Page 19 of Mated To The Vikens

Gunnar held Sophia’s gaze as he answered her. “This is the mark of a Master Dominant at Club Trinity in Central City.”

Queen Leah gasped. “Club Trinity?”

Lev chuckled. “Ah, yes. I thought I’d seen that mark before.” Lev looked at Gunnar as Leah playfully slapped him on the shoulder.

“Of course you have,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Lev captured her hand in his and held it to his chest. “How many Masters are there?”

Gunnar shook his head. “I haven’t been there in twelve years. But, I don’t believe the club will have changed much.”

“It’s been there for three hundred years,” Lev said.

“Exactly,” Gunnar agreed. “And in all those years, there’s never been more than two hundred Masters at any one time.”

“Two hundred. I was hoping for a smaller number of potential targets.” Lev pulled Leah into his arms but spoke to the guards. “It’s all right, men. Lower your weapons.”

Sophia looked around wildly as her protection disappeared. Slowly, Gunnar pulled her forward until she was pressed to his chest. She did not fight him. “On my honor, mate, I vow I will kill the man who dared hurt you.”

“But?” Sophia turned her head to look at Leah with a question in her eyes.

Leah shrugged. “That tattoo is from a sex club in Central City.”

“Sex club?” I watched Sophia’s eyes widen and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. She might have been surprised by the news, but she wasn’t afraid of it. No, our mate was intrigued…

“That club’s got nothing to do with the men who are trying to kill me,” Leah insisted.

“Why…why not? How do you know?” Sophia asked.

“The tattoo might help us find the man you saw, but won’t help us track down the leader of the VSS,” Leah answered, although Sophia didn’t look as if Leah’s answer had clarified anything for her. “Nor is the mark considered a poor reflection on Gunnar.”

“You’re mine now, Sophia.” Gunnar’s words had Sophia turning to face him.

“What’s the VSS and why do they want Leah dead?” She frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry. You will.” Gunnar lowered his mouth and claimed Sophia’s lips in a display of blatant ownership that made me ache to step forward and join them.

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Sophia

Gunnar’s kiss made me burn. Even now, three hours later, I could taste his lips on mine, feel the strength of his arms as he’d held me trapped in his embrace.

I should have screamed or kicked or something. Anything but what I did. Which was melt into his arms like a weak fool and open my mouth for his conquest.

And now? Now, I was in some kind of royal palace, surrounded by more servants than the freaking Queen of England. At least twenty women were in the bedchamber. Some cleaned, some decorated with flowers and candles until the room looked like a fairy tale in the making. I’d been soaked and fed, massaged and braided. My hair was in an elaborate set of braids and coils arranged with beautiful orange flowers. The rags I’d been wearing had been replaced with a long, beautiful gown the color of burnished copper. It draped over my body, hugging every curve as if it were made for me.

I looked lik

e a princess. But the butterflies in my stomach would not stop fluttering about. And as the maids began to disappear, one by one, my anxiety rushed into my throat.

I knew what was coming. My three mates, who were eager to claim me. These women were making me perfumed and perfect for them.

For their taking.

Three mates. At the same freaking time.

Holy shit. What had I gotten myself into?

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