I watched as his foot kicked the door shut behind him right before he slid me carefully down his body to stand before him. I swear I felt every hard inch of him on the way down.
I looked up at him again as I held onto his forearms for balance. I could barely breathe, my longing to taste him was so intense. I studied his lips as he spoke, hoping he would lean down and claim my mouth with his own, needing to feel like I belonged to him. Only to him.
“I am Drogan, your match.” Slowly, with his hands on my shoulders, he turned me around to face…
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, my eyes widening.
“These are my brothers. They belong to you as well.” Before me stood two more men, identical to Drogan. Triplets? Holy shit. No. Not three—
“I am Tor. Your match.”
“I am Lev. Your match.”
I spun to the side so I could see all three of them, my head turning back and forth as if I were watching a tennis match. Tor had long hair. Lev, short. Drogan in the middle. They were all dressed like Viking warriors: Lev with a bow and arrows across his back, Tor with a spear and shield, and Drogan with a sword. I felt like I was Little Red Riding Hood with three wolves who all wanted to eat me alive. While I was completely confused and overwhelmed, I felt the connection become even stronger.
“Identical triplets?” I squeaked. I’d never seen identical triplets. Handsome, male identical triplets. Seeing three such gorgeous men was akin to seeing a unicorn. These three were matched to me. Of all the people in the universe, these hot guys were mine to choose from. Three. I didn’t want three men. Just one. I only needed one.
They nodded in response to my question.
“There are slight differences between us. I have a scar,” Lev said as he pointed to his eyebrow. A white line bisected his eyebrow.
“I have a sector marking.” Tor rolled up the sleeve of his shirt to show me the dark band that circled his arm. A tattoo. It looked like something tribal from Earth.
“I do not have any distinguishing feature, but our hair length should help you tell us apart,” Drogan added.
“I can’t… be matched to all three of you.” But I was. I knew deep down that I was because I felt the same attraction, the same pull with all three of them. It wasn’t just with Drogan; the longing I felt to be touched by Drogan was now an ache to be touched by all three men. Lev and Tor’s pull on me was equally strong, and terrifying. “Which one of you gets me?”
“We have the same DNA. While three different men, we are biologically the same,” Lev explained.
“So which one of you is my match?” Perhaps this was some kind of test. Perhaps they would decide now which one was my mate and the others would go home.
They stepped closer.
“Gets you?” Lev asked, arching his scarred eyebrow.
“The one who keeps me. Did you decide or do I choose one of you, or what?”
They moved in so they all stood directly before me, towering over me as the top of my head barely reached their chins. If I lifted my hand, I could reach out and touch them. Their bodies shadowed the light from the windows and I felt very, very small.
“We decided,” Tor said and my shoulders sagged with relief. I could not choose. I could not. The pull I felt for each of them was simply too strong. Better to let them choose and simply accept whichever brother claimed me.
“We’re all keeping you.”
I took a step back. Had I heard them correctly? All three—
“You can’t all… I mean surely…” I couldn’t get the words out. I didn’t understand. It made no sense that they would all want me. On Earth this would never be allowed; the morality council would arrest me for even thinking such lascivious thoughts. “I can’t be with all three of you. It’s not done. It’s illegal,” I whispered.
Lev shook his head. “There is no law that says a woman cannot be shared. Besides, we’ve been matched to you. The match is legally binding in itself.”
“I could request another,” I said quickly.
They descended upon me again and I retreated until my back bumped into the wall. “You won’t.” Drogan’s dark eyes locked with mine and my heart pounded so hard I feared it would leap from behind my ribcage onto the floor.
How dare they be so big and bossy! “Oh?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “And why is that?”
“Because unlike most females through the bride program, you have three men who are matched to you. Three. The connection is very powerful with just one mate. With three, I imagine it is almost keen.”
He enunciated the last as their hands lifted and they touched me. Tor’s hand stroked over my hair, Lev and Drogan touched my shoulders and slid their hands down my arms. Keen wasn’t the word for it. It was razor sharp, intense, hot, searing. Oh, hell, I had no idea what it was. I just knew I’d never felt it before and I… I liked it.