalition a secret.

  “Does our mate know she has been matched to three men?” Lev asked.

  That was a good question and I looked to the regent.

  “She does not. Her match was to your combined profile, just as each of you—” he pointed to each of us, “—were matched to hers. As triplets with identical DNA, she’s matched to all three of you.”

  “Let me be clear, regent,” Tor said. He used his fingers to tick off each of his items. “We have a mate who does not know that she belongs to three warriors. We have to convince her to fuck each of us. We must breed her immediately to unite the planet. And we must stabilize the sectors so that more warriors and brides are sent to the coalition or we will be overrun by the Hive.”

  “Yes. The coalition has given us ten months to improve our numbers.”

  That was barely enough time to breed our new bride and have a new little one crawling. The babe wouldn’t be old enough to walk, and yet the child would be the acknowledged heir of all three planetary sectors.

  I groaned. “We also have to convince our bride to accept our seed—at the same time—so the mating union is achieved. No mate of mine will be banished.” Just breeding her was simple. We could fuck her any way we wished, but to achieve the mating union, we’d have to fuck her in all her holes at once. I wasn’t a nice man, but I’d never see a woman shunned. Any issues I had about fucking her with my brothers were not her fault.

  I didn’t force a woman either. How we were going to persuade an unwilling woman to take on three men was not going to be easy. Perhaps facing the Hive would be easier.

  “Nor mine,” Lev grumbled.

  Tor ticked off his last finger. “And we have to end thirty years of hatred and convince the planet to stand together.”

  When Tor explained all of that, it seemed an impossible task.

  “How do we know she was not mated to another and you are using this as a way to manipulate us, to affect the balance of power between sectors?” I added.

  At my question, my brothers pulled their shoulders back and loomed over the man.

  “As you say, she would not have been sent here by her home world without being matched by the processing protocol.” He sighed. “If it concerns you so greatly, I will summon other men to this room and she will be forced to choose you from among many.”

  “Only one of us,” I said, ensuring that the woman made an impartial choice. If she were truly matched to one of us, the connection would be powerful and immediate. I’d forgotten that, so there was hope that she’d be inclined to our demands to fuck… immediately. I would not trust the match until our bride proved she was capable of feeling that connection.

  The regent dipped his head respectfully. “Very well. As she believes she’s only matched to one man, you will need to decide which of you will stand in the line. Remember, do what you must once you claim her. All three of you must coat her with your seed. Without the link and power of the seed power, the others will want her. They will try to take her from you.”

  Once a man’s seed filled a woman’s pussy, the bonding began. The chemicals in a Viken male’s seed were powerful. Our bride would crave it, need it. In return, the man to whom she bonded would feel the constant urge to claim her, to protect her and renew the bond. That was the natural connection between a Viken man and his mate. But a few months without exposure to the bonding chemicals in a male’s seed, and the woman’s body would become receptive to the claim of another.

  No woman of mine would ever suffer the loss of my seed bond. I would fuck her hard, and often. I would taste her pussy with my mouth as my seed filled her throat. I would—

  “You think others will try to defy us by claiming our mate?” Lev asked. Until she chose one of us from the lineup, she was considered available. Any man powerful enough to take her from us could try to claim her.

  “If she chooses one of us, then the match is true. She belongs to no one but us.” Tor’s words confirmed that he protected what was his. Lev nodded his agreement.

  “The match is true. She will choose one of you,” the regent said. He was very confident. Confident enough for me to believe he wasn’t lying. If he were, this woman could choose any random Viken man in the room who would fuck her. He’d have seed power over her and the ability to breed her, not the three of us. His plan for one true leader would not occur.

  “Surely this woman has been fucked before,” Lev said. “Won’t she be longing for the Earth man’s cock she left behind? Won’t she be suffering withdrawal of his seed?”

  The regent shook his head. “Earth men do not have this connection with their mates. Their seed is not as potent as ours. This is in your favor. An Earth woman matched to three Viken men. Combined, your seed power will have a level of potency she can’t imagine. Do your job, men, and do it well. Claim her, fuck her, fill her with your seed. Breed her. If, as you put it, you can’t find unity between the three of you, go back to your sectors. Your mate will be banished once she gives birth. The child will rule. This petty feuding will end and we will take our rightful place as a fully protected member planet of the coalition once more. Nothing else matters.”

