Chosen by the Vikens

CHOSEN BY THE VIKENS INTERSTELLAR BRIDES® BOOK 23 GRACE GOODWIN Chosen by the Vikens Copyright © 2023 by TydByts Media Interstellar Brides® is a registered trademark . All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electrical, digital or mechanical including but not limited to photocopying, recording, scanning or by any type of data storage and retrieval system without express, written permission from the author. Published by TydByts Media Goodwin, Grace Cover design copyright 2023 by TydByts Media Images/Photo Credit: Deposit photos; fxquadro, magann, ralwel Publisher’s Note: This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher. CONTENTS Subscribe Today! Get A Free Book! 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JOIN MY MAILING LIST TO STAY INFORMED OF NEW RELEASES, FREE BOOKS, SPECIAL PRICES AND OTHER AUTHOR GIVEAWAYS. http://freescifiromance.com FIND YOUR INTERSTELLAR MATCH! YOUR mate is out there. Take the test today and discover your perfect match. Are you ready for a sexy alien mate (or two)? VOLUNTEER NOW! interstellarbridesprogram.com Interstellar Brides® Program: Book 23 By Grace Goodwin 1 Carmen Andrianakis, Alias: 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