Claimed by Her Mates(42)

While she had enjoyed my tongue torturing her for the entire hour, she hadn’t been pretending when I told her she would be tied down and spread open for me, her every reaction monitored by the mentor. As I tied one knee open, then the other, she’d resisted, requiring me to spank her before we could even begin. The fact that she came from her spanking alone only added to her humiliation. But I rewarded her quite thoroughly with my tongue and fingers, the mentor praising my mate’s ability to submit.

The knowledge that she enjoyed our domination had Lev tying her to the bed or over the table on occasion to assuage her needs. Whatever she wanted, whatever her body craved, we gave her. We pushed her sexual boundaries and pleasured her into exhaustion every night.

“It has been a week, Leah, and we have delayed as long as we could.”

We stood over the bed where she lay, resplendent with her red hair and nothing else covering her curves. She sat up, no longer shy about her body.

“Oh?”

“You must be seen by the doctor. All new mates are seen on arrival for any signs of physical problems, but we stalled for you.”

“Your breasts are different,” Tor said.

Leah looked down at herself. I could see the change, too.

“Her nipples are larger,” Lev commented.

We moved as one to sit on the bed, surrounding her.

Sure enough, her nipples were a bright pink and the usually small circles were larger. They didn’t tighten into tight little gems as was normal, but remained puffy and full.

“Everything is larger.” Lev cupped a breast in his palm and looked to me. I cupped the other and sure enough, it was heavier. Fuller.

Leah’s eyes slipped closed as we played.

“We now have reason to see the doctor.”

Her eyes opened. “I do not need to see a doctor because my breasts are larger. It’s just PMS.”

“Larger… and more sensitive,” Lev commented, brushing his thumb over the nipple, ignoring me entirely.

We each added the changes we saw—and felt.

“Our seed has taken root,” I assumed.

Pride and very heady arousal coursed through my veins. We’d certainly fucked her enough. I felt virile and powerful at the early signs of her being bred.

She shook her head. “It is too soon. As I said, I’m sure it’s just PMS.”

“I do not know what this PMS is. If it is bad, you should have told us about it sooner,” I told her. Had she been unwell all this time and we hadn’t known?

“It’s not bad. It just means I’m getting my—”

Her face and neck turned a delightful shade of pink. Even after everything we’d done to her, all the ways we’d claimed her body, she could still be embarrassed.

“Your courses?” Tor asked.

Three very focused, slightly worried faces stared at our mate as she nodded.

“It’s not that,” I said, certain that she was carrying our child.

“It’s too fast for me to be pregnant. It takes at least two weeks to know,” she insisted.

“As for too fast, that might be true on Earth, perhaps.” I ran my hand over her still flat belly and thought of how it would soon be round. “On Viken, it takes four months from breeding to birth.”

Her eyes flared wide. “Four months?” She placed her hand over mine.

“That means—”

“That means we go to the doctor.”



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Leah



“You have done very well, Leah, allowing the mentors to believe you are resisting us. Despite how things appear, they are all quite… forgiving, as they want every Viken bride to be fully satisfied.”

Satisfied wasn’t the word I’d use to describe how my men had pleasured me. Overwhelmed. Dominated. Protected. Cherished. Loved…

“The physical exam, however, is… different.” Drogan glanced down at me as he led me toward the medical hut. It was larger than the others and set well back in the trees.

“Different?” Apprehension slowed my steps, but Drogan’s hand on my elbow kept me moving forward.

“Your body will be truly tested and analyzed. The doctors and mentors need to ensure that any problems between us are caused by mental limitations, issues of trust, and not physical maladies. They can accept that a new bride has a fear of her mate, or is not used to fucking, but they won’t accept a poorly made match or an undiagnosed medical problem. Remember, I am being tested by them as much as you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked as we stopped outside the door.

“A mate must guide his bride. If I do not pleasure you, if I do not cherish you, care for you and earn your complete trust, then I am at fault.”

Drogan tipped up my chin. “The medical exam is critical. We will be scrutinized. You will be pushed, prodded, and tested. Here, I do not believe your resistance will be feigned.”