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"Styx Legion, Enforcer, Hyperion/Hunter/Prillon hybrid... One of the Legion's top 5 people. He’s as bad as they come." - GG

Cormac of Styx Legion knows his value to his people. He is an enforcer, a weapon to be wielded. Nothing more. He is accepted but not loved. Feared but not welcomed. He is brutal, efficient and utterly alone.

When he receives a coded message claiming he has been matched with an Interstellar Bride, he knows the match must be a terrible miscalculation. When his bride turns out to be a young, innocent human, there is nothing he can do but protect her until the error can be corrected. Rogue 5 is no place for a naïve female, especially one as beautiful, sensitive and completely WRONG for him as Abigail Gregg.

Cormac vows to protect her. Shelter her. Hide his darkness. Make sure she is mated to a worthy male, not a killer. But gods help him, she won’t leave him the F#CK alone. She won’t stop tempting him to touch her. To tame her. To give in and take what he wants.

When Cormac—her ‘perfect’ matched mate—claims she’s a mistake, Abigail Gregg has had enough bullsh!t from men on every planet. If Cormac doesn’t want her, she’ll find someone she wants. A male with mountains of muscle, scars, tattoos, a rebel attitude, and fangs. God, yes please. A male with fangs who’s not afraid to bite.

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Cormac of Styx Legion knows his value to his people. He is an enforcer, a weapon to be wielded. Nothing more. He is accepted but not loved. Feared but not welcomed. He is brutal, efficient and utterly alone.

When he receives a coded message claiming he has been matched with an Interstellar Bride, he knows the match must be a terrible miscalculation. When his bride turns out to be a young, innocent human, there is nothing he can do but protect her until the error can be corrected. Rogue 5 is no place for a naïve female, especially one as beautiful, sensitive and completely WRONG for him as Abigail Gregg.

Cormac vows to protect her. Shelter her. Hide his darkness. Make sure she is mated to a worthy male, not a killer. But gods help him, she won’t leave him the F#CK alone. She won’t stop tempting him to touch her. To tame her. To give in and take what he wants.

When Cormac—her ‘perfect’ matched mate—claims she’s a mistake, Abigail Gregg has had enough bullsh!t from men on every planet. If Cormac doesn’t want her, she’ll find someone she wants. A male with mountains of muscle, scars, tattoos, a rebel attitude, and fangs. God, yes please. A male with fangs who’s not afraid to bite.

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In 3..2..1..
Vikens Kayson, Geros and Mal are not hers. She is not theirs. So why does their every touch set her on fire? Why is it so easy to give in to the pleasure they provide? She must play along. Nothing is real. Every magical touch, every gasp, is just part of the mission. When she begs for more, it's all part of the plan...isn't it?

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Chosen by the Vikens


NSFW - Read Chapter One NOW!
 Ms. Smith, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida

Don’t worry, she said.

Nothing will hurt, she said.

Only a formality…

Warden Egara was a liar. A brutal, cold, calculating…

“Look at me when I am fucking you, mate.” The command plucked a chord inside my chest like my heart was a guitar string, and that damn string ran directly to my clit. Wet heat at my core throbbed and felt heavy. Empty.

No. Not me. Not my body. Hers. Whoever this stranger was, I was somehow locked inside her mind, feeling what she was feeling.

Wanting what she did. Needing it.

Like me, this woman had some sass. “You aren’t fucking me yet. Not like he is.”

Like he is? What?

Someone shifted beneath me, a massive cock moving in and out of my ass just enough to make me drop my head back and moan. God, it was so big. So tight. So, wicked, decadent, hot and... forbidden.

I clenched my muscles around that cock and forced a moan from the throat of the man beneath me. A feminine satisfaction I had never once felt in real life filled me like a drug. But this wasn’t me. Right?

This body, this woman knew these men were hers and hers alone. There was no doubt. No shame. She laid on top of her lover, back pressed to his chest as he filled her from behind. As he plucked my—I mean her nipples. Growled in her ear. “You like that, mate? You want more?”

“Yes.” The answer was immediate.

I—she—whatever. I was here. Somehow, I was experiencing what was happening to someone else’s body. I had two lovers. One beneath me, holding me down as his hands played with my breasts, his cock buried inside me. The other stood before me, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his rigid length. My legs were spread wide. I was open and ready, so wet the air felt cold on my aching pussy.

