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Chapter One

Claimed by Her MatesLeah

I tried to fight the feelings. I truly did, but the cock filling me up just felt too good. I even tried to fight him, but all it got me was a set of leather cuffs around my wrists. I was on my hands and knees, my body pressed against a strange, padded table. My cuffs were linked to the rings set low so I could not move. I tugged once, twice, but there was no give. My ass tilted high in the air, my mate’s cock deep inside me. It was like I was tied over an odd wooden horse while someone rode me. I was completely at his mercy and could do nothing but succumb to the power of his body as he took mine.

His cock might have been a part of him, flesh and blood—albeit very hard and very large—but he wielded it like a weapon designed to make me submit. Once he filled me with his seed, once his essence coated my inner walls, filled my womb, there would be no turning back. I would crave his touch and his taste. I would need him to fill me, to take me, to forever claim my body. Now, with him expertly stretching me wide, with my bare bottom burning from the sting of his hand and my pussy on fire from the touch of his expert tongue, I didn’t want to resist him any longer.

I used to be afraid. Now, I simply hungered. Ached.

He wasn’t cruel; the opposite in fact. As my mate’s cock moved inside me, filling me completely from behind before retreating, again and again, my fear left me. I was his now. He would own me, body and soul, but he was strong, a warrior. He would protect me. And fuck me. He would keep me in line with his firm hand, but also bring me pleasure, and safety, and a home. All these thoughts flooded my mind as this powerful male made me his forever, his cock invading my body over and over as I opened for him.

His large hands skimmed my back before he bent over, covering me with the heat of a warrior’s strength, resting his fingers beside mine where I was cuffed to the table. The longer he took me, the tighter his grip became on the handles, the whiter the knuckles.

His slick chest lay over my back, pinning me against the bench, adding to the sensation of being trapped. I couldn’t even avoid his harsh breathing, the sounds of pleasure that escaped his lips, for they were right by my ear.

“Feel that?” he growled, shifting his hips and hitting my womb with the hard tip of his cock. He was adept at stroking over secret, sensitive places deep inside that made my body quake, my mind blank, my submission complete. There was no one else who could make me feel this way. No one else had ever pushed my body to the brink of the most delicious pleasure.

As I was positioned over the bench, my breasts hung down and ached to be touched. My clit was swollen and if he even brushed over it with just the tip of his finger, I would come. But he would deny me for now. He would deny me until I broke, until I begged.

I couldn’t help the breathy “Yes” that escaped my lips. I could hear the wet sounds of fucking—the clearest sign of my arousal—fill the room.

“You feared my cock, but it only brings pleasure. I told you I’d fit, that we’d be perfect.” He spoke as he fucked me. How did he know my body so well when this was our first time? I’d never come from a cock before, only rubbing my clit in bed, alone. But now that personal task would be denied me. My mate insisted that I never come without permission again. If I broke this rule, I would be spanked long and hard. Now that I belonged to him, I would come by his will, by his tongue, his hand, his huge cock… or not at all.

“Your pleasure is mine.”

“Yes,” I replied.

“I feel you squeezing me.”

“Yes,” I cried, clenching down on him once again. It was all I could say for I had no control anymore. I was completely at his mercy and all I wanted to do was exactly what he demanded.

“You will not come until I give you permission.” He lifted his hands from the table to stroke my breasts, the softest caress first, then a hard tug and pinching that made me whimper as he pounded into me hard and fast and deep. It was a pain/pleasure he elicited and I loved it. “You are mine. Your pussy is mine.”

“Yes,” I repeated, again and again.

He didn’t stop riding me, fucking me, filling me, taking me. Claiming me. Higher and higher I climbed until I tossed my head back and forth and I gripped the handles with desperation so great I feared my heart would explode in my chest. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t resist. I was there, right… there. My mate’s hand skimmed my down my hip, roaming the softly rounded flesh of my body until he reached my clit. He traced the edges with his finger and the sound that left my throat was the soft scream of a creature in agony, frantic and lost. Nothing existed for me but his body, his voice, his breath, his touch.

