Ravished by a Viking (13 page)

The pace of his strokes and kisses was slow, soothing. While her breaths were still deep, her heart still thudding in her chest, she was able to gather her wits, recharge her strength.

She didn’t think either the man who held her or the one lapping at her pussy was their leader. Their smell was as earthy as Dagr’s but not flavored with his unique musk. “Dagr, are you with me?” she asked, because she had to know.

Fingers raised her chin. A thumb caressed her bottom lip. A now-familiar caress that instantly reassured her. She sighed when his mouth settled over hers. He knelt beside her, she decided. “Does it bother you to watch another man pleasure me?”

“Do you mean does it make me jealous?”

“Yes.”

“It makes me hard, ready to fight. But they only stoke the fire for us both. When I take you, you will know it is me.”

“Because you’ll ravage me?” she asked, giving a gasping laugh.

His mouth covered hers again. His tongue stroked into her mouth, and because she’d been conditioned to do it, she sucked on it, pulling in rhythm to the slow throb in her pussy.

He pulled away but pressed a kiss against her forehead. “You please me.”

“I shouldn’t care so much, but I want to please you.”

He pressed his lips against hers, and then hovered there, breathing against her. With her breasts being massaged, her pussy teased, her arousal was never allowed to ebb away. She floated on a sea of sensation, feeling pampered and cherished.

Dagr kissed her lips again. His hands cupped her cheeks and tilted her face toward his.

“Honora,” he whispered, “will you do anything I ask?”

Eleven

Do you think I’ll try to weasel out of my promise?” she asked, noting her voice trembled.

“I would be sure. We will not go easy.”

The breath Honora sucked in was thin. Her heart felt trapped, vibrating so fast inside her, she might have swooned, but Dagr cupped her head and tilted it back to open her airway.

The man behind her stroked her belly in soothing glides. The one kneeling between her spread thighs rubbed her folds between his fingers, tugging in an oddly comforting rhythm.

“Too much?” Dagr’s voice was strained.

And she wished she wasn’t blindfolded, if only to see how terribly aroused he really was. If he felt even a fraction as excited as she was, they would incinerate each other. “Please,” she moaned.

His lips teased her with a swirling kiss. “Please, what? Touch you, lick you?” Again, he kissed her. “Suck you?”

She groaned, sounding like a wounded animal, and she stirred restlessly inside the embrace of the man behind her.

Dagr’s lips kissed her harder. “Tell me.”

“Fuck me!” she cried out, clamping her thighs around the Viking between her legs, eager for the men to take her and no longer caring whether Dagr asked something she might regret later. She ached, head to toe, for release.

Hands clasped her thighs, prying them wider, and then a mouth worked her pussy again, teasing her with nibbles and luscious laps that built the tension in her womb, but slowed every time she neared the precipice.

Hands slid up her ribs to cup her breasts, and the one behind her rolled them and thumbed her nipples.

Honora yearned for rougher treatment, to be pinched and bitten. Her body undulated. Her whimpers mewled, her moans becoming more insistent.

The men laughed softly around her.

The mattress dipped along one side, and she knew Dagr lay down. The mouth between her legs disappeared. The man behind her helped her to sit, then urged her to straddle Dagr’s body.

His cock nudged between her legs, and she eagerly reached down to center him, stroking his shaft in her hand before feeding him slowly inside her. When she sank a few inches, she braced herself against his chest to slide down his length in short, pulsing glides, taking him deeper and deeper, sighing, her head lolling because the sensations were too wonderful, too much.

She was so wet, so swollen. His cock felt huge, like a post nearly splitting her in two, and she said so, sounding surly and petulant, and making the three men around her laugh.

Their soft, masculine chuckles made her shiver, made her nipples tingle and tighten harder. “I ache, Dagr. Gods, how I ache.”

Hands cupped her breasts and massaged her gently. “Where? Your breasts?”

She slowed her downward thrusts and nodded, biting her lip.

His torso rose, his mouth rooted at her nipple, and she aimed it straight into his mouth, shuddering hard when he bit it. “Oh ... Oh ...” she said tightly.

His mouth caressed the tip he’d bitten then licked it to soothe. “Where else aches,
elskling
?”

“My cunt,” she said, using the harsh word because she didn’t want nice, didn’t want soft.

“Cunt,” he repeated, still using his lips to torture her nipple. “Your cunt,
elskling
, is so hot it burns my cock. What do you say to that?”

“It’s hot for you. It aches, all the way inside. All the way to my womb.”

“What about your ass? Does your ass ache?” he asked so innocently, softly ...
craftily
... that she groaned.

