Her Viken Mates(36)

God, I was never going to get enough of this. Of them. And I was positive that wasn’t the seed power talking.

Liam and I were both breathing hard, our skin coated in sweat. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out and I felt his seed slip from me.

I felt myself being moved, rolled onto my back just as I’d imagined. But my eyes were closed and already I missed the exquisite pleasure mixed with the bite of pain. My ass was sore—he was big and I had been untried—and my bottom tingled from being spanked, but it morphed into a hot glow.

I didn’t open my eyes until I felt a cock sliding into my pussy. I was so wet, the penetration was easy. My eyes fluttered open and I met Rager’s dark golden gaze. He smiled at me, used his hands to caress my breasts, his touch gentle. Reverent.

“My turn,” he said. I smiled up at him and wrapped my hands around his wrists, holding him to me as I lifted my hips to take him deeper.

“Yes, Rager. Fill me up,” I demanded. My pussy had been too empty when the last orgasm hit me. Empty. The tissue so swollen, so tight, that I groaned and bit back a cry with even the soft slide of his hips. He was taking his time, my mate. “Too slow,” I protested, but he just laughed.

“I am a patient man.”

“I’m not,” Evon interrupted, shoving Rager’s hands off my breasts so his mouth could take their place. He worked my nipples, sucking them as Rager fucked me. One of Evon’s hands found its way down the bed to my ass and he pulled me open once more, taking my bare bottom in hand and pulling wide.

Rager sank deeper with a groan and lifted his hand to my opposite thigh, pushing me so that my pussy was spread open from both directions. “Gods, Evon. You’re a bastard.”

Rager’s neck corded as his cock leapt and jumped, coating me with his seed.

Evon didn’t even lift his head from my nipple, just smiled as he took it into his mouth. My back arched up off the bed and I buried my hands in Evon’s hair as Rager’s seed power hit me and a slow, rolling orgasm moving through me like melted caramel, slow and sticky and so damn delicious.

Evon lifted his head and grinned like a naughty little boy. “My turn.”

Before I could react, he took Rager’s place. His huge cock slid into me in one hard, fast stroke. Where Rager had been slow, languorous, Evon was the opposite, every thrust deliberately forceful, measured, demanding my body to respond. Both hands dropped to my abdomen and he used one set of fingers to stroke my clit as he moved, fucking me like a machine, driving me over the edge.

Pussy pulsing, I hooked my legs about his waist and locked my ankles behind him, holding him deep inside me as I exploded yet again.

When I caught my breath, my mate was staring down at me, devouring me with his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, mate. I’m going to make you come again.”

On either side of the bed, the other two watched as he started to move once more, desire and contentment in their gazes. I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive my mates, this pleasure, but as Evon kept his promise I thought this might be a good way to go.



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Bella, IQC Core Command Center



The curved workstation chair was padded, made for long hours without much movement. But I shifted regularly from side to side. My bottom was sore from too much…ummm…yeah. I wasn’t going to think about that right now. A bag of frozen peas would have helped, but I wasn’t going to ask for that, even if they knew what peas were.

Evon sat behind me as two IQC security officers monitored us, or rather, monitored me through the video system. I knew their cameras were pointed to watch every move of my fingers on their controls, every flicker and switch on the screen. I’d been at it for hours, my mind in that sacred place where things made sense without reason, where I saw patterns I shouldn’t be able to see, where information flowed into my mind and was processed on a nearly subconscious level.

Programmers and hackers alike lived for this moment, the moment when we became one with the machine, one with the strange language used to command it. There was no real way to describe the feeling when everything clicked, the unthinkable made perfect sense, when I could communicate with the system in an intuitive way that I could never explain.

I’d always been good with code, from my early teens I’d been able to make computers do what I wanted even though there were times that even I didn’t fully understand how I was able to do what I did.

Other times, my choices were deliberate and cruel, meant to break someone else’s design, crack their code open and make it bleed, strangle the system, force a program to self-destruct.

But now? God, with the NPU that Warden Egara had planted in my head? She’d told me the device was meant to integrate with the language center of my brain and act as a translator, helping me understand all the languages of the Coalition Fleet. Sure, I could understand my mates, even though some part of me knew they weren’t speaking English. But the code in my mind? The extra brainpower I now had available to process language and patterns? It was like I was the machine. The control I’d had before, to command a system to do exactly what I wanted it to do, was tenfold. Maybe more.