Page 21 of Mated To The Vikens

He leaned down and nuzzled my neck first, then my ear. I angled my head to give him better access. “Because Gunnar said so.”

I bit my lip, fighting the empty pulse of my core at his stark words.

Because Gunnar said so.

“Do you always do what Gunnar says?” I whispered, eyeing the blindfold.

He chuckled, his lips tracing up the line of my jaw. “No. But when it comes to you, mate, Erik and I are content to give Gunnar what he wants.”

“And what does he want?”

Gunnar stepped out onto the balcony.

“You screaming in pleasure,” he said. His voice was dark, his bearing dominant, but the look in his eyes was tender. Hot.

I gulped at the intensity.

“Do you want us, Sophia?”

I nodded immediately. I ached for more than just one kiss. And after the hell I’d been through the last few hours, hell, the l

ast few months, I was more than ready to forget everything but pleasure. Even more, I needed to feel connection to another person, to be anchored. I felt like a piece of driftwood in the sea for so long now, since my mother’s death. I had no immediate family, no business, no one to love.

Tears welled in my eyes and I looked away from the man watching me with complete focus. But Rolf was having none of it. He lifted his hand to my cheek and turned me back to face him. “Why the tears? Are you afraid, love? Please don’t be afraid. We would never hurt you.”

“I know.” I tried to smile, but knew the effort was wasted as his pale green eyes darkened in concern.

“Talk to me, Sophia. I am yours now. Tell me what troubles you.”

I am yours now. The finality, the commitment in his words shocked me to my core in a way I’d not anticipated. I shook my head, unable to express the explosion of emotion welling up from inside. I’d been alone for so damn long. I leaned into his hand and let him wipe away my tear with the pad of his thumb. “It’s stupid, Rolf. I’ve just been alone a really long time.”

“Alone?” he asked.

“My mother getting sick, the Corellis who forced me to work for them. My mother dying. My job as an art dealer turning from something I loved into something I hated. That ultimately sent me to jail. Alone,” I repeated.

“Well, you now have three very protective, dominant, obsessive mates. You might wish to be alone again soon enough.” He spoke in jest, but there was a distant hurt in his eyes I would explore later. Right now, I just wanted to snap the thread of tension that had been building inside me for days. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. I was so fucking tired of waiting, of being alone.

“I’m ready, Rolf. Tell them I’m ready.” Hell yes, I was ready. Ready to be touched and held. Ready to believe that I’d never be alone again. Even if they didn’t love me, they wanted me. They would protect me and make me burn with lust. For now, that was enough. I needed to forget all about Earth, and orange jumpsuits, the mafia and assholes trying to kill me.

“You’re sure?”

I nodded and sucked his thumb into my mouth before running my tongue along the tip. “I don’t want to think anymore, Rolf. I just want to feel.”

Rolf kissed me, hard and fast before turning me around to face the empty doorway behind which I knew my other two mates watched and waited. My nipples pebbled beneath the dress and I thrust my chest out as the heat of Rolf’s chest warmed my back. He lifted the blindfold over my eyes and I allowed him to tie it. I blinked a few times, searching for a hint of light. Nothing.

I heard the others arrive as Rolf’s hands slid to my shoulders, pushing the straps of my gown down onto my upper arms. I held absolutely still as multiple hands settled upon me, began undoing my dress, brushing over every inch of skin they quickly exposed. I stood like a statue of a Greek goddess and let them worship me with their touch. I didn’t wonder who was touching me. Which man kissed along my bare shoulder. Whose hand slid down my spine. Whose palm cupped my breast. Whose mouth suckled at my nipple, or whose lips felt like phantom kisses on my thighs.

It didn’t matter. They were all touching me.

They were all mine.

Chapter Six

Erik

“You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” I murmured.

I would have to thank the head attendant at a much later time for the lack of undergarments, for as soon as the dress pooled at her feet, she was bare to us.

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