Mated To The Vikens

As the crowd parted, Gunnar set me on my feet before him and settled his hands on my shoulders. The stance was a blatant claiming, and I welcomed it. I was proud to be his. And I wanted every woman in the room to know he was mine. So very mine.

And speaking of mine, where were my other mates? “Where are Erik and Rolf? They’ve been gone a long time.”

“Ten minutes is not a long time.”

I sighed. “It feels like longer.” I leaned against my mate, pressing my back to his chest and he held me, as I’d known he would, while the caterers, or cooks, or whatever the hell they called them on this planet rolled out a huge, pink-and-white birthday cake. The cake was as fancy and elaborate as any wedding cake I’d ever seen back home, with multiple layers, tiered dividers separating the entire confection into about twenty different sections.

At the front was a small, round cake with bright pink flowers and one candle, for the birthday girl.

I swallowed, thought about the dream. Three men. Three sets of hands. Three cocks.

“Three?” Holy crap. Three? What the hell was I supposed to do with three men?

She nodded. “Your match is lower than usual because you have three mates. I think eighty-five percent is quite remarkable for three.” She cocked her head to the side as she studied me. “You do not seem surprised. I assumed you would be shocked.”

“The dream,” I replied. I didn’t say more, for I was not going to recount how I was fucked by one man while I stroked two others off.

“There were three men in your simulation? Interesting. The last Earth woman matched to Viken was matched to three men as well, however they are triplets and genetically identical. Perhaps you experienced their mating ritual.”

“Are you telling me that was real?” Holy shit. I wanted to experience that for real. If I was going to have three men touching me like that, I didn’t mind going to Viken at all. In fact, I was ready.

“Yes. The experience was real, but someone else’s recorded neural experience. A different couple. Or…um, foursome. Out of all the simulations that flitted across your brain as part of the testing, this one was your match.”

My nipples hardened in agreement at the memory. Yes, that was definitely a match.

“There is a note here.” Her brow furrowed as she read. Finished, she lifted her gaze to me. “This makes sense now. It appears Viken has instituted a brand new mating protocol for the Interstellar Bride Program. Since their Queen came through the program, and her match to the triplets was so successful in uniting their planet, it has been decreed that other Viken males from the three different sectors now share a mate as well.” She waved her hand in the air. “I’m sure they will explain everything once you arrive.”

“That’s it?” I asked as she stood. “I just… go?”

“You’re right. There is one last question. Do you accept the results of the testing?”

“I do.”

“Sophia Antonelli, you are no longer a citizen of Earth, but of Viken. Good luck.”

The wall opened behind me and I saw a soft pale blue glow. My seat moved, as if on wheels. She patted my shoulder as I passed through the wall and was lowered into a vat of warm water. I felt instantly soothed, surrounded by protection, comfort.

I didn’t even mind the giant needle-like thing headed for the side of my skull.

Frowning, I turned from the strange, robotic arm to look back at the warden.

“Don’t worry, dear. That just implants your NPU so you can speak their language.”

Blinking, confused, I winced at the small pinch of pain behind my ear.

Damn. That was going to leave a mark.

Warden Egara smiled and stepped back as the wall began to move. Soon, I would be locked in this little room, in this blue water. Were they going to drown me?

Frantic now, I yanked on the restraints as the warden continued to smile.

“Your transport will begin in three…two…one.”

The blue water came to my chin and everything went black.