Chapter 13
Avery
I’ve been brutally fucked into total submission.
Like most girls, I used to wonder how life would be once I met a guy. One I liked enough to do more than kiss and swat his hands away when he tried to touch things I wasn’t ready for him to touch.
I even wondered how adventurous I would be.
I wasn’t opposed to trying new things, if I liked him enough.
Maybe even some wilder things, if he was into it.
One of my best friends used to say she’d try anything once.
It was practically her life motto. I wasn’t quite that daring, but I was willing to consider it for most things, but I never expected to go this far, even if I got married.
Now I’m tied to the headboard via restraints. My mouth tastes like them. Their seed is leaking from my ass and dried around it. My pussy has been taken so many times, I feel permanently wet, semen and arousal mixed together between my thighs.
After they freed me from the stocks and we had dinner together, they started with the sex toys.
That was when they put the restraints on my wrists.
Luckily, all the toys are similar to ones I’ve seen on Earth.
Dildos, vibrators, feathers. There’s a bit of everything on the floor, on the table by the bed, and a large vibrator is right beside my face. I’m too tired to care.
I don’t know if it was another test or not, but they didn’t put the restraints on very tight. I could get out of them if I tried. I also know the door will open now. Erik spent lots of time getting everything prepared so there would be no delays when we make a break for it.
I might be able to escape. Slip the restraints off, grab the keycard, and leave while they’re passed out around me on this enormous bed.
But my resistance has been broken. The pull I feel toward them, the bond, it’s gotten stronger.
I’m not going anywhere without them. Whatever life I could have had on Utopia 64 is one I’ll never know.
I finally pass out from exhaustion, sleeping with my wrists bound to the headboards.
When I wake up, Erik is already up. So is Ivar.
Sigurd is still beside me, and we’ve both moved some in our sleep.
I’m pressed against his chest, and one of his massive arms is across me, cupping my ass, even while he sleeps.
“Sigurd, wake the fuck up!” Erik calls out. “Third time I’ve tried to get your ass out of bed.”
“I’ll get up soon,” Sigurd mumbles, pulling me closer and squeezing my ass. “Just let me enjoy a few more minutes with our mate.”
“I thought you were asleep,” I whisper.
“Nah,” he murmurs. “But I’m not ready to get up yet.”
I didn’t picture Sigurd as the cuddling type, but I won’t complain. I like being in his big, strong arms. I know he will protect me, no matter what happens. All of them will. I mean something to them. Something more than I would have ever been on Earth. A true mate for all three of them.
I’m beginning to understand that this is bigger than me.
Bigger than us. Bigger than the planet I grew up on.
I don’t know if it’s Cosmic Influence, the will of ancient gods, or something supernatural, but the connection I feel toward them is as real as my next breath.
Fighting it is pointless. My body knows what it wants. I have to accept that.
Accepting it means my future is with them.
On a planet they call Midgard. I’ll be wed to them, but I’ve already been claimed.
I may already be pregnant, considering how many times they’ve taken me.
My children could have Fenrir’s Mark, like their father.
That means they won’t just be powerful Viking warriors. They’ll also be wolves.
It should scare me more than it does, but I’ve come to accept that, just like I’ve come to accept that I’m their mate.
“Sigurd!” Erik yells, some annoyance in his voice. “Seriously, it’s time to get up. We need to get ready and you’re not even dressed yet.”
“Fucking hell,” Sigurd mutters.
“I guess we should both get up,” I sigh. “I need a shower before we leave.”
“Yeah, I guess I could use one too,” Sigurd admits, then he raises his voice loud enough for his brothers to hear. “If Erik’s schedule won’t be disrupted too much by a shower!”
“There’s time,” Ivar says. “Just hurry.”
“Mm, maybe that means we should shower together,” Sigurd chuckles. “To save time.”
“I don’t know about that,” I groan, feeling a twinge of arousal between my thighs, despite my concern. “We might take too long.”