Again the men laughed.

Hands smoothed over her back. Over her ass. Around her tummy. Fingers sank into the top of her folds and rubbed her clit.

Her inner muscles clamped hard around Dagr’s cock, and this time he groaned. He kissed her nipple, then wound his arms around her back and brought her down. They kissed, mouths circling, tongues gliding.

Then her rear was molded by large, rough palms, her back made to arch, lifting her butt. Her cheeks were parted, and more hot oil trickled between them. When she felt the nudge of a blunt cockhead, she moaned into Dagr’s mouth and pulled his hair.

The cock pushed past the tight ring, making it burn, then kept pushing relentlessly until it sank deep. The Viking behind her began to stroke; hard bone and muscle slapped her ass.

Her head was lifted, her mouth forced from Dagr’s, and she was urged to brace herself on her arms. When a soft crown bumped against her lips she didn’t hesitate, taking the musky, salty head into her mouth and swirling her tongue over the crown, down the sides, as she bobbed forward and back.

The men didn’t allow her to move again after that. They held her still, bouncing against her ass, shafting her mouth, slamming upward to fuck her cunt.

Every orifice filled, Honora’s body caught fire, shivering hard, the muscles of her belly and thighs jumping. She locked her elbows to stay up because her arms felt rubbery. The heat inside her cunt and ass built, friction burning like fire, her mouth stuffed so full she could tell them with only her moans how agonizing the building tension grew.

They showed no mercy. And after a time, she was fiercely glad for the blindfold because it soaked up the tears she shed. The cock gagging her mouth muffled the sobs.

When she came, her climax seared her veins. The rush of pleasure swept her whole body, washing over her skin in hot waves. Her orgasm unwound the curling tension, sprung in an instant and exploding outward, her cries muffled around the thick cock still working her mouth.

Then the cock in her ass thrust faster, harder, grunts growing louder until the Viking behind her shouted and pulled out, letting his cum paint her buttocks.

The cock in her mouth quickened its strokes, punching deep in short, fast thrusts, then pulling away at the last moment to spill his seed onto her face. She licked her mouth to catch what she could. Then he too was gone.

The blindfold was tugged from her face but she kept her eyes closed.

Thumbs swept over her closed lids, wiping away moisture. She turned her face to kiss the palm warming her cheek and sobbed, this time the sound clear and humiliating.

Arms encircled her, pulling her down. Dagr pressed her face into the corner of his shoulder. “Leave us,” he said quietly.

Footsteps retreated.

“Did we cause you pain?” he asked, kissing her temple, his palm wiping semen from her cheek.

She shook her head. “I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t know myself. I was frightened.”

“Did you find pleasure?”

“Too much,” she said, taking another shuddering breath and nuzzling into the corner of his neck, reassured by his familiar scent.

“Too much pleasure. How is that possible?” His voice held a hint of a smile.

“I wanted it to be you. Only you.”

He kissed her hair, then rolled slowly, taking her beneath him. He hovered, his body pinning her, chest to toes. “You please me, Honora.” His blue eyes, always so sharp and blazing, appeared to thaw. “I try to fight this feeling. This need for you.”

She placed her palm alongside his cheek. “Because I’m your enemy?”

“Because you’re a woman, and I am a warrior.”

Confused, she frowned at him. “But I too am a warrior.”

One corner of his mouth curled upward. “And we battle every time we fuck.”

She cringed at the word, wanting him to use the softer expression. Because she’d already started to think of what they did as more than just sex. With him, she was completely free, completely unable to resist his command. She rolled her eyes and gave him a shaky laugh. “How embarrassing it is to find out I’m just a woman.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, cupping her face with his fingers stretched alongside her cheek and his thumb beneath her chin. “I told you I am skilled.”

His slow smile lit up his eyes, and Honora melted again, liquid spilling from deep inside her body to anoint his cock.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips. “Then take me, pirate king,” she said teasingly, but meaning it with all her being. “Ravish me until I’m breathless.”

With his hair falling around her face like a curtain, he rose.

Honora took deep, cleansing breaths, knowing from his tightening expression that he was ready to unleash a storm on her.

She ran her hands over him. Gliding over his straining biceps, over the rock-hard muscles cloaking his upper chest. So much power rested there. He could snap her bones with just his long fingers, and yet he was careful with her.

She wasn’t dainty, wasn’t delicate, and yet he made her feel that way. Which should have pissed her off, but instead caused her chest to tighten, her eyes to fill.

In truth, she’d begun to wonder what it would be like to be cherished by a man like Dagr.

