Mated To The Vikens (Interstellar Brides Book 8)(26)

“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I shouldn’t talk about other men when we’re…you know.”

Gunnar shook his head. “We need to know all your thoughts, Sophia. Everything about your body. No secrets. Since your orgasms belong to us now, we will know the truth.” He narrowed his eyes. “Then we will not speak of it again.”

“I’ve… I’ve never come with a man before.”

At her admission, Rolf’s chest all but swelled with egotistical pride.

“And you just came from only my seed touching your skin, my fingers playing with your nipples,” I added.

She blushed and bit her lip. “I know. I…I don’t understand.”

“It’s our connection, but also the seed power. With mates, it makes for a powerful connection. Desire will be strong, it will make you needy for more, for our cocks.”

“So you’re drugging me?” she asked.

I reached between us, coated my fingers, then lifted them to her mouth, slipped them in. She sucked on them, and knew she tasted the muskiness of her arousal mixed with the salty tang of Rolf’s seed. Her eyes fell closed and I could feel her body warm all over. When I slipped my fingers free, she licked her lips.

I shrugged in response to her question, grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up and over my cock. Slowly, but with her own weight helping, she impaled herself on me.

Her eyes flared wide. “Does it matter?” I asked. “It feels so fucking good. You feel so fucking good.” I gripped her ass and shifted her, remaining deep inside her as my cock brushed over new places inside her.

“I’m not going to last, Sophia. You turn us into randy youths.”

“I know,” Rolf said. “I’m ready for her again.”

“Wait your turn,” Gunnar growled.

Even through her lust-filled brain, Sophia laughed. “So you’re just as drugged with need as I am.”

I grunted, lifting her hips and then lowering her back onto me.

“Ride me, Sophia. Show us what feels good.” She looked at me with those eyes—fuck, those eyes—then started to move, lifting and lowering. Just watching her breasts sway and bob as she did so had my cock hardening impossibly fuller. Her arousal and Rolf’s seed slipped from her, coated my thighs. The thick and heady scent of fucking filled the air.

Her eyes fell closed as she moved, placing her hands on my shoulder for balance as she moved up and down.

“Look at me,” I said. Sweat slipped down my brow, slicked the skin between us.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“I want to see you when you come. Don’t look away.”

Her motions had been tentative to start, eager after that, then quickly became wild with abandon. I took hold of her already hard little nipples and tugged once again, pinched the tender flesh and watched her eyes narrow, saw the surprise there.

“Come all over my cock, Sophia. Milk the seed from me. Take it.”

Her eyes flared as I pinched just the slightest bit harder and she came. All the while her inner walls clenched and squeezed my cock, she kept her eyes on me. Her breathy little pants finished me off, my balls tightening, then shooting forth all the seed I’d been saving just for her. Thick and hot, it spurted into her, filling her and marking her as mine.

Our breathing was ragged as we came down from the delicious release. She was quickly learning that she would not get a tame little orgasm from her men. We would wring every bit of pleasure from her body. And we weren’t done.

Gunnar was next.



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Sophia



No wonder Leah was happy. These Viken warriors, were going to fuck me to death. The last orgasm Erik gave me had me practically blacking out. I didn’t care if it was the weird seed power that was doing it or if it was their magic cocks. I wanted more. With a loud hiss, Erik lifted me off his cock. A trickle of seed slipped down my legs. I fell back on the bed beside Rolf’s legs, sated and smiling. Every single nerve ending in my body was tingling. My pussy was sore yet eager for more.

Gunnar, with his intense dark gaze, watched me as I recovered. His hand slid up and down his impressive shaft. It was long and thick, a dark ruddy red with a large head. Perhaps he was building up the anticipation, perhaps it was him giving me a moment to catch my breath, but when he was finally ready, he reached out, grabbed my ankle and rolled me onto my stomach.

I felt his knee press down on the bed as he hooked an arm about my waist and pulled my hips back so I was butt up, head down.

“Oh, God,” I whispered into the blanket.

“Are you ready for more, Sophia?” he asked. I turned my head to look up at him.

He could just take me and he knew I was eager, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. He was asking permission. For what, I had no idea. Perhaps he wasn’t going to tell me. But I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. He’d showed me that by the way he’d protected me in the forest. He’d showed me time and again by his ridiculous well of patience. He showed me by checking in with me, confirming I wanted him. Wanted what he was going to do.