The armchair wasn’t much better, and any one of the warriors would dwarf the seat, but even that had to be more comfortable than their present predicament.
“No.” All three of them spoke in unison so I shrugged and took the seat myself, facing them. Self-conscious, I tugged my robe down as close to my knees as I could get it, managing to cover up almost all the skin of my exposed thighs.
“Why not?”
“Because one of us would then have a tactical disadvantage in winning your favor.” He inclined his head to me. “I am Calder. Your mate.” The man with dark brown eyes spoke, and his voice was deep, but not hard like Zed’s. Smooth and seductive. My body responded just as it had to Zed’s command, with a rush of heat and added wetness between my thighs, making me squirm.
No squirming!
I couldn’t get the processing dream out of my head. Couldn’t stop imagining being between these three warriors. They were serious male specimens. All three of them.
Leaning back, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Tactical disadvantage? Are you at war?”
“Yes. A war for your heart, mate.” This was the third man, and his smile was easy, charming. “I am Axon. And I offer you pleasure such as you’ve never imagined.” He was the least intimidating of the three, despite the fact that he was equal in size. His eyes were green, his black brows making the contrast intensely interesting. He was, in a word, gorgeous. Greek god worthy. I imagined him looking up at me from between my legs as he made me come over and over with his skilled tongue.
Jeez. What the hell was wrong with me? It was like I was an animal in heat, unable to control my most basic urges. I wanted to see them. Really see them.
“Take off your hats,” I commanded.
They did so, each holding their ball cap on their lap as I took my time inspecting my Viken mates. The first man, Zed, had light blond hair cut military short. His lips were full, light pink, and curved up at the corner as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, knew why I was squirming. Maybe he did. His eyes were light blue, like lasers. So intense I couldn’t hold his gaze long without looking away.
The second, Axon, was the Greek god. Black hair just long enough to curl over the collar of his coat and caress the top of his arched brows. Olive skin. Green eyes as dark as pine trees. His smile was friendly, non-threatening. I could imagine him on a beach drinking a margarita without a care in the world. Or in an Armani suit in Los Angeles, dating a supermodel or an actress.
And the third? Calder. His hair was a deep auburn that made me want to run my hands through it to find out if it was as soft and warm as it looked. His hair was long, past his shoulders, and tied back with a band of some kind at the base of his neck. His lips were thinner, but his gaze was different from the others. He looked at me like I already belonged to him. Like he’d kissed me a thousand times. Like he was mine.
Holy shit, I was in serious trouble here. All big, dominant—blatantly so—and they all wanted me. Me! I squirmed some more.
Clearing my throat, I leaned forward again and rested my elbows on my thighs. Focus. Mindy. Trion. I had a plan. I would find a way to get to Trion and find a mate there. How hard could it be?
These three were gorgeous. Hunks. Perfect. They should have no trouble at all finding another mate willing to…umm...yeah. I could not finish that thought right now because did I really want all that amazingly heated focus on some other woman?
I swallowed again, licked my suddenly dry lips. “Look, I appreciate the fact that you all came here to meet me. I do. I’m flattered. But Warden Egara should have told you the truth. I can’t go to Viken. I’m sorry. I have to go to Trion.”
“Why?” Zed asked, his glacier gaze demanding the truth.
At least they were listening. “Because my sister is there. We’ve never been separated in our entire lives. Not for a single day, until now, until she volunteered eight weeks ago and was matched there. Where she goes, I go. I have to find her and make sure she’s all right. I have to go to Trion to be with her, not Viken. I’m sorry.”
There. Done. I’d told them the truth. Now they would leave. Which was oddly disappointing, but I’d deal with it.
Standing, I made my way to the door and wrapped my hand around the handle, ready to send them on their way. They could take their ridiculous clothing back to Viken as souvenirs from their visit.
Calder stood, took hold of the front of the shirt and tugged, the buttons flying off, pinging against the wall and the tile floor before he shrugged the fabric from his shoulders to dangle from one hand at his side.
I stopped breathing. Holy crap. Muscles. Scars. Man. Without the ridiculous shirt, he was magnificent. Unlike any tourist I’d ever seen before.
“I am Calder, your mate. Once you choose me, and the claiming is complete, I give you my word I will take you to Trion to find your sister.” The vow was given without hesitation and I knew he meant it.
I dropped my hand from the front of my robe and took a step toward him. He could take me to Trion? I didn’t know him,
didn’t know what he was like, but Warden Egara said the match was ninety-seven percent. That was pretty damn high, and seemed to me, worth the risk if he could get me to my sister. “I—”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence as both Zed and Axon stood as well, stripping off their ridiculous Hawaiian shirts, more buttons flying every which way as they did so. If they’d done that at my apartment complex pool, someone walking by would have fallen in the water. This, bare, was the real them. No disguises, nothing to hide behind.
Once their shirts hit the floor, I literally lost the capacity to think. Three smoking hot men stood before me, half naked, with a look in their eyes that had nothing to do with words and everything to do with sex. Mind blowing, surrounded by men, make me come over and over again, sex. Their shorts hit them a few inches above their knees and were in pastel shades, but I couldn’t have told you what color exactly because all I noticed was the thick bulges of their cocks beneath the cotton. Thick and long, like pipes. Oh. My. God. The aliens were armed with huge cocks. How did they walk around with those things? The bigger—yes, pun intended—question was…would they fit in my pussy?
This time, when I squirmed, my thighs were wet, my pajama shorts ruined because my pussy was eager to give them all a try.
And I wanted it. Them. Their cocks. All three of that big, long, thick alien maleness. My pussy was practically screaming for me to strip naked and lay down on the floor, let them do anything and everything they wanted to me. My body wanted the dream, the promise of pleasure I’d been teased with in that processing chair. I’d never even entertained the idea of three lovers before that. But now? It was all I could think about, especially with them standing before me, silently offering me everything.