Claimed by Her Mates(23)

He strode from the window to stand before me, his jaw clenched as tight as his fists.

“We aren’t. We wouldn’t.” I took a step closer to Drogan. I wouldn’t be intimidated.

“Then why are there hundreds of stealth arrows in the air, seeking human targets? Why are your explosive teams firing on the buildings here?”

I went to the window to confirm his words. Sure enough, those were stealth arrows used specifically by my sector.

“Sector Two is the only sector that uses programmable stealth arrows,” Tor growled. “What are you trying to do? Get out of the mating? Kill one of us? Or keep Leah—” he jerked his chin toward our mate, “—all to yourself?”

Leah stirred again, but didn’t fully wake. It showed just how hard we’d used her. Even being gentle, taking on three men was exhausting. Now, with a threat upon us, she looked entirely too soft, too vulnerable.

“If you didn’t want to do this, you should have said so before we fucked her,” Drogan added.

I stormed back to the window with Tor following. A swarm of black arrows hovered in the air, waiting to strike at any movement on the ground. Several of them were black with red tips, and would explode on impact. But they were not my arrows, not my men firing them. “Why would I do this? If I had wanted a mate, I would have said so. Neither of you would have protested in the beginning.”

“Yes, but that was before we saw her, before I fucked her,” Tor commented, glancing over his shoulder as Leah stirred. “My seed’s inside her now, just as yours is. She is mine, and I will not give her up.”

She woke with a small yawn and rubbed her face, then realized how exposed she was. With fumbling hands, she shifted up onto her hands and knees, tugging the blanket up around her body. Frustrated with the pillow she’d been resting upon, she tossed it out of the way.

With her body mostly covered, her hair tousled, and her pale flesh still pink from our attention, she looked more decadent and desirable than ever. The white sheet only emphasized the pale glow of her soft skin and the dark silken blood-red color of her hair. She looked around the room, holding the blanket to cover her breasts. “What’s going on?”

“Sector Two is attacking Viken United.”

Her eyes widened as she slid off the bed and walked over to us. “What’s Sector Two?”

She was covered from her chest down, only her slim leg peeked out as she walked. Her shoulders were bare, and I longed to kiss her there. Drogan grabbed her and pushed her behind him. “Stay away from the window.”

“It’s not fucking Sector Two,” I repeated. I ran a hand through my hair. “Think, brothers. We didn’t know the reason for the regent’s request until we got here. He told all of us together just before her transport.”

“What’s Sector Two?” Leah repeated.

“It’s where I’m from.”

Tor and Drogan paused and I pushed my advantage. At least they were listening. It’s more than would have happened before we’d shared a mate.

“Why would I plan something like this? Think strategically. Arrows are obviously Sector Two. If this were my attack, I’d be sure to use something else to deflect blame. Perhaps one of you has planned this and intends to implicate me.”

They glanced at each other.

“Someone is pretending to be from Sector Two to keep us at each other’s throats,” Drogan said.

That’s what I assumed. “If we are fighting each other, then Leah can’t be bred. The alliance of our three sectors would fail.”

We all glanced at our mate, tousled and well fucked where she peeked out from behind Drogan’s broad back.

“She could be with child now,” Tor commented. “We put enough seed in her.”

“Bred?” She stepped out from behind Drogan. “What do you mean by bred?”

Clearly women on Earth were not bred like on Viken.

“You are to deliver the one true leader of Viken,” Tor told her.

She came out from behind Drogan all the way. “So you fucked me because I’m a brood mare, because you want a child for some stupid alliance, and not because you wanted me?”

Hurt mixed with anger tinged her words. I saw the crushing defeat in her eyes and in the way she slumped her shoulders.

“I do not know what a brood mare is, but it does not sound good. We wanted you, Leah,” I said, taking a step closer. She retreated, looking away.

“God, men are the same wherever they are,” she grumbled. “I left Earth to get away from an asshole who wanted me as a possession and now I’ve got three of them.”

“We do not have time at the present to explain ourselves,” Drogan told her. “This is bigger than the regent’s plan, unless he knew of a deceit by the rebel factions or some new enemy.”