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.”