Mated To The Vikens (Interstellar Brides Book 8)(31)
That made sense.
“What if he can’t?” I asked. “I’m not doubting Gunnar, but bad guys are slippery. They cover their tracks. What if he can’t learn the truth?”
“Then you will have to be undercover.”
“Undercover?”
The washcloth moved up and over my breasts, cleaning them with much more attention than they probably needed.
“A training submissive. Gunnar will have to take you into the club . Unfortunately, he is quite well-known there. He will have to perform a scene with you.”
My eyes fell closed as Rolf plucked my nipple through the washcloth.
“A scene? What kind of scene?”
I heard the wet slap of the washcloth against the edge of the tub.
“Bondage, service sex such as sucking Gunnar’s cock, punishment, anal. There are many possibilities.”
“But I’ve never done those kinds of things,” I countered, blinking down at my mate. Both hands now cupped my breasts, played and tugged at my nipples. I gasped at one sharp pinch.
Rolf stared up at me, and the look in his eyes made me nervous. “If you prefer, Gunnar can do a scene with another woman in the club. Sometimes, the submissive is forced to watch, and not participate.”
“So, I would have to sit there and watch Gunnar have sex with someone else?”
Rolf dropped his eyes to my thighs as the scene floated in my mind. Gunnar with another woman’s mouth on his cock, taking his seed. Gunnar thrusting into another woman’s body as I knelt on the floor, helpless and silent, watching my mate fuck another woman. “No. I don’t want him touching anyone else.”
Rolf grinned up at me, but it was not a happy grin. “Gunnar will be pleased. We discussed this at length before he left. He believes you would be unaffected.”
“Does he want another woman?” The thought made my heart hurt, and I’d only known him for one damn day.
“No, love.” Rolf lifted a finger to my lips to silence my protest. “It was agreed, Erik and I will prepare you, get you ready for the club.”
“Prepare me?”
Rolf moved closer to me, slid his hands down my belly, over my hips to cup my pussy.
“First, we will shave you here. I like this little bit of fluff you have—”
“It’s called a landing strip.”
He looked up at me with a quirked brow. “For a fighting ship?”
I bit my lip. I’d never really thought about the name for the waxing style. “I guess so. I think it’s to make sure a man knows where to go.”
Rolf laughed then. He was so quick to do so and I enjoyed that about him. But that didn’t mean he was any less virile or insistent.
“It has to go. You will need to have a smooth and bare pussy for Trinity.”
Huh. Okay, I guess that was fine.
He cupped me again.
“Instead of telling you, why don’t we show you?”
I smiled at the way he was looking up at me, all wicked boy.
“Good idea.”
“Erik!” Rolf called. He cupped my pussy, slipped his finger through my folds and then into me. I gripped his shoulder so I didn’t fall over.
My other mate came into the bathroom.
“Is she clean?” he asked.
“Not for long,” Rolf countered. “She is ready.”
Erik grunted, then came over and held out a hand. “Come, love. Let’s get that pretty pussy all shaved, then I’ll lick all that newly smooth flesh. We’ll see just how sensitive you are.”
“She just got wet,” Rolf added, taking his finger from me and putting it in his mouth. “And I’m going to lick that pussy, not you,” he growled.
No seed power was involved in making me hot and horny this time. Just Rolf’s skilled hands.
As I stepped from the tub and Erik dried me off, I said to them, “This shouldn’t be too bad.”
Little did I know that when Erik was eating me out just a little while later, I would be eating my words.
***
Rolf
Erik made quick work of making sure our mate’s landing strip was removed. Her bare skin was smooth as glass and her smelled like flowers. Surely it would make everything more sensitive for her, if that were even possible.
Her hair was still wet and slicked back from her face, making her eyes look bigger, her face more delicate. She was truly beautiful, and brave. Perhaps even a little embarrassed having the two of us see her so intimately, yet touch her in a way that was much more clinical than passionate. But that would change. Now.
Erik’s dark hair was wet as well, and I knew he’d planned to work out with the new guard recruits early this morning. He must have bathed in the guard quarters.
No matter. Our mate couldn’t take her eyes off him as he stripped out of his uniform. Her breasts rose and fell and her long, shapely legs were already spread open in welcome.