up, to be told what to do by a commanding man, even when I hadn’t understood that interest.
I mean, what guy from another planet would be able to handle my crazy sexual desires? Yeah, I was wired differently than other women. I’d known that since high school when I wasn’t a shy, timid virgin—even when I had been a virgin. My sex drive was higher than other women. I came three times in a testing dream, which, per the Warden, was not normal. So what if I had hot buttons some men hadn’t even wanted to try to push? So what if my inhibitions were low? Pretty much, I’d been called a slut, a freak, a whore. I was none of those things, but it hadn’t mattered. No man had ever wanted me for more than a quick fling, a one-night stand, and it hadn’t ever been that great. So I’d gotten off the damn planet and now here I was. On Viken.
With him.
“Rager,” I repeated, tracing his full lips with my gaze as I imagined running my fingers through his hair. I couldn’t tell exactly how tall he was, but I was pretty damn sure my five-six wouldn’t even reach his chin.
Hot. So hot.
He nodded once, then angled his head toward the other two. “This is Evon.”
The hard-ass blond nodded.
“And Liam.” The black-haired man with stormy-blue eyes.
The first looked like a hard-ass Navy SEAL, the second like a pirate.
The two men still had their hands on me, were still eyeing me like they’d just captured their prey. It seemed odd these two were touching me when Rager was my mate.
“Tell us if you are hurt.” Evon didn’t ask a question, he demanded information and I complied instinctively, wanting to please him for some strange, completely unknown reason I didn’t have time to analyze.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I just want to get up off the flo—”
Before I could finish my sentence, Liam—the long, raven-haired hottie—scooped me up into his arms and stood.
“Eep,” I said, gripping onto his biceps with one hand and pressing against his chest with the other, worried he’d drop me. Good god, the man was made out of steel. Hot steel. I could feel the sinew of his muscles, corded and well-honed beneath my fingers. There was no way he was going to drop me. Hell, the secure way he held me, I wasn’t sure if he was going to ever put me down. I licked my lips, wondering what all that expanse of torso would look like bare.
Before me stood the blond man. His hair was cropped short, close to his head, and his pale blue eyes were cold as ice, his focus absolute. On me.
“I’m Evon. Your other mate.”
My mouth fell open.
“I would like to hear you speak my name as well.”
“Evon. My other mate?” I asked. Was that a squeak in my voice? Thank god I wasn’t ogling the guy who held me as if I weighed a feather—not—while my matched mate, Rager, stood by. I knew I found men attractive, but this was beneath even me. I was a one-man woman. I might like sex, but monogamy was my thing. I wasn’t a cheater.
“You have three mates,” Evon said, placing his palm on the side of my hip and offering a gentle squeeze. “And I would like to know how you say your name.”
“The report says, ‘Eye-zee-bee-la’?” Rager stood with a tablet of some sort in his hand, his brows drawn together in confusion. “I do not know this language.”
“I’m Bella. My name is Isabella Maria Santiago Martinez, but my friends call me Bella.”
“We are not your friends.” Evon spoke again, lifting a hand to stroke my cheek. “We are your mates. And you are Bella. Our Bella.”
I turned my head to look up at Liam who was watching me with complete acceptance of Evon’s words clearly written across his face. He had the gorgeous long black hair, like a Native American’s, sleek and smooth, almost blue beneath the industrial lighting. His eyes, several shades deeper than Evon’s, looked at me. No, he didn’t look. He didn’t stare. His gaze bore into me as if he could see more than just my face and the odd white dress I wore. I felt like he was peering into my very soul, stripping me bare without lifting a finger. Like he owned me.
Nearly panicked now, I shifted in his arms to find Rager walking toward us. He’d put the tablet down somewhere and all three men surrounded me once more. I searched his gaze for disagreement. Three big brutes like this would never share a woman where I came from. Frankly, I doubted they were capable of it. What if I preferred one over the other? What if I fell in love and the other two got jealous? What if they wanted to pass me around like property and they all had other mates, other women, hidden somewhere.
“Holy shit,” I muttered and tried to wiggle out of Liam’s grasp. I was in big trouble here. “Three? There was no mention of three. There must be some mistake. This will never work.”
Liam shook his head, squeezed me impossibly tighter to him and his eyes darkened with something that made me shiver, and not with heat. That look shocked me and made me feel safe at the same time. It was a look that said he’d kill to keep me, and protect me. “No, there is no mistake. Now that you are here, we are not letting you go.”
“But I was to be matched to the one man, the one alien, who was…um, supposed to be perfect for me.” I couldn’t hold his gaze, but when I looked away, Evon’s glacier-blue eyes were there, waiting to trap me.
His pale brow arched as he looked down at me. “You have been matched to the mates who are perfect for you.”
Rager grunted agreement and walked toward a large sliding door. Liam, with me in his arms, followed. Evon fell into step beside us. I wiggled in protest, but Liam didn’t even glance down at me, simply tightened his hold until I got the message.
No. I would not be walking yet.
I knew I should protest, but something inside me was unfurling from a long sleep, and that wicked, wicked woman wanted to know what it would be like to be with three of the hottest men she’d ever seen. Ever. She wanted to be between them, taking everything they could give her…even as she wondered just how much that was.
Liam continued to walk, but didn’t need to see where he was going. The hall was straight and Rager was in front of us, leading the way…to somewhere. Liam’s deep voice rumbled through my body and I settled in his arms, content. “You have three mates, Bella. Rager, Evon, me. We were tested and each of us matched to you. To us, you are the alien, and you are perfect.”
He was adamant—not just spouting bullshit he thought I wanted to hear—and because of this, I loved to hear his words. They were sweet to my ears, like a Shakespeare sonnet, but slightly ridiculous.
“You don’t even know me,” I countered. “Trust me, I’m far from perfect.”
Evon walked beside us down the wide hall. “We don’t know you, just as you don’t know us. This is true. But the testing makes things different. Even before I knew your name, I knew you would find all three of us attractive, that your pussy would be weeping in welcome even while meeting us for the very first time.”
I should have been appalled by his bold words. If some guy at a bar approached me and was audacious and arrogant enough to tell me my pussy was
