Page 31 of Mated To The Vikens

No seed power was involved in making me hot and horny this time. Just Rolf’s skilled hands.

As I stepped from the tub and Erik dried me off, I said to them, “This shouldn’t be too bad.”

Little did I know that when Erik was eating me out just a little while later, I would be eating my words.

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Rolf

Erik made quick work of making sure our mate’s landing strip was removed. Her bare skin was smooth as glass and her smelled like flowers. Surely it would make everything more sensitive for her, if that were even possible.

Her hair was still wet and slicked back from her face, making her eyes look bigger, her face more delicate. She was truly beautiful, and brave. Perhaps even a little embarrassed having the two of us see her so intimately, yet touch her in a way that was much more clinical than passionate. But that would change. Now.

Erik’s dark hair was wet as well, and I knew he’d planned to work out with the new guard recruits early this morning. He must have bathed in the guard quarters.

No matter. Our mate couldn’t take her eyes off him as he stripped out of his uniform. Her breasts rose and fell and her long, shapely legs were already spread open in welcome.

I wore nothing more than a towel as I walked to the side of the bed and scooped her into my arms.

“Hey! What are you doing? I thought we were—” Her words faded and her cheeks turned pink with a delicate blush.

“We are, love, just not on the bed.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widened as I carried her to the swing Gunnar had installed when we’d been asked to take a mate. The swing was designed for a woman’s pleasure. Wide straps would support her body and her limbs, holding her in place for our attention, and also restraining her movement.

I settled her back into it, looked into her eyes as I waited for her to settle—mind and body. I held her still as Erik took her left arm, lifted it out to her side strapping her arm and wrist in the thick restraints. He tested the bond, ensured it wasn’t too tight.

I didn't mind sharing Sophia with Erik. Or Gunnar. My mother hadn't given her attention or love evenly between my brother and me. I knew how that could hurt, could damage your soul. So I shared my mate with the others easily because I wanted her to have all the love we could give. I wanted her to know all of us, and I knew Erik and Gunnar wouldn't just take and take. They'd give. And at the center? Sophia. Always.

“I don’t know about this.”

Erik stopped and our mate’s gaze darted from Erik to me and back again. His was dark and intense, appropriate for what Sophia would be facing at the club. “This is mild, mate, compared to what you might see in the club. It might seem a little…scary, but remember, we will never hurt you. We will never take you without you wanting it. If you wish to refuse, we will understand. Gunnar doesn’t want you anywhere near the place.”

Sophia bit her lip and looked up at me. I shrugged. It had to be her decision. “Erik is right, love. If you can’t handle this, then you will struggle with whatever Gunnar has planned for you at the club.” I stroked her cheek. “And that is fine. We aren’t mad. Not in the slightest. We just need to know your boundaries.”

“Perhaps it’s good that we’ve discovered this here,” Erik countered.

Sophia lifted her free hand.

“No. Do it. Do whatever you have to do. I’m not letting that asshole kill Leah or Allayna.”

“Not at the expense of your fear of us. When we fuck, when we play like this, it should be all pleasure.”

“It will be,” she said.

“Not if you’re afraid,” Erik added.

Sophia bit her lip. “I’m not afraid. Really. It’s all just…daunting. I’ve loved everything so far that you’ve done. I’m sure I’ll love this.”

I glanced at Erik, then to Sophia. “All right. But if you need us to stop, we will. Immediately. Something to remember, love, is that you have all the power. We won’t do this to you unless you allow it. You give us your submission, but then we give the power right back.”

“I can say stop,” she replied, settling back.

“Exactly.” Erik nodded and we quickly strapped her into place.

I was pleased she’d taken a moment to understand. It would be better for her now, this knowledge that she was the key to the four of us, the

central cog in the wheel. Without her, we were…just mere warriors. And all three of us were ready for more.

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