  The man had no sympathy for our individual desires. He was only thinking of the planet’s stability. Not mine or my brothers’ personal interests
, and certainly not the wants or expectations of this woman we’d been matched to. Just like at our birth, we three brothers were casualties of circumstance once more. While Lev, Tor, and I could go back to our sectors if we did not agree to this shared mating, she would be ruined. Any child conceived would be ripped from her and from the mates who denied her. She would suffer for months from the strong, desperate pull of seed power from not just one man, but three.

  It was not a fate I wished on any female, and particularly not one I was responsible for. Not one I had bred and claimed as my bride. A woman was to be protected and sheltered, pleasured and dominated. Not used, her trust gained, her obedience earned, only to be discarded by the mate she had been taught to serve. I glanced at my brothers. Could we overcome our differences to protect a female we had not met?

  A bright light filled the room centering over the large table.

  “Ah, her transport has begun.” The regent looked giddy, a huge smile and expectant hop to his steps.

  We all stepped back and watched as a woman slowly materialized on the table. Once the transport was complete, the blinding wash of light disappeared, leaving her unconscious form on the hard surface. We stepped closer to look at her, my eyes took a few seconds to adjust after the bright flash of her transport.

  She wore a long dress typical on Viken. The material didn’t hide her lush curves—very full breasts and curved hips. Her hair was dark red, the deepest color in a fire. It was unbound and lay in thick curls across the wood. Her lashes were long and rested against her pale cheeks. Her lips were a lush pink, plump and full and my cock pulsed at the idea of having them curved around it.

  This was our mate? I glanced at my brothers whose expressions matched the awe I felt.

  “You still feel it will be a hardship to fuck this woman? To be mated to her? To breed her?” The regent’s words were intended to mock us, but instead highlighted the way each and every protest I had disappeared at the sight of her ripe body and beautiful face. I wanted her. I wanted my cock in her mouth and my hand striking her bare ass. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed and watch her kneel at my feet, naked and ready to be claimed.

  No. Fucking her would be no hardship. My cock hardened at the sight of her, and she wasn’t even conscious. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tor adjust himself. It was a good thing we were instantly drawn to her, for nothing less than the fate of the planet rested on our ability to fuck this woman and fuck her well.

  * * *

  Tor

  We’d been called to the Viken United headquarters, not for a sector meeting, as I’d been told, but because my brothers and I were now forced by a threat to the planet to come together and breed a female assigned not just to me, but to my identical brothers as well. I knew I’d have to find a mate someday, but I had always believed it would be in my own time and a female of my own choosing. I’d also assumed my mate would be mine and mine alone. It seemed, as Regent Bard put it, fate intervened.

  Here before me was the most beautiful female I’d ever seen, sprawled out on the table where the planet’s boldest decisions were made. Perhaps she was one of the regents’ boldest decisions. She would unite the sectors and bring supposed peace to the planet once again. She would inspire young warriors to war and virgin brides to offer themselves as mates. Her child would rule the planet when I and my brothers were long dead.

  Separating my brothers and I had not united the planet. We were nothing but a temporary respite from all-out war. Our royal blood and our family’s long history of fair and just rulers had calmed the planet enough for a tenuous peace to have taken hold. But separating us when we were mere infants had made us less than brothers. We had each been formed by the customs, biases, and beliefs of our specific sectors, nothing else. I was supposed to share this female with two men—brothers, even—I didn’t know. We looked the same, but that was all. The regents expected us to share a mate. Share!

  I had already been denied what should have been mine by right. In Sector One, where I ruled, family was all. Your worth was measured in the strength and honor of your family. I had none. My royal blood was all that had saved me from the life of an outcast among my own people. But even my blood had not been enough to save me from the taunts of cruel children, from the lonely reality of sitting alone at all major events. I was alone, always alone, and deemed vulnerable in a society where a familial shield ensured survival.

  The isolation had made me strong, and I did not regret my life. But now, faced with creating a family of my own, I did not want to share my only family with two men I barely knew. I did not want to share the time or attentions of the female. If she was truly mine, as the regent claimed, I wanted her all to myself. I found that I was greedy for her love, her lust, her body. I wanted everything.

  Looking at the lush curves of her ass and hips, I hardened at the idea of taking her in the ass, of stretching her and claiming her in all ways. Once I planted my child in her womb, I would then load her rounded ass with my seed, ensure her addiction to me, to my touch and to my cock. I wanted her to crave me entirely.