Somehow I knew that he had just sucked me off, that his tongue and lips had worked my core, licked and sucked and devoured me until I exploded.

 I wanted that cock inside me. Now. Right now. Nothing less was going to satisfy me. I was an animal. Feral and needy. I’d heard the words basic bitch a thousand times and I was giving that stupid term a whole new meaning.

Lust was basic. Pleasure. I’d always dreamed about having more than one lover, but I’d never had the guts to try it out. I was an upstanding citizen. My momma took me to church every Sunday until I graduated from High School. I only had sex with someone I was dating and usually in the missionary position. I didn’t ask for more. I never told the handful of lovers I’d had what I really wanted. Because what I dreamed about was naughty. Filthy. Wrong.

Here I was, naked with a cock inside my ass and another about to fill my pussy.

I felt bad. So, so bad. Naughty.

I wanted more.

As if this ghost woman read my mind, she arched her back, driving the shaft inside deeper even as I felt the wet lips of my pussy open like a flower. “Please.”

The man before me cupped his cock, rubbing the pre-cum around the tip with his thumb. I looked up at him but couldn’t quite make out his face.

Damn it, I wanted to see his—

“That’s right, love. Beg.” He thrust deep in one slow, smooth motion that had me keening like a wild animal. I was so close…

“Not yet, love. Don’t you fucking come until you take all of us.” A man’s hand tunneled into my hair and angled my head back, my chin up and to the side. She gasped, but not in shock—as I was—but in anticipation. She knew this was coming.

I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide, reaching across the soft fabric for the muscled thigh I somehow knew would be there. He moved as I did, kneeling on one side of me, his foot placed on my opposite side, near my waist. There, easily within reach was a magnificent, massive cock attacked to six-pack abs and thighs so muscled they couldn’t be real. They just couldn’t be—

I reached for his cock and pulled him down to me. Licked the tip to tease him.

“Fuck. Suck me down. Do it now.”

As if for emphasis of that order, the two cocks buried in my body heaved forward to lift me closer. With a giggle that never would have come from my throat, she opened her mouth and took him throat deep in one go.

Holy shit.

“Now you may come, female. With your mates fucking you. You belong to us now.”

Belong? I didn’t belong to anyone. I was not property. I—

They moved. All three. Gently pulled back. Thrust deep.

Again.

They moved in rhythm as if they had done this a hundred times before. The hands on my nipples twisted just hard enough to burn but not hurt. The man fucking my pussy wrapped huge hands around my legs and held me open. The lover whose cock was in my mouth leaned over and took control of my wrists.

I was locked down. Trapped. There was nothing I could do but accept what they were doing to me. Take it.

Shame burned through me like wildfire through dry grass, but I couldn’t stop because she would not stop. They fucked me over and over, all three of them touching me with hot skin. I could hear their breathing and mine. Frantic. Out of control.

She didn’t feel any guilt or remorse. She had no second thoughts. She took them as if it was her right to feel this way, to want them all, to fuck them all.

God. I couldn’t imagine. But now I didn’t have to.

The orgasm roared through me like a freight train at full speed and I cried out around the cock in my mouth. My pussy and ass muscles clenched down, the tightness, the resistance making the muscle spasms inside me even stronger. There was a sharp sting as one of them gave a light swat to my bottom. It was perfect.

Yes… I was exploding into glitter. Burning to ash. There was nothing left of me but their cocks. Their hands. Emotion surged through me like a flash flood of joy. Lust.

Love.

Shit. That last one was definitely not me.

“Ms. Smith? Can you hear me?” The question was from a female voice, not male. The confusion pulled me away from my lovers. Their hands. Their cocks.

Nooo. The love the woman had for her lovers overwhelmed me like a dagger to my chest. My eyes burned. Tears rolled freely down my cheeks. It hurt. So bad.

“Ms. Smith? The testing is over. How are you feeling?”

Testing? I was taking a test?

“I know it is difficult, but you need to let go. Don’t fight the program.”

Program? I tried to blink. Focus. Nothing felt right. Or real.

“Ms. Smith? Can you hear me? You are at the Interstellar Brides Processing center. I am Warden Egara. We just completed your planetary assessment required to clear you for your mission.” A small, cool hand rested against my cheek for a moment, then my forehead.

“Yes. I can hear you.” Damn it. Mission. One word and it all came flooding back to me. I sounded like I’d eaten half a can of nails and not yet recovered. Smith wasn’t my real name, but I wasn’t sharing that bit of information either.

