“Let’s keep her hips elevated for a while.”
“We do not want her to lose a drop.”
I couldn’t tell who spoke, nor did I care. I fell asleep without a concern. I had three men who wanted me, who liked me and were eager to fuck me. Perhaps being on Viken wouldn’t be so bad.
Chapter Five
Lev
While we didn’t sleep as she did, we continued to sit on the bed and touch her. Each of us dressed in turn while the other two remained with her. By tacit agreement, we didn’t want to leave her alone, untouched, even for a minute. I could feel the connection we now shared keenly. It was as if a part of me, which I hadn’t even known was lost, had been found. The idea of her being separated from me was too appalling to consider. While the seed power had evolved in our race to bind a female to us, the strength of its effect on me was enough to make both my chest and my cock ache. My cock throbbed, ready to take her again.
But that would have to wait. Whether it was the transport from Earth or the fucking, she was exhausted. Her red lashes fanned pale cheeks as she lay on her stomach, ass raised in the air. Red handprints marked her pale skin, a temporary sign of our dominance.
It was difficult not to take her again, for her lush ass and very pink, very swollen pussy were on perfect display. Only a little bit of seed clung to her folds. Keeping her hips elevated had certainly worked in keeping our mixed seed deep inside her womb to ensure not only that she would be bred quickly, but that the seed power would overtake her. I wanted to stroke my cock again, to take it in hand and release my seed onto her pale skin, to spread my essence and my scent over every inch of her body, to make her mine and mine alone.
But that would not make her happy; she needed all three of us to fuck her, to mark her with our seed. She liked being taken gently. She liked having her pussy eaten. She liked a hard fuck. She was indeed matched to all three of us. I could see the same raging desire, the same protective urges in my brothers that I now felt for this woman. She had reacted to each of us in turn, a wild and wanton lover, eager for all three of our cocks. We would each die to protect her, and that was not a vow a warrior took lightly.
Shouting from outside the building was the first indicator that something was not right. We tensed, our postures ready, our minds shifting focus to possible danger. Drogan went to the window and looked out. “Arrows. They are firing arrows.” The first explosion woke our mate and she shifted on the bed. Drogan spun on his heel and stared at me, his eyes narrow, his jaw clenched. “Why the fuck is Sector Two attacking Viking United?”
He strode from the window to stand before me, his jaw clenched as tight as his fists.
“We aren’t. We wouldn’t.” I took a step closer to Drogan. I wouldn’t be intimidated.
“Then why are there hundreds of stealth arrows in the air, seeking human targets? Why are your explosive teams firing on the buildings here?”
I went to the window to confirm his words. Sure enough, those were stealth arro
ws used specifically by my sector.
“Sector Two is the only sector that uses programmable stealth arrows,” Tor growled. “What are you trying to do? Get out of the mating? Kill one of us? Or keep Leah—” he jerked his chin toward our mate, “—all to yourself?”
Leah stirred again, but didn’t fully wake. It showed just how hard we’d used her. Even being gentle, taking on three men was exhausting. Now, with a threat upon us, she looked entirely too soft, too vulnerable.
“If you didn’t want to do this, you should have said so before we fucked her,” Drogan added.
I stormed back to the window with Tor following. A swarm of black arrows hovered in the air, waiting to strike at any movement on the ground. Several of them were black with red tips, and would explode on impact. But they were not my arrows, not my men firing them. “Why would I do this? If I had wanted a mate, I would have said so. Neither of you would have protested in the beginning.”
“Yes, but that was before we saw her, before I fucked her,” Tor commented, glancing over his shoulder as Leah stirred. “My seed’s inside her now, just as yours is. She is mine, and I will not give her up.”
She woke with a small yawn and rubbed her face, then realized how exposed she was. With fumbling hands, she shifted up onto her hands and knees, tugging the blanket up around her body. Frustrated with the pillow she’d been resting upon, she tossed it out of the way.
With her body mostly covered, her hair tousled, and her pale flesh still pink from our attention, she looked more decadent and desirable than ever. The white sheet only emphasized the pale glow of her soft skin and the dark silken blood-red color of her hair. She looked around the room, holding the blanket to cover her breasts. “What’s going on?”
“Sector Two is attacking Viken United.”
Her eyes widened as she slid off the bed and walked over to us. “What’s Sector Two?”
She was covered from her chest down, only her slim leg peeked out as she walked. Her shoulders were bare, and I longed to kiss her there. Drogan grabbed her and pushed her behind him. “Stay away from the window.”
“It’s not fucking Sector Two,” I repeated. I ran a hand through my hair. “Think, brothers. We didn’t know the reason for the regent’s request until we got here. He told all of us together just before her transport.”
“What’s Sector Two?” Leah repeated.
“It’s where I’m from.”
Tor and Drogan paused and I pushed my advantage. At least they were listening. It’s more than would have happened before we’d shared a mate.
“Why would I plan something like this? Think strategically. Arrows are obviously Sector Two. If this were my attack, I’d be sure to use something else to deflect blame. Perhaps one of you has planned this and intends to implicate me.”