  I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and carry this female to a quiet room and teach her how to fuck. I didn’t doubt that my brothers would treat her well. Regardless of the political disagreements, all Viken men took care of their females and children. The women were protected and sheltered. A mate was cherished and valued as the most important thing in a man’s life.

  That, and that alone, was why I’d avoided a mate until now. I was not ready to make a female my everything. But now, now that I saw this… Earth female, things changed. I could see her heart thrumming against the long column of her neck. I could see the plump curves of her breasts above the neckline of her dress. I could imagine the silkiness of her red hair sliding through my fingers. Hell, I could even smell her. Something floral and clean. I wondered what she tasted like, if her pussy would be as sweet as the rest of her.

  I adjusted my cock in my pants. There would be no relief until I was buried deep inside her.

  “Do you still wish to have her choose you from a group?” the regent asked, his long gray robes billowing around his ankles as he turned to me.

  I glanced at my brothers, who nodded. There was no denying the connection, but politics was ruthless. “Yes.”

  We had to ensure that this plan was valid, that the woman was truly ours. Testing the match would be the confirmation we needed, although I felt the pull by just looking at the female before us.

  “Very well. I will organize the selection and return.” Regent Bard nodded in my periphery, then walked from the room, the silent and forgotten Gyndar following.

  “We don’t even like each other. How are we going to do this?” Drogan asked. He ran his hand through his slightly shorter hair in a gesture I recognized. I’d just done it a moment ago.

  “Didn’t they have triplet females on Viken that we could each have?” I leaned forward and placed my hands on the table. “It would solve the problem as easily as claiming one female,” I added.

  “The regents want one child, not three. One new leader,” Lev clarified.

  “Fuck,” Drogan murmured.

  The regent’s plan was sound. He’d matched us to a female from another planet who could not return. Looking upon her, my cock stirred. I imagined my brothers’ did as well. Once our seed was upon her, how could we deny the lust we would feel? She would be bound to us permanently, the scent of our seed in her system a siren’s call to our senses. If we rejected her after she was bred, refusing the mating union, there was a very high probability she would go mad. We might not like each other, but we’d never hurt a woman. It would be better to kill her outright than to let her suffer with the call of three powerful Viken males’ seed power unfulfilled.

  Lev took a step closer to the table, studying our new mate. “How are we going to fuck her?”

  Drogan and I moved closer until we all three stood over her, staring down with… awe. An argument was inevitable.

  “I’ve
heard men from Sector One like to fuck in public,” Lev said, looking to me.

  There was truth there. Fucking in my sector was not necessarily a private affair. Family ties were important. Sometimes, if a male wanted to breed his mate, and they wanted the child to be welcomed with open arms, he claimed her, impregnated her publicly. If a female suffered and needed her mate’s seed, if the need was great enough, he took her whenever and wherever she needed him. A mate’s needs came above all else.

  I was accustomed to being watched, to watching others, so if I had to witness my brothers fucking, it would not be a hardship. What would be difficult was to watch them fuck her.

  “Sector Two men need to tie a mate down in order to get her beneath him,” I countered.

  Lev’s jaw clenched. “We do not bind our women to rape them. There is pleasure in the taking, and the women eagerly submit.”

  “She is bound. She has no choice,” Drogan added.

  Lev looked ready to kill. “She wants to be bound, to submit.” He turned to Drogan. “Why are you so bothered by what we do in Sector Two? Sector Three men eat pussy like it’s candy. I’ve heard you prefer eating pussy to actually fucking.”

  Drogan grinned, not bothered at all by Lev’s statement. “We do enjoy a nice wet female, sometimes for hours.” Drogan’s eyes darkened with the same lust I was feeling as he stared at our new mate. “I can’t wait to get my mouth between her thighs and taste her. To use my tongue over her little clit ring and bring her to orgasm again and again. To hear her beg.” He leaned over and inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his lungs. “I will taste her until she screams, and then I will fuck her until she screams for more.”

  Our bickering stopped as we all seemed to be lost in our personal fantasies. It was obvious to me that we all had an identical reaction to the female. I looked, and I lusted. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her home, strap her down in the town square, and fuck her with the entire town watching me plant my seed in her womb.

 

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