“Your disobedience has already earned you a spanking, so if you refuse further, it will only make the punishment longer.”
“You’re making me expose myself to you!”
He grinned. “I am. But you are going to like it. I promise.”
“You will spank me if I don’t do as you say?”
He laughed then, tilting his head up toward the sky exposing his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m going to spank you either way, mate.” His grin was wicked when he looked at me. It was as if he couldn’t wait to do so. I glanced down at his lap. Based on the thick bulge pressing against the front of his pants, he was very eager. “The decision is yours as to whether you want to come when I do it.”
He seemed to be a patient man, for I took my time considering. I glanced up at the Viken sky, then at him. His watchful gaze returned as he rowed effortlessly, the muscles in his shoulders and arms shifting as he did so. Water trickled off the end of the oar, the wind blew my hair over my forehead. It was so calm. So simple. But was it?
Yes, I’d let three men take me, but this, this seemed different, more intimate somehow. He wanted this—no, demanded it—and I had to decide if I would give in. My mind was telling me no, but my body, God, my body was saying yes. Perhaps he was a mind reader, for he started talking, even though he kept his eyes on the scenery.
“My cock is rock hard. It could be the seed power, but I want you. Drogan got to taste your pussy and my mouth is watering to do so. I wonder if you’re as sweet as I imagine. I’ve heard that when a female first comes in contact with her mate’s seed, the need is powerful. It supposedly fades some over time, but that will take years, if not decades.”
Decades of feeling like this? I licked my lips at his decadent words. Wouldn’t they get tired of me?
“Your nipples must be hard and your clit… your clit must be engorged and very sensitive with the ring there. I bet every time you shift, the ring makes you more desperate to feel my mouth tasting your pussy.”
I flung the sheet off me, too warm wrapped in it and my long dress after his dirty words. A smile curved his lips but he didn’t comment on my surrender.
“Your own juices and our seed must be coating your thighs now.” He turned his head to look a
t me. Piercing me as if I were struck by one of those arrows. “Show me, Leah.”
I focused solely on him, forgetting all the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this. I worked the length of my dress up with my fingers, a little at a time.
“Part your legs for me.”
I lay facing him, so I spread my legs and lifted my feet onto the bench seat in front of me. As I pressed my knees to the side of the boat to make sure I was spread open and ready for him, the cool air moved over my pussy.
His eyes narrowed, his lids lowering. I saw his jaw clench tight and his cock thickened in his pants.
“If I wasn’t rowing, I’d have my face between your legs.”
A little moan escaped my lips.
“You will place three fingers deep inside your pussy and hold them there until we arrive. You are not allowed to move them, and you are not allowed to come.”
Chapter Six
Drogan
It took only an hour to go from being completely rational to insane. One minute the regent told us about a match he’d made for me—us—and the next minute she’d been transported from Earth. The first time I saw her I felt the connection. When I licked her pussy and tasted her, I knew she was mine. But it was when I came inside her, harder than I ever had in my life, that I was doomed. The fucking seed power might have affected Leah, but it damn well messed with me.
We separated when the stealth arrows rained down, our plan to meet up at the fuck hut. The moment we were separated her effect on me became obvious. Leah had gone with Lev in one direction and I’d gone another. Tor a third. I felt the division from her keenly, as if a limb had been severed. I ached inside—besides my cock being hard, my body hurt for her. I knew that Lev would protect her with his life, but until I was touching her again, I would not be whole.
When I arrived at the Viken bride training center, the heavy cover of darkness had fallen. I snuck inside the hut we had chosen and when I discovered Tor already there, waiting, I knew he was just as affected. While we barely know each other—at all—we could commiserate in how we were reacting to Leah, or the lack of Leah.
“If Lev doesn’t get her here soon, I may just crawl out of my skin,” he said, his voice laced with frustration and a tinge of anger. Since the huts were spaced well apart and the nature of the place was privacy, I did not worry that someone would knock on the door. One half of the complex was used to train new brides, the other half to process brides being sent off-world, to other warriors, other planets. Either way, privacy was maintained.
No one would disturb us, but Tor lowered the window coverings before we lit the lanterns.
“I know. I need to come, fuck, I ache to do so, but I don’t think my hand is going to make a difference.”
Tor chuckled. “We’ve grown up to hate each other and it’s taken less than a day for us to come together. Someone is trying to drive us apart. We’re brothers, yet strangers, and now we ache for the same woman. Shouldn’t we be at each other’s throats? I should want to kill you for even thinking about fucking my mate. But she’s your mate, too.”
“Strangely, I don’t feel jealous of you.” I eyed the man who looked just like me. “If it were someone else, not you or Lev, but an outsider—”