“Come now,” he commanded, his cock like a piston, his fingers on my clit hard and unforgiving.

My orgasm exploded deep within me, for I had no other choice. I couldn’t resist it. I had no control. I was no longer myself, I was his. I screamed my release, my body clenching and releasing around his cock, pulling him in deeper, holding him all the way inside me. It was as if my body craved his life essence, was desperate for it.

My release triggered his and I felt him swell and grow even bigger before he growled in my ear, hot pulses of his seed filling me. My body greedily milked his cock of the life essence, taking it deep inside.

Just as he’d promised, something in his seed triggered a physical reaction in me, forcing me to come a second time.

“Yes, love. Yes, take every drop. Your body is changing. It knows me. It must have me. You will beg for my cock; you will crave my seed. You will need it, love it, just as I need and love you.”

“Yes!” I cried again, knowing his words were true. It was a hot wash of pleasure that seeped through my body, directly from my pussy, then outward. He was right; now that I felt the power of him, of what he could give me, I was a slave to it. I was a slave to his cock.

“Miss Adams?”

“Yes,” I said once again, my dream merging with the present.

“Miss Adams, your testing is over.”

I shook my head. No. I was bound to a fucking bench and being fucked and filled with seed. I wanted to stay there. I wanted… more.

“Miss Adams!”

The voice was stern now, and loud. I forced my eyes open.

“Oh, God,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath as my pussy clenched and pulsed with aftershocks of my orgasms. I wasn’t tied down to a fucking bench. No solid male body pressed into my back. I was in the Interstellar Bride Program’s processing center in a medical examination gown. My wrists were trapped in medical restraints secured to the edges of an uncomfortable reclining chair, similar to a dentist’s, for the last stage of preparations for going off-planet. I hadn’t realized, when they’d hooked up the wires and sensors, that I would end up in a sex dream. I felt the lingering effects of it. My pussy was wet, the back of my scratchy medical gown damp. My nipples were hard and my hands were clenched into fists. I felt wrung out and used. I felt complete.

“As I said, your testing is over.” Warden Egara stood before me. A stern young woman with dark brown hair and a hawk-like attention to every detail of the matching process, she glanced down at her tablet as her finger ran over it. “Your match has been made.”

I licked my dry lips as I tried to slow my frantic heart. Goosebumps broke out on my sweaty skin. “The dream… was it real?”

“It wasn’t a dream,” she replied, her tone matter-of-fact. “We use recorded sensory data from prior brides to assist in the matching process.”

“What?” Recorded data?

“A neuro-processing unit, or NPU, will be inserted in your skull before you leave Earth. It assists in language and helps you adapt to your new world.” She grinned then, and the sight was as frightening as it was wicked. “The NPU is programmed to record your mating and send the data back to the system.”

“You are going to record me with my new mate?”

“Yes. That is required by the matching protocol. All claiming ceremonies are reviewed to ensure that our brides are safely and properly placed.” She dropped the tablet to her side and I noticed the stiff collar and starched skirt of her uniform. There was not a wrinkle to be seen, not a single hair out of place in her tight chignon. She looked almost like a robot. But the fire in her eyes betrayed her fervor and dedication to her duty. Her devotion to the program was clearly evident in her next words. “We do all we can to make sure our warriors receive worthy brides. They serve us all, protecting the Earth and all member planets from certain destruction. The system uses your body’s reactions to probe your inner conscience, your darkest fantasies, your innermost needs. What didn’t interest you was quickly discarded by the matching program. The sensory input was filtered until we found a warrior from a planet with a perfect match.”

That had been my match? Surely not. “I can’t be matched to a man who ties me up. That’s not what I wanted when I volunteered.”