“Excellent.”

“Water.”

“Of course.” I blinked the woman into focus as she used a nod of her head to order someone to bring me water. At least, that’s what I thought she was doing. I’d get the water myself, but I was strapped down to a chair that looked like it belonged in the horror story version of getting a tooth pulled. Of course, any trip to the dentist was a nightmare for me. Total nightmare.

I laughed at myself. Idiot. I could be shot at by international criminals and mercenaries without batting an eye. Put me in a dentist’s chair and I needed laughing gas and a sedative.

Ironic. That was the word I was looking for.

“Ms. Smith. The water?”

I brought myself back to the room and found one of Warden Egara’s minions holding a small plastic cup full of water to my lips. Grateful, I leaned forward and did my best to drink it as she poured. In the end, I only had a few drops soaking the chest area of my processing gown. I considered that a win.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” The young women smiled at me briefly before nodding at the warden and exiting the room. The finality of the locking noise I heard when the door closed had my hands in fists. Here we go.

“Well?” I leaned forward as far as the wrist bindings would allow. “Did I pass your little test?” I was the fifth agent they’d brought here for this assignment. The first four women had never come back.

“Indeed. You are the first to be compatible with Viken.”

“Great.” I’d passed. Now she could get on with this—“What do you mean, I’m the first? What happened to the other four agents? They never reported back. I assumed they went to Viken as well.”

“Oh, no.” Warden Egara smiled at me like I had missed the punchline of some joke.

“Then why didn’t they come back?”

“They accepted their matches and left Earth behind to claim their mates.”

“They what?” Was this a bad joke? “I knew Agent Spinoza. She never would have abandoned her job like that. No way.”

“Maria Spinoza was matched to Trion and completed her processing and transport yesterday. I am sure her mate has claimed her by now.”

“On Trion?” I’d heard of the planet. I’d. been debriefed on all the various alien civilizations, their males and…lifestyles. I tried to imagine my friend, Maria, tied up and helpless as a massive alien’s big cock slammed deep.

My pussy did a little dance inside me. Again. The idea of being tied up turned me on almost as much as the three on one sex-capade I’d been experiencing in my own processing test.

“Of course.” The warden smiled. “She was a ninety-six percent match.”

Of course she was. Jeez. I wondered what percentage success the magic matching machine—alien computer—had given my match to Viken. I opened my mouth to ask, then stopped. No. I didn’t want to know. The less I knew the better.

Didn’t matter how hot my fellow agents turned out to be. Absolutely didn’t matter that I was going to have to pretend to belong to three males on one of the most primitive planets I’d ever heard of.

Semen that makes a woman crazed and obsessed with having more sex? Yeah, I’d read the brief on Viken. Society. Biology. Everything the agency had on them—and it was a lot. I’d pored over every detail. Committed it to memory.

These aliens were going to be keeping their jizz to themselves. I wasn’t staying…


***

Will ‘Ms. Smith’ stick to her guns when confronted with three hotter-than-hell Viken warriors who want her naked? Hmmm? Call me crazy, but I don’t think so…

~Grace

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"A full length novel by Grace Goodwin in her b3sts3lling Interstellar Brides® series. A new mission in the long awaited, fiery HOT world of Viken, it's a must read for sci-fi romance lovers!" ~Author BB


Chosen? Hardly. Kayson, Geros and Mal are not hers.

She is not theirs. So why does their every touch set her on fire?

Why is it so easy to give in to the pleasure they provide?

She must play along. Nothing is real.

Every magical touch, every gasp, is just part of the mission. When she begs for more, it's all part of the plan...isn't it?

And falling in love with all three of them? Absolutely forbidden.



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3 Viken warriors trying to seduce her..

A band of assassins who want to kill her..

And exactly when did this mission become a battle for her heart?



Chosen by the Vikens


Chosen? Hardly. Kayson, Geros and Mal are not hers.

She is not theirs. So why does their every touch set her on fire?

Why is it so easy to give in to the pleasure they provide?

She must play along. Nothing is real.

Every magical touch, every gasp, is just part of the mission. When she begs for more, it's all part of the plan...isn't it?

And falling in love with all three of them? Absolutely forbidden.

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A band of assassins who want to kill her.

And exactly when did this mission become a battle for her heart?

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