All we had to do was get Violet alone and convince her to let us make her ours forever.
But looking at her, I realized I didn’t want to wait until we were back on Viken.
I wanted us to claim her here. Now.
This time, nothing or no one would stand in our way.
13
Calder, The Mirana Oasis, Outpost Two, Trion
I wanted to strip naked and leap into the cool water of the oasis more than anything. Well, almost anything. I wanted Violet more. And I wanted her now. The need to be buried deep in her pussy, to share her with Axon and Zed as we claimed her together…the true official Viken claiming, was so great my balls ached. My heart ached, too, with the need to show her how much she meant to me, to all three of us.
She was our family, our world. The center of our very happiness. I felt I could even think that for Zed and Axon as well because…we all agreed. I’d just had to get my head out of my ass and be thankful she had those two in her life as well. She was safe and whole, completely unharmed from the serving woman’s attack, because of them.
Mindy was out of the ReGen pod and well. Bertok had returned to his wilderness home, wherever the fuck that was. While he hadn’t been the assassin, seeing the back of him only eased my mind. The serving woman was in the outpost’s jail, under close watch. She’d be interrogated for her actions, confirmed she worked alone. For now, Outpost Two was safe once again.
Our attention could focus once again on Violet. Nothing else. Not danger, not a sick sister, not even our jobs as royal guards. Just Violet. And she was still in the filmy Trion dress. Her body was still slick with oil. Her body was visible and her nipples still thrust through the holes in the fabric. She was sex incarnate. Decadent and sexy. Lush and nubile as intended. I was proud that she was my mate. Proud that the males in the room had lust in their eyes for her, that they would have fucked her if they’d been allowed, if she hadn’t belonged to another. Me. Axon. Zed.
Yet she wasn’t from Trion and she wasn’t Goran’s. They’d been lusting after a false woman, at who they thought was Mindy. A Trion mate completely satisfied in her submission, in the satisfaction given to her by Goran.
But she wasn’t Mindy. She didn’t belong in the garb. In the rings and chains that adorned her. She belonged simple and pure. Basic and naked. Just Violet. Only her skin, slick with her natural sweat, wet with her sweet nectar. Eager solely for our cocks.
I’d watched her as she’d knelt before Goran. A gorgeous submissive. Perfect in that role. Loving and adoring to her false-mate. But I’d known that squirm, recognized the true reason for her nipples being hard, for the lust in her eyes. She wanted our cocks. Wanted the oil used to prepare that ass, to make that perfect hole ready for my cock. Axon’s sliding past her lips and deep into her throat. For Zed’s mouth on her pussy or his cock deep in her pussy.
Zed.
He’d worked her up with the application of oil that had been required. Glistening mates was a thing on Trion. He’d played with her pussy as he’d parted her thighs and shaved her bare. And we’d watched. Fuck, did we watch. It had been easy for him to ensure she was well into her role as devoted mate. So while she’d adoringly and eagerly looked up at Goran, it had all been for us.
Axon had reminded me of the seed power, of her need that would grow by the minute. In the fear, the anger and even the determination of seeing the perpetrators brought to justice, we’d all disregarded our mate’s growing need to be fucked again.
And when the fucking attack came and the insanity that followed, it had been pushed far down beneath our concerns for her safety.
But now, here…in this little hidden oasis so like Viken, she would be soothed. She would be fucked. And she would be claimed. We could wait no longer.
“This place is incredible. No wonder Mindy had been so excited to come here!” Violet exclaimed as we walked down a narrow, sandy path through the thick foliage.
It was beautiful. We quickly became enclosed in extensive green trees, lush leaves, like what was familiar and found on Viken. Colors of the rainbow—deep reds, purples and browns—surrounded us. Even overhead, the sky was muted by a thick canopy of nature. The trail opened up and Violet gasped as Axon moved to the side. She stopped and stared.
A deep pool of water was before us with craggy rocks. It fed from some kind of natural spring, the sound of trickling water mixed with the rustle of leaves. The ground beneath our feet was dark brown moss and loam, soft and rich. Moist, just like the air. It was as if we’d left the arid outpost behind us and walked into our own little world.
And we were alone. Goran had assured us Mirana was ours for the rest of the day. Guards had even led us to the path—I doubted if we’d be able to find it otherwise—and remained outside, guarding our privacy and our lives. Once I was balls deep in my mate, I would not be aware of my surroundings, of keeping her safe.
“It’s beautiful,” Violet murmured, studying the water. She went to the edge, knelt down so the dress pooled about her bent legs, and dipped her fingers in. Her eyes widened and a smile spread on her face. “It’s warm!”
“Then we shall swim,” Zed said, tugging off his Trion clothing.
Both Axon and I toed off our shoes. The idea of having Violet wet and slippery had us all eager.
Violet needed no persuading as she stripped off her dress. “I’ve never gone skinny dipping before.”
Once bare, all three of us stopped and stared at her. I had my shirt dangling from my fingers, forgotten. Her skin almost shimmered with the oil, each and every curve highlighted. Her breasts still had the rings and chains, which had Goran’s coins swinging and bumping into her belly.
This was how every male in that tent had wanted to see her. But she was ours and ours alone.
She was just so beautiful, it still awed me that she was mine. Ours. We had not touched her the way we wanted since we arrived on Trion. Two days. Two long days since we’d shared her, touched her, reminded her that she was ours. As Goran would say, fark. Too long for our mate to be without more of our seed.
My cock was instantly hard at the luscious sight of her. No, harder. Yet she was adorned like a Trion mate and she was not one. She was not Mindy.