Claimed By The Vikens. Grace Goodwin
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It had been nothing more than a dream. A worthless, meaningless dream taunting me with everything I didn’t dare want and knew I wouldn’t get.
Trion. That’s where I was going. I had to talk some sense into my sister who was there even now. And since I knew those Trion men were hardcore into dominance, and not into sharing, I wrapped my head around the idea that more likely than not, I’d be transported to that wild planet, tied up and spanked by my new mate in a matter of hours. But three men? That was so not happening on Trion. No matter how fucking amazing it had been. A dream, nothing more.
God. My skin was drenched in sweat, my pussy still swollen and pulsing from the first orgasm they’d given me. But just like in the dream, I was still worked up. Needy. If I just closed my eyes, I could still feel the lingering touch of my lover’s caress on my back. My hard little clit was sensitive and engorged. My nipples ached from being played with. My jaw muscles were tired from a deep throat fuck.
Yet it was all illusion. A complete mind-fuck. Those men weren’t here with me. Warden Egara was. Not that she wasn’t attractive, but she was not my type. Not. With a capital N.
Resigned to the inevitable, I sighed and opened my eyes to find her staring at me with the patience of a damn saint. She had that look that nurses get when they’re waiting for you to deal with whatever bad news they just handed down. See this gigantic needle? Yeah? It needs to go into your spine. It’s going to feel like I’m crushing your spinal chord in a fist. Sorry, sweetie.
Warden Egara raised a brow. “Are you with me, Miss Nichols?”
“I bet every woman you wake from their testing hates you as much as I do right about now,” I told her, despising her so much.
She leaned over me, all crisp uniform, dark brown hair sleek and tidy in a bun, her expression almost stern, but her gray eyes were oddly sad, as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. But supervising the matching of brides from Earth to the rest of the universe, maybe she did. Although, my statement had the corner of her mouth tipping up. “Probably.”
“And it wasn’t three hot, well-hung men I told to give me their cocks, but you. Right? Please tell me I didn’t really say that out loud.”
Now, she did smile. “Don’t worry, I’ve heard worse.”
Hah! Not from me, she hadn’t. I was so embarrassed I wanted to dissolve into a puddle and slide out of the chair. I shifted in my seat, as best I could considering it was hard, unforgiving, and my wrists were restrained. “So my testing was completely normal? That was completely normal?”
She nodded, then stepped back.
“If that was normal, why pull me out? That’s just mean. A girl needs dreams like that for as long as they last.”
The warden nodded in what I assumed was understanding—but she’d still pulled me out of the testing dream at the good part—and sat down at the generic table and chair. “Because soon it won’t be a dream. It can be your reality,” she told me. “You’ve been matched, Miss Nichols, with a ninety-seven percent compatibility, which is remarkable.”
I nodded. “That’s why I’m here. I accept the match. Send me. I’m ready.” Time to get off this planet and reunite with my twin. How dare Mindy leave me here like this? I wanted to cry and scream at her at the same time. Instead, I blinked until I regained control of my emotions and focused on the warden. I stared at her, but I didn’t really see her. My thoughts shifted to Mindy, to the message she’d left me on my cell.
Josh dumped me, the jerk. I SWEAR there are no good men left on Earth. Don’t hate me, but I volunteered to be an Interstellar Bride. I’ve been matched to Trion! Sending this to you so you don’t worry. Gotta run...or transport. Whatever. ‘Beam me up, Scottie!’ I’m getting married to an alien. Ha! I love you, Sissy. I’ll get a message to you when I can. I’m so excited. I’m outta here.
I’d heard of breakup texts before, but this was worse. So much worse. My baby sister—my identical twin sister, younger than me by three minutes—left me a stupid text to tell me she was leaving the fucking planet to be matched to an alien. And she’d gotten Trion. She hadn’t reached out to me before she left her house. No, she’d told me right before she left the fucking planet. A done deal. I knew nothing about Trion except the males there were big, dominant and definitely kinky.
That worked for me. Because after almost two months of agonizing over the decision, I was going, too. Where Mindy went, I went. We were identical and there was no one closer to me in the world, or universe, than she was. But she wasn’t on Earth any longer. And I was so damn furious at her for ditching me. Still.
If she’d just told me what she wanted to do, I so would have been there. We could have gone together, been tested and sent to the new planet together. Double wedding. Our hot, alien hunks could have shaken hands and dealt with the fact that where one of us went, we both went. Package deal. Two for one. Always together.
Except we weren’t. She’d left me behind.
Being dumped by a boyfriend didn’t hold a candle to being abandoned by my reckless, impulsive, and irresponsible sister. It was my job to look out for her, make sure she stayed out of trouble. I was only a few minutes older, but most days it felt like a few years.
Today it felt like twenty.
Mindy had crushed me with this one, and even now, I tried not to cry at the stinging rejection. It was worse than any boyfriend breakup. Worse than when our parents ditched us at our cousin’s house and never came back. Worse than the rejection letter I’d gotten from my dream college. Worse even than the fact that Mindy had refused to apply to college and decided to be a dental hygienist instead.
I hated teeth. Hated the dentist. I’d wanted to be an architect, but between my less than perfect grade point average and my very average college entrance exam scores, the big universities hadn’t exactly lined up to throw scholarship money my direction. When Mindy had refused to even apply, I’d given in to the inevitable and gone to trade school. Now I did technical drafting for a group of fifty-year-old men with potbellies, whose angry wives and teenage children treated me like I was their personal servant and deliveryman when they showed up at the office.
Mindy leaving me felt like dying. Part of me was dying, in so much pain I could barely think. The other half of me was so freaking angry I wanted to beat the crap out of her the moment I saw her on Trion. Scream at her. Slap her across the face and demand an explanation. Did she hate me so much?
Whoever my new alien husband was, he was going to have to deal with the fact that finding my sister was my number one priority. Once I was sure she was okay and I murdered her, then we could get naked. Then I’d let myself live in dreamland for a hot minute and have a couple of—hopefully—mind-blowing orgasms with a sexy alien hunk who was all mine.
I wasn’t violent. I’d never been violent. Never punched anyone, never been in a fist fight. That was Mindy’s territory. I was the quiet one. The responsible one. Always in control. Always thinking two or three or ten steps ahead. She got us into trouble and I got us out.
But I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to get her out of this one. Terrified I’d lost her forever. Just damn terrified.
I didn’t want to be alone. Truly alone. I’d never been alone. And my sister had always needed me. Always. Now? Now, I was just drifting and useless. I felt lost.
And, of course, she’d left the message while I was in my weekly company meeting, so I couldn’t stop her. I was here being tested eight weeks and two days after Mindy. And I was terrified. I’d finally made the decision, gotten in my car and drove. It was one of the only truly irresponsible things I’d ever done in my life. I hadn’t terminated my lease, sold my stuff, or even cancelled my cell phone plan.
The world could figure it out after I was gone. Out of here. Reunited with my sister.
Besides, if I thought about it too much—or any more than I already had—it would feel too permanent,