While I’d known I wanted all three of my Viken warriors before, the near-death experience only strengthened my resolve. These three brave, possessive, dominant guys were mine. They wanted me.
The way they were staring at me left no doubt. Gunnar’s jaw was clenched tightly. Erik’s eyes blazed with heat. Rolf’s usually relaxed body seemed poised to pounce. And all three of them had cocks that could pound nails. Or fill me up, every which way.
Yes, please.
Just as I’d told Rolf, it had been a two-year nightmare. It all started with the phone call from the doctor’s office, the visit where we learned of my mother’s cancer. The medicine she’d need to live. The cost. The Corellis. The bargain. Everything I’d done for them had been worth it. Yes, I’d done bad things. Smuggled drugs and money into the country, but it had given my mother an extra six months.
I hadn’t walked away from the Corellis when I walked away from my mother’s grave. They’d kept their thumb on me, forcing me to continue. My job, my art, hell, the entire art world lost its color, its brilliance. They’d ruined my life. And when I’d been arrested for my crimes, they hadn’t saved me. I’d been tossed into jail, sentenced to twenty-five years—twenty-five!—for the crime of loving my mother too much.
But every moment, every second of that torturous time had led me to this moment, to these Vikens. My mates. Fate? Perhaps. If I hadn’t sought out the Corellis, made a deal with them, none of this would have happened. I wouldn’t be on Viken.
This was where I belonged. There was nothing—or no one—on Earth for me. My mother would want me to follow my passions, just as she always had with my art. But now, my world showed brightly not from paints and swirls of color, but because of Gunnar, Rolf and Erik.
She would have loved them. Shocked perhaps that I had three husbands, but I didn’t doubt their love for me. They hadn’t said it aloud, for it had been too soon, but they showed it.
And now, with Gunnar’s hand out, I could have it all. I could truly, completely belong to them. All I had to do was place my palm in his. The three of them would do the rest.
I didn’t doubt, didn’t question, didn’t even think when I reached out for him. As soon as our hands met, he pulled me from the tub and into his arms, uncaring that I was dripping wet.
He kissed me, fierce and dark and carnal. All his pent-up passion, and anger, frustration, need—every emotion—poured from him and into the kiss.
I took it all, everything he had to give me.
A cloth rubbed over my back, drying my skin, not once did Gunnar lift his head.
Hands on my shoulders spun me about, tearing our lips apart. A wicked grin on Erik’s face was all I saw with my passion-filled eyes before his mouth took over. He tasted different, his need different. Hotter, sharper, his kiss consumed me. Where Gunnar was all dark passion, Erik was all heat, fire. Brilliance.
I felt Gunnar’s hard chest against my back, Erik at my front. I was between them, no room to move, to do anything but feel. But something was missing. No, someone.
I turned my head, breathed out the name. “Rolf.”
He was there beside me, smiling at me, stroking my wet hair. “Need me, too?”
I nodded. “I need all of you.”
He kissed me then, his hands cupping my face as Erik’s and Gunnar’s hands ran over me, cupping my breasts, plucking my nipples, stroking over the curve of my bottom, slipping between my thighs to stroke my most sensitive flesh.
I whimpered at their onslaught to my senses. It was overwhelming.
Rolf’s lips left mine and I was lifted into the air, carried from the side of the bathtub and into the bedroom, lowered to stand on my feet directly beside the bed.
“I may have taken you a few hours ago, love, but I need you again,” Gunnar said.
Erik growled. “We haven’t taken her tonight.”
“Your cock should be resting,” Rolf added, the corner of his mouth tipping up. “Erik and I can handle this if you’re not up to it.”
All of us glanced at Gunnar’s cock. It was far from resting.
“You think any of our cocks will be rested for the next few days?”
My inner walls clenched at the idea of them taking me so frequently. My arousal dripped down my thighs.
“Days?” Erik added. “Weeks.”
Rolf shook his head. “Months.”
“Forever,” I replied, trying to end this silly boy feud. “I will never be tired of you three. Ever.”
They moved toward me as a group. Stepping back, I bumped into the bed, dropping onto it so I was seated directly before all three of them. All three of their big, hard, eager cocks bobbed directly in front of my face.