Her dark eyebrow winged up at that. “Apparently, Miss Adams, that is exactly what you desire. The testing reveals the truth, even if your mind denies it.”

I thought of her words as she moved around the table and took a seat opposite me. Her crisp uniform for the Interstellar Bride Program matched her cool demeanor. “You are an unusual case, Miss Adams. While we do have a few volunteers, we have never had one with your reasons before.”

I glanced at the closed door for a moment, worried that perhaps she’d called my fiancé and had sent for him. Sheer panic had me tugging at the restraints.

“Do not worry,” she said, her one hand raised to stop me. “You are safe here. While you’ve stated that the bruises on your body are from a fall, I felt it necessary to ensure that no one be allowed to see you before I send you off-planet.”

Obviously Warden Egara didn’t believe my ridiculous story, and I was reassured by her vehemence in protecting me. I’d never skied in my life. I didn’t even live anywhere near a mountain, but a reasonable excuse was required for the bruises on my body and it was the first thing that came to mind.

While I’d assumed the bruises would be uncovered, I’d had no idea that I would be stripped bare for medical tests, then placed in a hospital gown and put through a screening of completely inappropriate images and motion clips. I must have fallen asleep, for I could not have imagined any of it on my own.

“Thank you,” I replied.

I wasn’t used to people being kind. She remained quiet as if waiting for me to tell her the truth. Did I want to share what I knew now about my fiancé? He’d been so kind, sweeping me off my feet, until I learned the truth. I’d overheard him telling one of his men to kill someone who had made one of his real estate deals fall through. I’d thought the men he kept around were employees, bodyguards, but they were enforcers, men he used to intimidate and kill. Once I’d agreed to marry him, he’d assigned two of his men as my personal bodyguards. Even then I’d believed the reason was simply that he was rich and I needed extra protection. I’d thought him considerate and caring, watching out for me. Ha! I’d been so stupid. Even more stupid when I told him I was having second thoughts about our wedding. He’d gone ballistic, grabbed me and told me he was never letting me go. Never.

When I threatened to leave, he quietly and fervently explained that he owned me. I was his property as soon as I’d placed his engagement ring on my finger. He’d kill anyone I kissed, torture any man who touched me, and then punish me for the trouble.

I knew then I had to get away, but I’d have to find a way to escape. I’d gone to the mall in my car as if it were a normal day. The men who watched me always parked their car beside mine, followed me through the mall, but allowed me to roam inside the stores alone. Just in case, I veered directly for the lingerie department where I knew they always backed off, then weaved through several other stores, dropping my cell phone between two racks of clothes. I hurried to the bus stop and took the bus across town. From there I’d hired a taxi to the Interstellar Bride Program’s processing center.

I had no family, no friends left. When we’d begun dating he’d systematically removed everyone from my life I had cared about before I met him. One by one, he’d offered reasons for why they were no longer appropriate, no longer acceptable contacts. I was totally and completely alone in the world now, at his mercy. He’d even convinced me to give up my job, so I had no money of my own.

God help me, but even an alien was better than a psychotic, possessive man whose idea of punishment involved boxing practice, with me as the punching bag. I’d suffered it once. Never again. I might have been foolish, naïve, and even a little love-struck, but no longer.

I’d looked over my shoulder the entire trip to the processing center, afraid they’d track me down and stop me before I could enter the building. Once within the walls I felt safer, but I wouldn’t feel completely out of their reach until I was off-planet. Only then would I breathe easy, confident that my fiancé could never find me.

I’d heard about the Interstellar Bride Program for over a year, knowing that most women who participated were prisoners seeking an alternative to a harsh prison sentence. Some, I’d learned, were volunteers, but none could return. Once matched to an alien warrior and sent off-planet to their mate, they were no longer citizens of Earth and could not return. At first, it had sounded scary and ridiculous. Who would volunteer to leave Earth? How bad could their lives be to do such a thing? Now I knew. A woman’s life could turn very, very bad.

