Rolf lost it first. He came down my throat, his seed power like an inferno of need spreading through me. My pussy clamped down on Gunnar as I came again. My release caused Erik and Gunnar to lose control, their cocks spilling inside me as they both pressed deep and held, as if trying to fill me up with their seed as well.
The extra dose of Viken seed power made me come again, my whole body felt like it had been dipped in a hot bath. My blood was on fire, the orgasm forced every muscle in my body to clench and release as my pussy went into its final spasm.
When it was over, I collapsed against Gunnar’s chest, my own body heaving for breath. Rolf rolled onto his side beside me, his hand stroking through my hair and over my back with slow, gentle strokes. Erik pulled his cock from me slowly, as if reluctant to leave, and lay down on Gunnar’s other side. I turned to face him and tried to smile, but I felt too damn good, even for that.
Erik’s eyes were dark and serious as he reached over and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. His fingers shook. “We’re never letting you go.”
“Never,” Rolf agreed.
Gunnar’s response, with his cock still inside me, was to lift his hips and make me gasp in aftershock as his body rubbed my sensitive clit. “Forever, Sophia.”
I laid my head down over Gunnar’s beating heart and closed my eyes, listened to the strong, steady beat. “Forever,” I agreed.
Epilogue
Sophia, Viken United, Princess Allayna’s 1st Birthday Party
Soft music played in the background, something I’d expect from a string quartet back home, but with a strange ringing notes like harp music. Warm lighting flickered on the walls from strange lanterns decorated with the sword, shield and spear designs of the three sectors, the silhouettes creating strange and unusual shadows that shifted and moved all around me. The huge ballroom was filled as the people of Viken United laughed and danced. The women were dressed to excess, their dresses long, elegant and brightly colored. Their elaborate hair designs, all adorned with flowers, jewels or sparkles of some variety, turned the dance floor into a glittering flow of beauty.
And I was here. My gown was a deep, vibrant orange, the color of a fall sunset, and fell to my feet. Heavy around my neck were the sparkling cut jewels that draped my chest and wrists like lightning trapped inside amber. I’d never seen anything like it before. The gems, a gift from Erik, had belonged to his mother. He’d claimed, as he’d draped them around my neck, that he’d never thought to see them on another woman.
He honored me, and I knew my mate. Knew what he’d gone through to let go of the pain of his past. Giving me the necklace was proof that he'd let go of the past, but yet have his mother live on. Seeing me wear what belonged to her kept her alive for him, even though she was long, long gone. He'd lost a family when his parents died, but he'd gained a new one. One with a future so bright it made my eyes tear.
We were all three ready to move on now, to focus on what would come next.
Rolf and Erik had run off on some secret business, but Gunnar stood beside me and I smiled up at him. He looked spectacular in his usual black, but the contentment I saw in his eyes when he looked down at me was my true joy.
“You are so beautiful all I can think about is fucking you.”
I burst out laughing. Oh, yes. That was my Gunnar. Blunt. Crude. So damn hot and demanding. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me, to my body, and he knew it. “Behave, Gunnar. It took the stylist over an hour to do my hair,” I teased him, but slid my hand into his, craving his touch.
That small contact must have been enough, for he grunted and led me onto the dance floor. I didn’t know the steps, but he pulled me close and simply carried me around like a small girl as he followed the steps of the Viken dance. I felt his love, felt it differently than when I first arrived. Before, it had been a powerful protectiveness, yet it felt distant. Now, I knew he gave me everything. All of him.
“I didn’t know you knew how to dance.”
“I’m a simple man with simple needs.”
I tried to make sense of that one. “And dancing is a need?”
Gunnar grinned and lowered his lips so they caressed my ear as he replied, “No, love. Holding a beautiful woman is the need. Dancing is what I will suffer to hold you.”
Ah, so, not so different from Earth men after all.
I smiled and relaxed into his embrace as the music swelled around us. I paid no attention to where he led me, content to be in his arms until the music stopped.
As the crowd parted, Gunnar set me on my feet before him and settled his hands on my shoulders. The stance was a blatant claiming, and I welcomed it. I was proud to be his. And I wanted every woman in the room to know he was mine. So very mine.