Dagr began to stroke into her, slowly sinking, tunneling inexorably deeper until each thrust rubbed her hot, silky walls over every inch of his shaft.

He fought the urge to pound into her, knowing she’d been sorely used and that the heat he felt caressing him was due to rawness. She would take it, never complaining. And likely she would find her pleasure in it too. But he didn’t want to wait long to have her again.

There was something about Honora. Something that pulled him. Already he thought about the time after this mission was through. He’d keep her. Whether she wanted it or not. He’d make room for her, send Tora to Odvarr, give Astrid to Frakki. He’d have no need of another concubine with Honora warming his bed.

And she might fight him, might rail against giving up her place on this ship, even her world, but she’d adapt, and he’d never let her regret it.

He sank deeper, thrust harder, churning in the warm cream her body made to ease his way.

Honora’s thighs shifted higher on his hips, hugging him tightly, tilting her pussy to take him deeper. She arched her back and rose to press kisses against his chin, his jaw, the side of his neck. Before falling back, gasping.

His body was tight, hard pressure building in his balls, and he knew he was close. He didn’t like the distance between their bodies and lowered himself.

She sighed and sank her face into the corner of his neck, her tongue licked at his sweat, and then her teeth bit.

It wasn’t a soft bite, would likely leave a bruise, but it was enough to send him straight over the edge. He roared and hammered hard, desperate to finish the race, to spend his seed inside her womb.

When release came, he felt it start as a tingling in his toes that swept up his legs, strained his thighs, cramped his balls, until they exploded.

He didn’t slow until the liquid pulsing through the end of his cock waned. He swam in the moisture filling her deep, hot well, continuing to stroke into her because he didn’t want to leave the haven of her warmth. Didn’t want to pull away and be the warrior king who must insist on her surrender. For now, he wanted to hold the woman in his arms, caress her with his body, sleep inside her strong embrace.

Baraq sat on the side of the bed, his head bent, his hands braced on his knees. “Are you trying to get me killed?”

Birget remained on her back and closed her eyes. He’d noticed. It would have been hard not to, given how loudly she’d screamed. “Of course not. Why are you so upset? Every girl has a first time. Even your precious captain.”

“We’re not talking about her. How old are you?” he said, aiming a worried look her way.

She snorted. “I’m not a child. Just particular.”

“You’re a princess. Were you supposed to keep your virginity for a noble?”

She shrugged, feeling only a pinprick of guilt for what she hadn’t saved for Eirik. “What I do with my body is my business.”

“Is Dagr going to come after my cock for taking you?”

Birget snickered. “Dagr gave you to me. I’d bet money he knew exactly what would happen. Besides, he’s much too preoccupied with his own bit of pussy to care what I do.” She wrinkled her nose. “I do have to say, though, that what came before was much more enjoyable than the actual fucking.”

Baraq rolled his eyes. “If I’d known, I could have taken greater care.”

“If you had known, you wouldn’t have come near me. Am I right?”

Baraq sighed. “Did I hurt you badly?”

“Not once you tore through my maidenhead.”

He grimaced. “Our women have it surgically removed.”

“Is a woman’s purity never prized? Even when they are newly breached? I mean, we are not a monogamous race by any stretch of the imagination, but a woman’s first time is important.”

“It’s traumatic for the male too,” he muttered.

She snickered, and then smoothed her hand over his strong back. “Why do you sit so far away?”

His muscles flexed beneath her palm. “I should dress, before someone finds us like this.”

“Dagr will not take revenge for my decision. Lie with me.”

Baraq’s expression was troubled when he gazed down at her, but he let her pull him down beside her. His strong hands turned her when she would have cuddled her breasts against his chest. “You’re much too tempting when your nipples are poking at me.”

She grinned, liking the feel of his hard, muscular belly against her back, his groin cupping her buttocks. When his hands smoothed around her belly and up to gently mold her breasts, she thought she might understand the attraction of sex. Her skin tingled all over. “This part is nice,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” he growled. “This part is pure torture.” His cock prodded her backside. He hadn’t come before, having pulled out the moment he’d torn her hymen.

“I could help you with that,” she drawled.

“You should get some rest. My condition is my penance.”

They were silent, and she hoped he enjoyed holding her as much as she liked being held. “Are you in love with her? With your captain?”

Baraq pinched her nipple. “We came together because it was convenient. I was of an appropriate rank, and we never let our relations get closer than ... recreational release.”

She winced, not liking that he might think this was something so shallow, so worthless. “ ‘Recreational release’ sounds rather cold.”

“It’s often how it is between men and women. Not every liaison is about affection or love.”