Mated To The Vikens (Interstellar Brides Book 8)(40)

Gods. I’d never experienced such pleasure. She rubbed the base of my cock with her tongue, holding me in place. Sucking like she’d never get enough.

I threw my head back and fought off the orgasm drawing my balls into tight, painful spheres between my legs.

Her bare bottom called to me, so round and perfectly curved. So fucking beautiful.

Twisting, I reached beneath her and grabbed her nipple, twisting and pulling gently as I swung the paddle, bringing it down on her naked ass.

The crack of it filled the room, and left me feeling empty. Detached.

She jerked and cried out around my cock. I withdrew, forcing her to take a breath, but she shifted her head almost immediately, sucking me down once more. Her back arched, shoving her breast into my hand and raising her ass in the air for another hot strike of the paddle.

But I needed to feel her flesh, to connect with her as I never had with another. The paddle was an extension, something impersonal and distant, a way to keep my emotions separate from the act. For the first time in my life, I needed to feel connected. I needed this to be real.

I dropped the paddle and swung my open palm, relishing the feel of her soft flesh as I made her mine.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

A few club goers stopped to watch as I shifted my hips, carefully fucking her mouth as I spanked her ass a bright, fiery red.

Her soft cries turned to whimpers, then moans of need. I continued until she was writhing, pressing her hips forward, desperate for pressure on her clit, but the bench was unforgiving. She could not move, could only take what I gave her.

I stroked her gently, petting her back, her ass, as she continued to work me with her mouth. Forcing myself to focus on the elegant curve of her spine, the ripe roundness of her ass, instead of coming. Reaching over, I rubbed her tight rosette so she knew what was to come, but I moved on, plunged two fingers into her wet pussy.

With a gasp, she pressed back against my fingers, trying to fuck my hand, but still the restraints limited her movement and I denied her the one thing I knew she needed.

I would deny her until she broke, until she begged.

Slipping my cock from her hot, wet mouth, I moving to stand behind her, stroking the pink cheeks of her bare bottom with reverence. The skin was taut and hot, and I knew just the brush of my palm would be sensitive for her. This ass was mine. I could shove my cock in her if I wanted to. She remained lax and accepting of my touch, and I knew she would deny me nothing.

But I wanted my seed planted in her womb, my child growing in her body. Perhaps I’d done it the one time I’d fucked her. Perhaps Rolf or Erik had. Even though I shared her, I still wanted to mark her, own her, make sure she could never, ever leave me.

That fear rose up like a ghost from the grave and I shoved it away. Sophia was not part of my past, only stepping into it, into the club this one time. She was my future. A future I’d feared. A future I’d fought against until this moment.

I reached for the oil, coated my fingers and carefully worked my finger into her tight hole, coating her well, making sure she was ready for the plug I intended to place in her bottom. I watched her carefully, the way her hands clenched, her spine stiffened. The changing of her breath. The sheen of sweat that coated her flushed skin. When next we met Rolf and Erik, we would claim her in truth, all three of us—Erik in her ass, Rolf in her mouth and me in her hot, wet pussy. We’d fill her with seed, with our bonding essence, until she was well and truly ours. Addicted to our touch.

The effects of our seed power would wane in the coming weeks, but I needed her to belong to us fully before then, before her thirty days were up. She could still change her mind, find another mate on Viken per Bride Program protocol, but it was my job—no, all three of our jobs—to ensure that didn’t happen. I wanted my child in her womb.

Before she could walk away from us.

Spreading her cheeks, I worked a chosen plug into her body with extreme patience, making sure I did not harm her. Her breathy pants were stunning, for this was new to her. I was pushing her and she was taking it beautifully.

When it was seated, I rubbed her weeping pussy with my cock, coated the broad head with her slick essence.

“Gunnar!” She flung her head back and forth, pressing her hips as far back as she could, trying to take me in. To be filled in her ass and pussy at the same time.

I smacked her ass with my bare hand and her back arched. “You do not make demands, Sophia.” I pulled the plug out slowly before filling her again, fucking her ass the way I longed to fuck her pussy. I wrapped my fist around my cock and pumped once, twice, gathering the pre-cum from the tip. I slid my cum-coated fingers into her wet core and watched, waited with anticipation for her to react.