“Oh, no, love.” Erik, while I knew he loved her hand on him—my balls tightened in jealousy—couldn’t allow her to have what she wanted in this. Not this time. Oh, we’d give her the chance to take charge, to touch us, play with us, but not now. She needed to learn that we would give her her pleasure, the way it was done at Club Trinity.
Erik put her hand into place, strapped it in, tested the comfort of it, all the while Sophia eagerly sucked on his cock.
“Fuck,” he whispered at her voraciousness.
I couldn’t wait any longer. She’d given over so beautifully that I couldn’t hold back. Lining my weeping cock up to her entrance, I slid right in.
She moaned as I filled her, the fit so tight with the plug.
Once I settled all the way in, I looked up at Erik. His jaw was clenched, but his hand on her cheek was gentle.
“Ready?” I asked. He nodded once.
“Ready, Sophia?”
She tugged at the bonds on her hands, but moaned and settled.
Erik and I moved our hands to the straps on the swing, gripped them, then began to rock the swing ever so gently.
She was pinned between us, being fucked in her mouth and pussy. None of us moved, the swing doing all the work. We gauged the motions based on watching Sophia. We couldn’t allow the swing to move too far, for we didn’t know how far she could take a cock into her mouth, her throat.
But she was surprising us, taking a little bit more, then more still as time went on.
She came, milking my cock as we continued the pace, never stopping. First one orgasm, then another.
“See, Sophia, only pleasure. Anyone seeing you will know we are giving you just what you need. And in just a second, they’ll see us take it from you.”
“Fuck, yes. I can’t take her sweet suction any longer. I’m going to come, love. Swallow.”
When Erik groaned and I watched Sophia’s throat work to swallow all the seed he was giving her, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The pleasure of her hot pussy, the tightness of it, the way she responded to both Erick and me, had my orgasm build at the base of my spine, draw my balls up and shoot forth, filling her, coating, marking her.
She moaned around Erik’s cock, but he pulled out as soon as he was done and she screamed. Her inner walls clenched and milked my cock, ensuring every last drop was pulled from me. There was nothing left. She’d claimed me just as much as I had her.
“Beautiful, love.”
Once she settled, her breathing becoming more even, we undid the straps and lifted her from the swing. Erik closed the blind on the window, blocking out the rest of the world once again.
As I carried her across the room to the bed, she glanced back at it. “That was…wow. If
that’s what it’s going to be like at the club , then I’m ready. I want more.”
She nuzzled into me and I realized we had awakened something inside her that she hadn’t even known about. There was no going back now. Not that any of us wanted to. But I had no doubt that what was to come might rip us all apart. The VSS was just too big for the four of us alone.
Chapter Eight
Gunnar
I rubbed my hand over my face, tried to wipe away the gritty feeling in my eyes. My day in Central City had been a waste. Well, not completely. I’d discovered that the transport data for the shitty little station in the wilds had been wiped clean. Not only was there no record of any Vikens transporting in and out earlier in the day, there was no record of our transport to find Sophia, nor the one of the King and Queen that followed. Nor our return to the City. How the fuck did transports of over ten people just get erased?
On purpose. So while I hadn’t found the bastard, his actions to cover his identity were not subtle and easily proved his guilt, if only we knew who he was. The VSS wanted the Queen and the baby. Wanted them dead. I wasn’t sure if I should be thankful their plan had been foiled or not. The thought of Sophia fending off her attacker, shooting him with the Viken’s own ion pistol when she could have been easily killed instead, made me want to punch a hole in the wall. But if the transport error hadn’t occurred, the planet would be in crisis. The Queen and princess would surely be dead.
With the Kings aware of the danger to their mate and child, every precaution was put in place. Neither would be left alone and, fortunately, three Viken warrior husbands would watch over them. Transports for the two of them would be only in an emergency and they would transport with at least one of the Kings. Guards were doubled.
While investigators were put on to the case, the only true lead, the only witness to the crime was Sophia. And it all came down to the fucking mark she’d seen on the fucker’s forearm. Only the true Masters would have the mark. That meant the group of possibilities was small, considering the lead, but too many to be able to identify someone immediately. And so my plan to keep Sophia from being involved in finding the traitor was not going to happen. We—the entire planet—needed her.
Fuck, I needed her, and not just to find the bastard. My cock ached for her. Being so far away, my being in Central City while she was safe on Viken United with Rolf and Erik, was almost painful. I was sure they were taking good care of her, that she was safe, ensuring that her craving for cock was filled. The seed power had been impressively strong, but our mate was a passionate woman and I had to think she would still have craved our attentions—from all three of us—without it.
Her craving was my withdrawal and I was eager to have her beneath me again. Just… with me. She was able to break through a wall I'd put around my heart, a little at a time. What I'd shared with Loren had been… love, but this, what I had with Sophia was something else entirely. It had to be the match, for we were so perfect a fit. It hurt, the knowledge that I could lose her. But I wanted her more.