Viking's Claim (Kilts & Kisses #4)(17)

“My woman.”

I slowly slide out, relishing the whimpers of protests from her lips before suddenly I drive right back in. I roar like a beast as I bury myself in her heaven, looking down to see the obscene way her tight, swollen pink lips stretch so lewdly around my thick, throbbing shaft. I’m glistening with her honey, and when I thrust into her, filthy wet sounds fill the tent.

And I’m only getting started.

My hands grip her hips possessively as I slide out and then back in, driving into her deep and hard as she moans for more. Her arms circle my neck, drawing me down to her lips and kissing me fiercely as her legs tighten around my waist. I thrust into her harder, making her whimper and making her small body tremble and shake with the force of me taking her. I thrust in again, hard, and she moans even deeper, her arms tugging me into her fiercely, and her cunt flooding my cock with her honey.

I grin savagely.

…Sweet little Rhona Gowen likes it harder.

I give it to her again, fucking her little cunt with my cock deep and hard, and when she squeals and nods her head up and down, her eyes wild with lust and her nails raking down my arms, I know I’m right. And I know hard is exactly how I’m going to take my little queen. I plunge into her, sinking balls-deep with one powerful thrust as she kisses me wildly, telling me not to stop. I rut into her like a wild beast, my balls slapping against her tight little ass, her nipples dragging over my hard chest, and my hands holding her so tight. My fingers dig into her skin hard enough to leave bruises, and my lips kiss hers hard enough to do the same.

…And there’s no stopping this now.

The gods, a king, war, the end of days—none of it would stop me from taking her now.

“Tor!” She cries out, clinging to me and moaning louder and louder. “More!” She moans huskily into my ear, pulling me into her. I lose all sense of being a man—all sense of restraint as I fuck her—pounding her and sinking my thick cock deep in her tight little cunt over and over until sweat pours down both our bodies and our muscles ache for release.

We drive faster, and harder, bodies grinding together, her pussy milking the cum from my balls like a velvet vice. And when I feel her getting even tighter around me, I know we’re both going to explode.

“Give me that come, little bird,” I growl into her ear, biting at her neck enough to make her cry out.

“Let me feel your little cunt come for me. Let me feel it milk the seed from my swollen balls until I fill this little pussy with my cum. Let me mark you with my seed, filling your womb with me until it drips down your thighs for days.”

Rhona cries out, her body trembling, her hands clutching my face and yanking me to her mouth as she kisses me wildly.

“I’m… I’m… Tor!”

When she comes, I come right there with her. I roar into her lips, tasting her mouth as she comes for me so sweetly. Her little cunt ripples around me, and when my balls throb and my cum pours into her pussy, I kiss her hard and fierce. I keep thrusting, fucking her into climax after climax as my balls empty rope after thick, white rope of cum into her, spraying her pussy with my cum until it’s dripping out of her.

I gather her in my arms, kissing her and rolling us until she’s on top of me, panting against my chest, my arms tight around her body. And I hold her just like that, kissing her forehead as she gasps for air again my chest. Slowly, my head still swimming, the both of us find our breaths. She looks up at me, her eyes wild with the fire of a girl who’s just been shown what she’s been missing. And when our lips come together, I know one thing.

…I’ll set the world on fire to keep her right here with me.





Chapter 10





Tor




“Come, I want to show you something.”

We both fell asleep after the second time I took her. This time, her on top of me, riding me like a stallion—her long auburn hair wild around her face, her perfect, soft, full breasts swaying as she bounced on my cock until she came over and over. But now, the camp mostly asleep outside and the moon in full glow, I gently wake her with a kiss.

“Come, Rhona.”

She blinks sleep away, smiling when her eyes open fully to me, and she leans up to kiss me as I scoop her into my arms. I dress her in a tunic of mine that fits her almost like a gown once it’s tied around her waist and take her hand in mine as we step from my tent. People are still up, but the festivities have died down a bit since earlier. I lead her through the shadows to one of our newly acquired horses, shaking my head at myself knowing how useful the beast will be for right now.

I lift her onto the stallion and hop on behind her, and then we’re off.

My arms hold her tight as the stallion thunders over the moonlit hills next to the shore. The stars are bright above, and I grin as her hair blows across my face.

Perfection.

We follow the shore, and before long, we’re here.

“Where…” Rhona looks around curiously as I set her down. “Where are we?”

“Home,” I say quietly.

She looks up at me quizzically, and I grin.

“This will be home, at least. And soon.”

Rhona frowns. “For you?”

“For all of us—all of my people.”

“Here in Scotland?”

“Aye,” I mutter, trying not to laugh as I try my best Scottish accent, which comes out badly. She giggles, biting her lip as she steps into my arms.