They glanced at each other.
“Someone is pretending to be from Sector Two to keep us at each other’s throats,” Drogan said.
That’s what I assumed. “If we are fighting each other, then Leah can’t be bred. The alliance of our three sectors would fail.”
We all glanced at our mate, tousled and well fucked where she peeked out from behind Drogan’s broad back.
“She could be with child now,” Tor commented. “We put enough seed in her.”
“Bred?” She stepped out from behind Drogan. “What do you mean by bred?”
Clearly women on Earth were not bred like on Viken.
“You are to deliver the one true leader of Viken,” Tor told her.
She came out from behind Drogan all the way. “So you fucked me because I’m a brood mare, because you want a child for some stupid alliance, and not because you wanted me?”
Hurt mixed with anger tinged her words. I saw the crushing defeat in her eyes and in the way she slumped her shoulders.
“I do not know what a brood mare is, but it does not sound good. We wanted you, Leah,” I said, taking a step closer. She retreated, looking away.
“God, men are the same wherever they are,” she grumbled. “I left Earth to get away from an asshole who wanted me as a possession and now I’ve got three of them.”
“We do not have time at the present to explain ourselves,” Drogan told her. “This is bigger than the regent’s plan, unless he knew of a deceit by the rebel factions or some new enemy.”
“An enemy who is pretending to be from Sector Two,” I said.
“Then we agree to work together?” Tor looked between us and we gave each other identical looks. Frustration, anger, protection.
Protection. That was it. “They want Leah.”
Tor and Drogan paused. “That would be an excellent reason to want us at each other’s throats,” Tor added.
“Who?” she asked. “Who wants me?”
Besides the three men matched to her? Besides the three men who’d fucked her and given her their seed? Besides the men whose seed power she would soon crave?
“We don’t know, but it is our duty, our privilege, to keep you safe,” Tor told her.
“Yes,” Drogan agreed.
“We fear you might be the target of a faction of rebels who wish to keep the planet divided, who does not wish for you to carry the one true heir,” I said.
Tor went to the window, then lowered the blind. “We must separate and leave Viken United.”
Viken United was neutral territory. A small town located on an island, it allowed for all sectors to attend peaceful meetings. It was rare that representatives from the sectors met; I’d never met my brothers before today. Perhaps it was because we were identical or because we now had a common goal, especially with the seed power upon us, that I felt our differences slip away. Our focus before now had been to be good and responsible leaders in our sectors. But now? Now we stood together for Leah.
“Yes, we can meet again, someplace neutral, someplace no one will recognize one of the three sector leaders or their mate.” I paced as I spoke, Leah watching us with wary and hurt eyes.
“A Viken bride training center?” Tor made the suggestion, and the more I thought about it, the better the idea sounded.
“A fuck hut?” The nickname stuck as every male on the planet knew exactly what happened in the isolated huts built on the grounds of the training center. Women were trained, spanked, and fucked into submission. The idea of taking Leah there, of having her tied, her ass in the air for my hard spanking, her legs spread wide for my cock… I had to shift my cock in my pants at the thought. In Sector Two, we dominated our women, saw to their every need and darkest desire. We made sure they never looked to another, never needed another, never had a secret fantasy that went unfulfilled. I couldn’t wait to discover the dark fantasies lurking behind Leah’s innocent eyes.
The Vikens built mate training centers that were often used by warriors upon their return from the front lines of the war with the Hive in deep space. Viken warriors served on the interstellar battleships, fighting the Hive, as warriors from all member planets did. While they had been sending less than in the past, agile and skilled men were still on the front lines. Warriors lucky enough to earn commendation and the rank of an officer were granted brides by the coalition program before they returned home. The mating centers provided much needed privacy, security, and the equipment necessary to train a new bride.
“They will be looking for the three of us with Leah,” Drogan said. “So we will give them just one man and one mate.”
Tor understood right away. “Being identical is certainly useful.”