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“What’s going on? Why are we hiding out here instead of going back to your capital?”

Tor squeezed my hand and tugged me into the shadow of a giant tree trunk where no one would be able to see us from the walking paths. He leaned down, pulling me close to whisper in my ear. “The old man you met yesterday, Regent Bard?”

I nodded. The old man seemed genuine, and happy to welcome me to Viken and my mates.

“He was the Viken regent. He was extremely powerful. The current leader of our planetary government.”

“I thought you three were the rulers?”

Tor shook his head, his hands running up and down my back in a soft glide that made me want to melt into him. “Yes. We are royal by birth, but we were separated when we were babies. Before you, none of us would agree to return to Viken United and rule. So, he held a lot of power, and worked to keep Viken involved in the Interstellar Coalition. But he was not the true ruler.”

“You said was.”

“He was killed in the ambush yesterday. By an assassin.”

I put my hand over my mouth, thinking of the gentle and honest old man. “Oh, my God.”

“Someone wasn’t happy with the regent’s plans.”

“But that plan was us, Tor. He wanted you three to reclaim the throne.” I cupped his face with my hand, and I knew the protective anger I was feeling was what made my voice shake. “You and your brothers are the true rulers of Viken.”

He nodded. “Our parents were killed when we were infants. Lev, Drogan, and I survived and were split among the three sectors to maintain peace. We were raised separately. Regent Bard got his way. The peace held from that day to this, but it has been tenuous for almost thirty years.”

I ran my thumb along his cheekbone and looked into his eyes, feeling a soul-deep connection. He’d told me the day before about his parents’ murder, but still…

“I don’t understand. You mean you barely know each other?” When he nodded again, I felt a pang of sadness for them. “I have no siblings, but I would hate to know I was ripped from the only family I had for political gain.”

He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on my lips, even as the large hands kneading my ass were anything but innocent. “That is why you are invaluable. A woman matched to all three of us. Bred by all three of us. Delivering of a child made by all three of us. The infant will be the next ruler of a united planet.”

“But if they killed the regent, won’t they try to kill you, too?” I asked, my eyes wide. If whoever it was wanted to take over the planet, I knew three very sexy men who stood in the way of that goal.

He gave a slight shrug. “Perhaps, but we believe the real danger may be to you. You are the one who will give birth to the one true heir. We only have to fuck you and fill you with our seed. You will be the ruling mother. Your child will be heir to the throne of all Viken.”

I looked around, thinking men with bows and arrows might jump out and attack us. “Are we safe here?”

He placed his big hands on my shoulders, leaning down so I was forced to look into his dark eyes. “We will never let anything happen to you. You must trust your mates in that. Only one of us will be with you while we remain in hiding here, the other two will remain out of sight, so it appears we are just another newly mated Viken couple.”

“Won’t you be recognized?”

Tor grinned. “No. Our planet does not broadcast images like some. Here, everything is managed by a strict hierarchy, orders and laws being passed down from the highest-ranking members all the way to the common farmer and soldier. I doubt anyone here has ever seen anyone but the local leadership.”

I looked down at the vivid green grass. “Okay. But when I woke up, I heard you talking this morning. What does any of this have to do with training my ass?”

He smiled. I saw it out of the corner of my eye. “There is a ceremony that will make our bond permanent and legally binding. Our seed power will still call you, and us, but after we bond, it will no longer rule our bodies with such strength.”

“You mean I’ll be able to think about something other than fucking?”

“I hope not.” His all too sexy grin was unrepentant. “But without the bonding ceremony, you would crave us your entire life. The craving can be quite severe and has been known to drive unmated females mad.”

“You mean I will always be this… desperate?” I didn’t like that idea very much. I liked to be aroused, but this… this was too much.

“Not if you bond with us. All three of us. After we claim you, you will still feel the seed power, but it will be much more subdued.”

I didn’t need to be told more. The seed power currently pushed me to the very edge of my control. My body ached to be filled, to be touched. I craved the touch of my men. I needed it. The idea of being able to think again, to walk without the brush of my own clothing on sensitive skin driving me to distraction, was irresistible. “All right. I will bond with you.” I felt my cheeks heat and knew a dark pink invaded my face. “All three of you.”

“To bond with us, you will have to fuck all three of us at the same time. I will take your ass, Lev your pussy, and Drogan will fuck your mouth. Only then will the bond be recognized by our people.”

The idea of servicing all three men at once, being pressed between them, feeling and tasting their cocks at the same time, made me moan. Tor laughed and pulled me back onto the path. “That is why you must be trained. I do not wish to hurt you. I am big and your ass is tight.” We stopped in front of a hut.


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