Viking's Claim (Kilts & Kisses #4)(16)

“I want you to take me,” I say softly, trembling, my eyes darting over his. “All of me, Tor.”

He’s no highlander. He’s no lord. He’s a savage, and that’s what I like about him. It’s what I crave. I can smell the scent of the woods around us—the scent of the fire outside, and of the dirt and pine needles under the bed. The flicker of the candlelight. The soft white glow of the moon above through the tent. This pure, fierce, amazing man poised above me.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, and I’ve barely gotten the words out when I moan as his mouth crushes to mine, hard.





Chapter 9





Tor




My cock throbs, my balls swelling with my seed as I groan into her lips. Heat blazes across my skin, muscles clenching and my blood burning like fire in my veins.

She’s mine.

Her soft tongue darts over mine, plump lips crushing to mine as she whimpers into my kiss. I can feel her soft, lithe little body undulate against my hard, inked, scared one—such innocence pressed so tight to such savagery. Her legs spread wider as I settle myself between them, her smooth thighs clenched tight around my muscled hips, and when I let my thick cock slide over her slick, dripping wet little cunt, she moans wildly.

I roll my hips back and forth, letting her feel every throbbing inch of me gliding back and forth across her opening—teasing her little nub and spreading her velvety lips to either side of my cock. Gods she’s so fucking wet—dripping down my balls and coating her thighs and mine, until she’s so slippery and messy that I know I could just sink in to the hilt inside of her, virgin or not.

She moans into my mouth as I reach down between our bodies, my thumb rolling her clit as I wrap my hand around my cock and center my head. I ease against her, and her body tightens under me, her breath catching as my swollen cock head nestles in her eager little cunt.

Gods is she tight. And hot, and so fucking wet. There’ve been woman in my life before, obviously, though not for many a moon. And for me, it’s always been a warrior’s life, and a warrior’s life means forgoing the comforts and sweetness of a wife or family. The women in my past have been passing fancies. Bodies to warm my bed who’ve been long forgotten by now.

Rhona is different. Rhona is very fucking different—so much so that it makes my head spin even as I ready myself to take her flower. Because I know when it comes to her, I’d give the rest of it up—all of it. With her, I don’t see a warmed bed before I’m off on another raid or campaign seeking bloodshed and riches. With her, I see future. I see the picture of what I want my life to be that I’ve been quietly building for years, and she’s the missing piece.

She trembles under me, panting as she arches into me, wanting me and pushing her hips up as if to swallow me in.

“Eager little tease,” I groan into her lips, swallowing her panted whimpers as I push forward. She gasps as my thick head eases between her lips, spreading her wide and giving her just a taste of what’s to come.

“More,” she says softly, little mewling sounds tumbling from her lips as I push forward. My head sinks into her slick heat, her honey coating me so slickly as I growl and nip at her neck. I slide deeper, until suddenly, I can feel her barrier. I can feel the last little petal of her innocence. I pause, pulling away to let my gaze burn into her big, round eyes. Firelight flickers over her face, her auburn hair splayed out around her pretty face, and I know then that it’s not me claiming her.

…She’s already claimed me. I’m already hers, entirely.

“Open up for me, little bird,” I purr softly. “Open up and let me taste all of you.”

I push, and with a soft little thrusting pop, I push through.

Rhona cries out for a second, clinging to me, her nails digging into my skin. I pause—gods new and old only now how—letting her catch her breath. Letting her pussy open for me and letting her adjust to the size of me. She pants, moaning softly, and when I feel her hips rock and her cunt tighten around my thickness, I growl.

...She’s ready for more.

I grunt as I push, sheathing more of my big cock into her sweet little cunt. Her cries fill the tent, and while part of me seethes at the idea of anyone else hearing the sweet sound of her pleasure, the other part of me grins wolfishly and possessively.

Let them hear. Let any of them hear and know that she’s been claimed. That she’s been fucked, as she deserves to be. Let them know that she’s mine and mine alone. Gods help me, part of me wants to take our sheets when we’re done and fly them on my banner come tomorrow, virgin blood and all.

I grunt as I slide deeper, feeling her open so softly for me as her heavenly little cunt sucks me inside. Rhona throws her head back, her chest arching into me as she moans in pleasure. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, her fingers raking down my arms as she urges me on, wanting me even deeper. And I’m all too happy to oblige. I snarl as I thrust, driving the last third of my length into her with one thrust, and when she screams in pleasure, I cover her mouth with mine and swallow that cry, kissing her hard as I grind every inch of my cock deep in her slick, velvety pussy.

“Mine,” I groan into her lips, tasting her moans as she pants for more. She undulates against me, her eyes wild and fierce with a fire they’ve never known before.

“You’re a woman now, little bird,” I purr against her ear. She whimpers, clenching me as her cunt ripples up and down the length of me, driving me wild with lust.