“I haven’t denied you anything,” I countered. “I fucked three strangers within minutes of my transport.” As mortified as my mother would have been with me—she’d have rolled over in her grave if she knew—I’d loved every minute of it. I stared out over the horizon to my right, watched the two large moons begin to rise like silent, golden discs in the darkening sky. A handful of stars appeared among the clouds, but I did not recognize any of them. The heavy weight of water in the air grew colder as their large orange sun set to my left, the chill seeping through the blanket to give me goosebumps. I felt my nipples pebble, but ignored them. I did not need that kind of distraction right now, not with Lev staring at me like he wanted to pounce on me and fuck me senseless.
He angled his chin in my direction. “Remove the sheet and lift your dress. I want to see your pussy.”
Staring at him wide-eyed, I screeched, “What? But it’s cold.”
“I thought you would not deny me. If you do not wish to be punished, obey me now. Show me your pussy.”
While I liked that he was eager for my body, I wasn’t ready to go there, so I asked instead, “Aren’t people going to wonder about identical triplets wandering around this so-called recalcitrant mate center?”
Lev raised his eyebrow, sighed, but answered my question. “They won’t see three men; they’ll only see one. No one there knows who we are, no one knows that we are triplets. I assure you, everyone at the center will be… preoccupied with their own interests.”
I could only imagine what they would be preoccupied doing. Fucking. Tying women down and making them scream with pleasure. Making them beg. My clit pulsed around that tiny ring at the idea.
“We won’t go out in public together as a group,” he continued. “You will be with one of us at all times, but the four of us will only be together in the confines of our fuck hut.”
“Fuck hut? Seriously? Is this world so primitive?” I felt like I’d gone back in time. “I’d always assumed Earth was the least advanced planet, with the most primitive men.”
“We are much more advanced than Earth, I assure you. We just choose a simpler way of life.”
“Like the canoe.”
“Like the canoe,” he repeated. “Now show me your pussy.”
He was a very focused man.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Your disobedience has already earned you a spanking, so if you refuse further, it will only make the punishment longer.”
“You’re making me expose myself to you!”
He grinned. “I am. But you are going to like it. I promise.”
“You will spank me if I don’t do as you say?”
He laughed then, tilting his head up toward the sky exposing his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m going to spank you either way, mate.” His grin was wicked when he looked at me. It was as if he couldn’t wait to do so. I glanced down at his lap. Based on the thick bulge pressing against the front of his pants, he was very eager. “The decision is yours as to whether you want to come when I do it.”
He seemed to be a patient man, for I took my time considering. I glanced up at the Viken sky, then at him. His watchful gaze returned as he rowed effortlessly, the muscles in his shoulders and arms shifting as he did so. Water trickled off the end of the oar, the wind blew my hair over my forehead. It was so calm. So simple. But was it?
Yes, I’d let three men take me, but this, this seemed different, more intimate somehow. He wanted this—no, demanded it—and I had to decide if I would give in. My mind was telling me no, but my body, God, my body was saying yes. Perhaps he was a mind reader, for he started talking, even though he kept his eyes on the scenery.
“My cock is rock hard. It could be the seed power, but I want you. Drogan got to taste your pussy and my mouth is watering to do so. I wonder if you’re as sweet as I imagine. I’ve heard that when a female first comes in contact with her mate’s seed, the need is powerful. It supposedly fades some over time, but that will take years, if not decades.”
Decades of feeling like this? I licked my lips at his decadent words. Wouldn’t they get tired of me?
“Your nipples must be hard and your clit… your clit must be engorged and very sensitive with the ring there. I bet every time you shift, the ring makes you more desperate to feel my mouth tasting your pussy.”
I flung the sheet off me, too warm wrapped in it and my long dress after his dirty words. A smile curved his lips but he didn’t comment on my surrender.
“Your own juices and our seed must be coating your thighs now.” He turned his head to look at me. Piercing me as if I were struck by one of those arrows. “Show me, Leah.”