Leah looked confused, but remained silent.
Drogan went to the bathing room and returned with scissors. “Lev, it is your sector that is being impersonated, which means you should take Leah. It will appear as if we believe they are Sector Two arrows and you are taking her home.”
“Yes, a good point,” I agreed.
“No,” Leah said, looking at the floor, then glancing between us. She didn’t look confused any longer, but clear and focused. “I don’t know what’s going on, but if I’m going to get answers from the three of you about this whole breeding thing, we have to get somewhere safe first, right?”
We nodded.
“Then I have an idea,” she continued.
“We are eager to hear this,” Drogan said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Leah smiled. “A shell game.”
I didn’t know what the hell a shell game was, but I knew when she explained that our mate wasn’t only beautiful, she was also smart and cunning. A ruthless combination that matched the three of us perfectly.
* * *
Leah
I had no idea what was going on. None at all. The men mentioned arrows being shot and I was confused. Arrows! Between the long dress and the outdated weaponry, I thought I’d landed in Sherwood Forest and not on Viken. Curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see these arrows, but Drogan would have no part of that. He’d pushed me behind him, blocking me from the window. At first I was bothered by his caveman ways, but I realized it was because he was protecting me, shielding me from harm with his body.
I didn’t understand their talk about sectors, but I did understand politics. My father had been a high-ranking city councilman before he died and I’d listened to many dinner conversations where deals were made and contracts signed with handshakes. I’d followed in his footsteps for a time, serving as a low-level city clerk, eager to work my way up the ranks and eventually run for office. But that had been before meeting my fiancé. He’d convinced me to quit my job, to become more dependent on him. That should have been my first clue that something was wrong.
Here and now, on this alien world, someone was trying to get to me through the three men, dividing them, not geographically, but by rousing suspicion and playing on old distrust. It seemed to me that their bond as brothers was stronger than that of whatever sector they came from. Perhaps it was the unbelievably strong feelings I had for them. I’d known immediately when I stood before Drogan in that line of men that he was my match. But now, the feeling was even stronger.
The pull I felt to these three men was intense. I needed them, I needed their touch and their seed, which was absolutely insane. Their seed! I felt like I was craving a drug. They’d mentioned seed power and I had no idea what that was either. I had so many questions, but it wasn’t the right time. We needed to get away from those with the arrows and I had an idea. Fortunately, they weren’t too Old World to listen. After I told them, they smiled, satisfied with the plan.
Drogan handed the scissors to me and knelt on the floor at my feet. “Cut it to match Lev’s,” he said.
On his knees, he was at the height where I could easily trim his long hair. I cut it, then Tor’s slightly longer locks to match Lev’s. It didn’t take long and soon enough the three looked the same, except for the scar in Lev’s eyebrow. But that difference was indeed small. From a distance, it would not be evident at all. They changed clothing, Drogan leaving for a moment to return with black attire identical to Lev’s. Tor and Drogan changed into the new clothing and when the three stood before me my jaw dropped in shock. They were, indeed, identical. But I could tell them apart now. I sensed them: Lev’s darkness, Tor’s anger, Drogan’s pride. They each pulled me, their seed power a unique taste on my senses, but each one I craved.
I’d known them for less than two, maybe three hours and I knew all of this. It was crazy. Everything was crazy since I arrived. But the slick feel of their seed sliding down my thighs was like a drug and it seemed I liked crazy very much.
When Lev held up my dress for me, I realized I’d done all the hair trimming in just a sheet. It wasn’t until then that I took note of my body. I wasn’t sore, really, but I felt very well used. My pussy ached and I noticed my clit again, the ring through the hood a constant tease. It was true, it made me eager for more. Being fucked by three men, one after the other, wasn’t enough. I wanted more. Again and again.
“Ready?” Tor asked.
I nodded as the other men stripped the bed and put together the decoys.
“We will take to the water and meet this evening,” Lev said.
Drogan nodded. “Take her, Lev. Remain in the fuck hut until we reunite and have time to consider our next steps. But do not fuck her, brother. Until she is bred, we must share her each time.”
Lev wrapped the sheet about me and lifted me into his arms, not giving me the time to think about the idea of being bred. It felt good to be held by him, as if I were coming home. Drogan leaned in and kissed me swiftly before tucking the sheet over me completely.
“Wait,” Tor said. He lowered the sheet, kissed me as well, and covered my face again.
I couldn’t see what happened next, but was reassured in Lev’s arms. The sound of voices carried once we were outside and there was shouting, then Lev ran. I was laid down onto something hard, but the ground swayed. All at once I was moving, gliding. I couldn’t make sense of it, until I heard the sound of water lapping. A boat. I remained quiet and still until Lev murmured. “You may remove the sheet from your head, but don’t rise until I know we are away safely.”
While I couldn’t say that the plan had worked—Drogan and Tor each carrying bundles of pillows wrapped in sheets as decoys—we were away from danger. If the group wielding arrows had an allegiance to a specific brother, they would be afraid to kill him. How the other brothers had escaped, I didn’t know. I just knew that we would be together again soon. My body ached, craving all three of my men, and I felt as if I had to have them with me again or I’d die.
Pushing the material out of my face, I breathed deeply of the moist air. The sky was blue and dotted with clouds. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought I was still on Earth. It was the two moons in the sky that reminded me that this was a new home, a new life. I looked down my body and saw Lev with an oar. Every time he lifted it, water dripped from the wooden blade. We seemed to be in a wooden canoe, for it explained the gliding feeling and its long narrow shape. I could smell the water, the salty tang that filled the air. I spent long minutes quietly watching the man who had just fucked me. My pussy ached from their virile attentions. Had he fucked me first? Had he pounded into me holding my thighs wide, or had he flipped me over and taken me from behind?
I had been blindfolded and had no idea who had done what to me. It was the three of them, together, who had taken me. It didn’t matter whose cock filled me, they’d all fucked me. But for some reason, I wanted to know which touch belonged to him, which hard cock had been his.
I studied him. The resemblance between the three of them was remarkable. The strong jaw, the shadow of whiskers that covered it. They hadn’t given me the chance to touch them, but I wondered if they would be soft or scratchy beneath my palm. His eyes were dark, much darker than his hair. Tanned skin indicated that he spent a lot of time outdoors. The scar that bisected his brow was evidence that he had seen danger. The way the three of them did not panic when the attack came added proof. These men were warriors.