I needed to be as far away from my fiancé as possible and I worried that there would be no place on Earth that would be far enough. He would find me, then…

I’d thought he would be my family. Family. He’d chosen me to be his wife because I had none. I had no ties, no one to protect me, to keep me from marrying the asshole. He would never be my family. No one on Earth held any love for me. As a volunteer of the bride program, I was glad to know I couldn’t return. I didn’t want to be on Earth any longer. I didn’t want to have the fear of him hunting me lingering for the remainder of my life. And so I would go off-planet, to the only place he could never find me, never reach me again.

And so here I sat, in a scratchy gown, under the scrutiny of Warden Egara.

“Do you have questions?”

I licked my lips again. “This match… how do I know he will be… nice?” While I’d been put through so many tests for the matching, my only requirement was that he was nice. I didn’t want to be mated to a man who beat me. If I wanted that, I could just stay here on Earth and marry the asshole.

“Nice? Miss Adams, I believe I understand the depth of your concern, but your mate has been put through the same tests. In fact, the warriors are required to submit to more advanced testing than our brides. You do not need to fear your match, for your subconscious minds are what determine a match. Your needs and desires complement one another. However, you must remember, a different planet has different customs. A different culture. You will need to adjust to this, to reject your Earthly judgments and antiquated notions. You will need to set aside your fear of men. Leave them here on Earth.”

The words were wise, but the deed not so easily done. I would be cautious for a long time, I was sure. “Where am I going?”


I frowned. “I’ve never heard of the planet.”

“Mmm,” she replied, looking down at her table. “You are the first from Earth to be matched there. The dreams you saw were a female from another planet and her matched Viken. As you saw, he was an attentive, yet thorough lover.”

I blushed at the memory.

“Based on this testing, I think you will be very pleased with your mate.”

“And if I’m not?” What if she was wrong and he was mean? He might be able to wield his cock like porn star, but what if he wanted me to be nothing more than a slave to him? What if he beat me like my fiancé did?

“You have thirty days to change your mind,” she answered. “Keep in mind you have been matched not only to a man, but to the planet. If you do not find your match acceptable after thirty days, you may request another warrior, but you will remain on Viken.”

That seemed reasonable. I sighed, relaxing at the notion that I could make my own choice in the end—and not be sent back to Earth.

“You are satisfied?” she asked. “Do you have more questions? Is there any reason to delay your transport?”

She looked to me as if offering me one last opportunity. An opportunity I would not take. “No. There is no reason to delay.”

She nodded her head. “Very good. For the record, Miss Adams, are you married?”

“No.” If I hadn’t gotten away, I would have been. In two weeks.

“Do you have any children?”


“Good.” She swiped her screen again. “You have been formally matched to the planet Viken. Do you accept the match?”

“Yes,” I replied. As long as the man wasn’t mean, I would go anywhere to escape.

“Because of your affirmative response, you have been officially matched and are now stripped of your citizenship of Earth. You are now, and will forever be, a bride of Viken.” She glanced down at her screen, swiped her finger over it. “Per Viken custom, some modifications to your body are required before your transport.”

Warden Egara stood and came around beside me.

“Modifications?” What did that mean? What was she going to do?

She pushed a button on the wall above my head, which made it slide open. Glancing over my shoulder, I couldn’t see more than soft blue lighting. What I did notice was the large arm that extended out from the wall with a needle attached. “What’s that?”

“No need to be afraid. We are simply implanting your NPU, required for all brides. Hold still. It only takes a few seconds.”

The robotic arm came toward me and poked into my neck. I winced at the surprise of it, but it didn’t truly hurt. In fact, nothing hurt. As the chair moved backward into the room with the blue light, I was relaxed and calm, sleepy.

“You have nothing to fear any longer, Miss Adams.” As the chair lowered into a warm bath, she added. “Your processing will begin in three… two… one.”

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