Mated To The Vikens (Interstellar Brides Book 8)(36)

It was a struggle that would never end, and one I tired of. Now that I had a mate, my brothers Rolf and Erik, and a royal family I respected, I had no wish to return to the loneliness of my past. For once, I did not want to be alone. I wanted my mate, my family.

I wanted to track the bastard who’d tried to kill my mate and gut him so I could go home and enjoy Sophia. Protect her. Care for her. Make her fall in love with me. I wanted her to love me. I wanted her to look at me, not with fear or anxiety, but with love. Trust. Longing.

Fuck. I sounded like a woman, but perhaps it was worth it.

I squeezed Sophia’s side with that thought and she jumped, her gaze darting quickly to mine, then away.

“I know you told me what to expect, but I’m still nervous.”

Sophia was covered completely by a long cloak with a hood. Beneath, she wore nothing. While the dress of females in Central City was different than the long garments of those in the Sectors, neither was appropriate for going to the club.

A submissive or slave at Club Trinity, whether male or female, did not require clothing. “Good.”

She glanced up at me, her face not hiding her surprise.

“You should be nervous. If you weren’t, people would begin to question,” I clarified. “As long as you’re not nervous about being with me, then everything is fine.”

I stopped outside the large door. By looking at it, no one would know what was behind it, the mix of depravity, sensuality and submission that was within. Only a small plaque with the club’s mark, placed discretely to the right of the entrance, identified its location.

Leaning down, I murmured in Sophia’s ear, “Whatever you see, whatever you feel, remember, I will never leave your side. If you hear the man’s voice, you will give me the signal. Nothing more.”

We’d decided on a way for her to communicate that she’d heard the Viken responsible for her attempted murder. When she mentioned an interest in having a woman touch her, I would know the bastard was close. It was a complete lie since she had three men to touch and please. If her proclivities leaned toward an encounter with a woman, we would not deny her, but we knew this not to be the case. The matching proved it. And so it was the perfect signal. If she spoke the words, found the man we hunted, I would take care of the rest.

While she nodded, I repeated, “Your only job is to obey me, listen for his voice and signal when you hear it. Your part will be done. Nothing more.” I repeated the last, more for my benefit than hers since the four of us had gone over it again and again all day long. Erik and Rolf most likely felt like caged animals waiting for us to return.

Unfortunately, only members were allowed inside the club. Neither Rolf nor Erik would make it past the security check just inside the front door.

“All right,” she replied.

I arched a brow. “Have you forgotten so soon?”

She frowned as I waited patiently for her to remember the need for a formal address inside the club. “Yes, Sir.”

I gave one quick nod. “Good. From this moment on, you obey. If you don’t, the consequences will match the club’s protocol.” Spanking. Flogging. Humiliation. She was mine, but if she insulted another Master, with or without intending to do so, I would be forced to punish her accordingly.

Tugging on the door, I escorted my mate into my world. My old world.

The building was three stories tall. The main floor was meant for members to meet and mingle. With rich banquettes for seating that surrounded a dance floor in a semicircle, it was easy to watch and be watched. It was only when a connection was made that the new lovers might venture to the other floors.

Those from Sector One, where men liked to claim their mates while others watched, only need escort their lover through a doorway that led to the play area on the other side of the large room. There, floor-to-ceiling glass walls allowed everyone in the main room to see into three sizable playrooms. Within, members did anything they wanted while being watched. If that wasn’t enough, the room contained every possible tool or device for making anal play fun and wild.

I took a breath, imagined my mate bent over one of those benches as I inserted a plug in her ass and fucked her into submission.

As we entered the black-walled foyer to the club, the three-headed serpent, the same symbol burned into my flesh, rose as tall as I, the dark red outline shining like fresh blood on the floor as we approached the security checkpoint. The giant Viken warrior guarding the inner door was not one I recognized.

He looked at Sophia, his eyes lingered on my mate’s perfect pink lips until I stepped forward, breaking his eye contact with my beautiful mate.

The guard just grunted and grinned at me, without apology.