Free Preview – Viken Command
Whitney, Trixon Resort Transport Room, Planet Viken
The wrenching pain of transport faded, and I blinked, trying to gain my bearings. I wasn’t a triathlete. I didn’t run stairs for fun or wrench and twist my body through space to travel to other worlds.
Until today.
Pushing up with my arms, I lifted my torso off the ground to look around. Perhaps it was best that I was lying on a cold, hard platform of some kind. Soft, silken fabric wrapped around me, and I looked down to find myself covered to my ankles in a shimmering gown that looked like dark chocolate candy against my mocha-colored skin. I could feel I had no bra or panties beneath, but when I glanced up and locked gazes with the three males devouring me with their eyes, I doubted I would need them.
Holy crap. They weren’t just any males. They were Viken and were as different as light and darkness. One stepped forward, his deep auburn hair pulled back and tied at the base of his neck. He looked like a Viking warrior of old, his fair skin, soft brown eyes, and red hair reminding me of the hot warriors I’d seen on a cable show I watched last year. But his uniform was pure outer space, Star Trek-style shit. Dark brown, a band of some kind around his arm and a space gun at his hip.
Yes, a space gun. Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.
He walked toward me and took a knee, holding out his hand. “I am Alarr, your mate.”
His hand was steady. Mine was not. I shook like a leaf as I pushed off the floor and accepted his help to rise. His touch was warm. Strong. I imagined those long, thick fingers working me over, and I shivered. I’d been on the planet for ten seconds, and I was already thinking about sex.
He smiled at me. “I am pleased to see you in the color of my sector. You are very beautiful, mate.”
“Get our mate a cloak. Now.” I turned at the sharp command and saw a fierce-looking male with military short blond hair and eyes that saw right through me. His look made me shiver again, my nipples hardened, and my pussy clenched with remembered pleasure.
It had not been him in the dream, but someone similar, a male whose voice demanded compliance. Dominance. And while I was on the other side of the universe, I’d woken up from my testing no more than thirty minutes earlier, the sounds and feelings from the testing still flowing hot and wild in my blood. And that voice. Shit. He was hot.
I met his gaze and shivered again. No. Cold. Like ice. Ice that burned.
Warden Egara knew exactly what she was doing to us brides, didn’t she? Get us hot and bothered with the processing dream, then ship us off to hot, virile alien warriors with lust in their eyes and cocks as hard as rocks.
Both Alarr and the blond male were not even trying to hide their interest. Nor the way their cocks bulged beneath their pants. And as much as the intensity from the blond male made my pussy clench, I was grateful to have Alarr’s hand in mine, his calm, firm staid assurance that things with the ice man wouldn’t go too far.
I’d never been pushed out of my comfort zone when it came to sex. But I knew that was going to change, and the thought both thrilled and terrified me.
What the hell had I done? Given up my life on Earth, walked away from my apartment on the coast, the beach, the sand. Walked away from a family who’d ruined everything. Taken a chance. Started over.
Started over. Remember that. No rules. No history. Just me.
And them. My mates. All three of them.
Alarr led me to stand before the second male, his eyes were like blue ice, his focus on me, but it was Alarr who spoke. “Mate, this is Oran, your second mate. He, too, will protect you and see to your pleasure.”
Oran took my hand and bent low, placed a kiss on the inside of my wrist, a kiss that sent a ripple of awareness up and down my spine. Heat, not cold, spread from the small place he touched. “Hello, mate.”
He lifted his gaze, taking me in inch by inch. He lingered on my round hips, my full breasts where the fabric clung like a second skin. When his gaze reached my lips, I swayed toward him, unable to resist the invitation I saw in his eyes.
Holy shit. These guys were fire. Pure fire. I was in big, big trouble. And that testing dream? It had been like a warm-up porn flick.
He pulled me into his arms and placed a soft, tender kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I must go, mate. I have to report for patrol. Alarr and Teig will take care of you until I return.”
Oddly disappointed that I wasn’t going to get all three of them now, like right fucking now, I turned my head slightly and kissed him on the lips. Softly. Quickly. “Can’t you call in sick?”
Shameless. I was totally and completely out of my damn mind, and I didn’t care. I should have just nodded, taken a little time to adjust to… everything, but I ached. I was seriously horny for three hot aliens.
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