“Either come with me willingly, or I’ll have to spank you again,” he warns, but it’s not as aggressive as I’m used to with him. He gently smacks my ass as a firmer warning.
“Fine,” I relent, nuzzling against his chest, tracing one of his scars with my finger.
We slowly get out of bed. I’m sore, but not like I should be, considering what they’ve done to me.
The room has an attached bathroom, just like my childhood bedroom had.
Sigurd leads me into it and starts the shower.
It’s large enough for both of us to fit.
All four of us could fit comfortably in there, considering the size.
“By Freya’s kiss, you’re beautiful,” Sigurd sighs, running his hands along my arms once we’re under the water. “I haven’t told you that enough, I know. Been too carried away with… other things.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to tell me once we get home,” I say, looking up at him with a grin on my face.
I may not be completely sure about this arrangement I’ve been forced into, but I can’t deny that my body reacts to his compliment, just like it reacts to everything else.
“Every fucking day,” Sigurd promises.
I reach for the soap and lather my hands, but I start washing Sigurd instead of myself. He seems a bit confused at first, but then allows me to continue. My hands move across his broad chest, along his muscular arms, and across his abs.
“Never had a woman bathe me before,” he chuckles. “Other than servants.”
“It wasn’t a thing where you’re from?” I ask, raising a brow.
“No, our women craved battle. It was hard enough to get them to bathe the children, much less anyone else,” he says. “Not that I ever had to worry about that.”
I’ve learned a lot about my mates from the conversations we’ve had.
Sometimes when we’re eating together. Sometimes when we’re exhausted in bed.
Ivar and Erik both had wives and children.
Sigurd didn’t. He seems torn on whether that spared him from the kind of pain Ivar and Erik felt when they lost their families or just made things worse.
“You won’t have to worry about that with me,” I say. “I have no plans to rush into battle. I’ll let you guys handle the fighting.”
“Probably for the best. You’re a beautiful woman, but I don’t think you could even lift my hammer, much less fight with it,” he teases.
“Probably not,” I admit, moving my hands lower.
“Careful, little girl,” he says. “You’re going to wake something up and this won’t be a quick shower.”
I shouldn’t do this. I’m already unsure, but I’m caving. I’m losing my resistance. I’m discovering that I like things I never imagined liking.
“Maybe I want to wake it up,” I grin, sliding my hand along his shaft. It swells from my touch and he groans.
“Now you’re just asking to get fucked,” Sigurd growls.
“I know,” I say, continuing to tease his length.
Sigurd grabs my arm. He turns me toward the wall and leans against me, kissing my neck as he rubs his cock against my pussy. I’ve been aroused since I woke up, so there’s no resistance when he pushes into me. I’ve gotten used to his size, just like I’ve gotten used to his roughness.
“I’m never going to get enough of you,” Sigurd hisses, moving his cock inside me, the chaotically aligned ridges making me shudder with pleasure. “No matter how many times I have you.”
I whimper and moan as his slow movements give way to hard thrusts. One hand holds my hip, keeping me steady. The other roams along my wet body, squeezing my breasts, caressing my stomach, and then he goes lower, a finger grazing my clit while he pumps his cock into me.
“Oh, god,” I groan as his callused finger settles on my clit, rubbing it roughly. “You’re going to make me come so fast if you do that…”
“Good,” he rumbles into my ear, kissing and biting my neck. “Nothing like a few orgasms to get the motor running in the morning.”
“Or wear me out before we leave,” I whimper.
“That just means you won’t be able to run away,” he chuckles, his hips still hammering his dick into my pussy while his finger circles my clit.
“I won’t run again, I promise,” I mewl. “But if you make me come too many times, you may have to carry me.”
“I’m sure I can manage that. I’ll throw you over my shoulder and slap your ass every time I kill one of those tentacle-faced freaks,” he says. “You can keep count for me.”
“You really think you’ll have to fight more of them?” I groan, the pressure building inside me fast due to the combination.
