Mated To The Vikens (Interstellar Brides Book 8)(33)

“Oh my God.” Sophia jerked her wrists against the restraints. “I didn’t know. I…”

She looked at Erik but I answered her. “Shh, they’ll see how beautiful you are, how you give us the most incredible pleasure. They will be jealous of us, your mates.”

“I am proud of you as our mate and I wish for everyone to see you. Rolf does too. He finds immense pleasure in sharing you. Not by touch,” Erik added.

“Never,” I growled. “They can see how gorgeous you are, how perfect you are for us, but nothing more. Ever.”

“The rule again. No one exists but us. If you look at anyone else, you’ll be spanked.”

I watched as she considered our words, the possibility of being seen, before she relaxed into the straps. Gave over.

“Gunnar will be touching you at the club. It will be crowded. Eyes will be on you. Watching you love whatever Gunnar does to you. They’ll see you come and be envious of him.”

Erik walked around our mate, petting her for everyone watching to see. Sector One’s fixation on public displays of ownership, of a mate’s ability to bring his female pleasure, were the talk of the other sectors. The only thing Erik might love more than the three warriors staring down at us from across the courtyard on the third level was taking Sophia in the ass, and that was coming. Soon.

“Open up,” Erik said, nudging her full lips with the dripping head of his cock. His pre-cum coated her skin and I watched as it seeped in, as she flicked her tongue out to lick it up.

“Oh,” she moaned, the seed power settling over her like a warm blanket. It would help her with her nerves, with any apprehension she had. It was all right for her to be nervous, for we would push her boundaries. But fear, no. Never.

Widening her mouth, she took the broad head of Erik’s cock and then part of his shaft. Erik’s breath hissed out as he put a hand on her cheek, then began to move in and out of her, not very deep to allow her time to adjust. He wasn’t small and the angle was surely new for her.

I wasn’t going to just stare at them. No. I was going to prepare her to take all of us at the same time, then fuck her.

“So smooth, love,” I commented, sliding my finger over the now bare outer lips of her pussy. “Feel that?”

She moaned, for it had to be extra sensitive. Her pussy was gorgeous, so pink and wet and swollen. So eager.

Picking up the small butt plug, I squeezed some lubricant onto the hard object, coating it thoroughly. Then I placed my slick fingers at her back entrance and circled, spreading the slick ointment. Coating her in it.

She bucked at my touch, but couldn’t speak, for she had her mouth full. Very full.

“Ever had your ass fucked, love?” I murmured, continuing to circle and press slightly against her tight hole.

Her head shook from side to side ever so slightly.

“We’ll take you here, play with you, fill you. You’re going to love it. I promise.” I looked down between her spread legs, saw wetness slipping from her as I was able to breach the tight ring of muscle and slip just the tip of my finger into her.

“All three of us are going to fuck you at once. Ah, love, you’re so good at sucking cock,” Erik growled.

“One of us in your mouth, one in your pussy, and another in your ass. Fucking you, filling you. Loving you.”

Pulling the finger free, she moaned, but I pressed the plug to her and started working it in. With the lube, it wasn’t hard to do, for the plug was small and her eagerness even surprised her. When it settled into place, I watched as her free hand came up and cupped Erik’s balls, eager for more.

“Oh, no, love.” Erik, while I knew he loved her hand on him—my balls tightened in jealousy—couldn’t allow her to have what she wanted in this. Not this time. Oh, we’d give her the chance to take charge, to touch us, play with us, but not now. She needed to learn that we would give her her pleasure, the way it was done at Club Trinity.

Erik put her hand into place, strapped it in, tested the comfort of it, all the while Sophia eagerly sucked on his cock.

“Fuck,” he whispered at her voraciousness.

I couldn’t wait any longer. She’d given over so beautifully that I couldn’t hold back. Lining my weeping cock up to her entrance, I slid right in.

She moaned as I filled her, the fit so tight with the plug.

Once I settled all the way in, I looked up at Erik. His jaw was clenched, but his hand on her cheek was gentle.

“Ready?” I asked. He nodded once.

“Ready, Sophia?”

She tugged at the bonds on her hands, but moaned and settled.

Erik and I moved our hands to the straps on the swing, gripped them, then began to rock the swing ever so gently.