“Not if Erik’s plan works, but I’m always ready for a fight,” he replies, his finger moving a little faster. “Just like I’m always ready to make my mate come.”
The pressure gets tighter, and then it unravels. An orgasm sweeps through me, and my pussy clenches his cock for a moment, then flutters on his length while he continues to drive it into me.
“Oh, Sigurd,” I gasp, then the combination of his touch and his cock unravel me again. “Oh, god!”
My second orgasm is stronger than the first. It makes me seize up until all I feel is bliss from Sigurd’s brutal thrusts. Then I realize I’m seizing up because I’m going to come again. I can’t even verbalize it. I just spasm on his cock, my entire body shuddering.
“You’re insatiable, but damn if you don’t feel good,” Sigurd says. “And now I’m going to fill you.”
“Yes, please,” I whimper, pushing back against him.
Sigurd’s ridged cock erupts inside me and his seed rushes into me until his balls are empty. I don’t come again, but the ripples of pleasure still feel incredible when he throbs against my g-spot with his release.
Then he’s still. Everything is. He moves his hand away from my hip, kisses my neck, and slowly pulls out of me. I gasp from the emptiness, but the pleasure is still making me tingle.
“Finish what you started, little girl,” he says. “You made my cock sticky with your sweet honey, so go ahead and clean it.”
I smile as I turn around and reach for the soap. Sigurd has a dazed look in his eyes. A slight curl on the left side of his lip. The closest he gets to a smile, from what I’ve seen. He lets out a soft groan when my lathered hand strokes his length.
“You’re not sticky,” I laugh, washing away the result of our lust.
“Close enough,” he smirks.
I finish washing him, then he takes the soap and lathers his hands. I can tell he’s not used to it, but the way he moves his hands along my skin makes me not care about a thorough bath. I just like the way it feels when he touches me.
“Bet you’re sticky too,” he says, rubbing a hand between my legs.
“You guys know I’m not really made of honey, right?” I gasp, tingles of pleasure shooting through me.
“You taste like you are,” he chuckles, teasing my clit with a few maddening circles before sliding his hands down my legs.
After he’s done washing me and the shower has rinsed away the soap, we stay under the water, kissing and touching each other for another ten minutes before he finally turns the water off.
I wish we had more time. Sigurd is a brute, but there’s some gentleness under his roughness, even if he seems more beast than man sometimes.
I’m getting too comfortable with him.
“I guess we should get back,” Sigurd sighs, opening the shower and reaching for a towel. “Erik has a schedule. He doesn’t like it when we don’t adhere to it.”
“His plans got you this far, so they must be pretty good ones,” I say, leaning against Sigurd while he dries me off. “Otherwise, I’m sure you and Ivar wouldn’t follow them.”
“Ivar generally has the final say. We respect that. Our wolves are pack animals, by instinct, and we respect the oldest like wild wolves respect their Alpha, but Erik’s better with the technical shit.
Always has been,” Sigurd says. “Every time he’d get a gift, he’d take it apart just to see how it worked.
Usually drove our father crazy, but that sure came in handy after the plague. ”
“I can’t imagine what that would have been like. Losing everyone to a plague,” I say, enjoying the warmth of the towel and his hands. “Being one of the only ones left.”
“It was hell, Avery,” he says. “Still is, but things are going to be a lot better now that we’ve found you.”
It was hard enough losing my parents and some of my friends when things got chaotic after the meteor was spotted.
That was nothing compared to what they went through.
The Intergalactic Alliance didn’t help them, like they helped us.
I guess I can understand why my mates hate them like they do.
I’m sure the people who were left behind after the blue beams stopped didn’t have great things to say about the aliens.
After we walk out of the bathroom, I get dressed. Sigurd puts on his clothes, then starts assembling his armor. I sit on the bed and watch.
Things are really happening now. We’re going to leave this room, steal a spaceship, and fly to their planet.
I hope it’s as easy as they make it sound.