Viking's Claim (Kilts & Kisses #4)(23)

“Tor!” I cry out, bouncing on his cock and thrusting back to see him. “Oh God, I’m—I—you’re…”

Nonsensical words tumble from my lips, my whole world stats to fade at the edges, and all I know is the hot, thick, ceaseless feeling of his big cock plunging into me again and again.

“You want to come for me, little love?” Tor snarls crouched above me tugging my hair and gripping my ass as he pounds me—fucking me hard and deep and so thoroughly that I wonder how anything in life will ever top the feeling. He so huge above me, completely dominating and owning me as he plunges his big cock into me again and again as the whole world starts to blur at the edges.

“Go ahead, my love. Go ahead and make this little cunt come for me. Come with me, Rhona. Come for me while I fill your little pussy with my cum. Take my cock and take my cum, my little queen.”

He thrusts into me, gripping me tight, owning me, dominating me, and when he grinds so deep and fills me to the brim with his thickness, I lose all control. I lose it, I fall, and I go crashing over the edge.

I cry out in pleasure, clutching at the bedclothes and shuddering in pleasure as wave after wave of it thunders through me. I gasp, my toes curling and my nipples dragging over the sheets as the climax erupts through my body. Tor roars like a beast, thrusting into me again and again, pushing me from one climax to another, before suddenly, he groans as he sheathes himself to the hilt inside of my cunt. His cock throbs, and I feel it.

I moan as the thick jets of his seed erupt into me—hot ropes of his sticky cum coating my womb and squirting into me as we both cry and shudder on the bed, writhing together in ecstasy.

I’m gasping, panting for air as I feel him slowly roll us to our sides, his cock still rock-hard and deep inside of me as he wraps his huge, muscled arms around me and holds me close. His lips kiss my neck gently, soothing me, giving me warmth and love as I shudder in my aftershocks, utterly and completely spent.

…Utterly and completely his.

My eyes start to close, the adrenaline flooding out of me as start to sink into sleep. I try and fight it, struggling to stay awake, but Tor just chuckles behind me.

“No, sleep, my love.”

“You… what did…” I groan, snuggling back into him and kissing his arms—loving that I’m still filled with his cock.

“What did you do to me?”

“Exactly what I’m going to do to you the second you wake up,” he purrs into my ear. “Now sleep, my love.”

“Goodnight,” I murmur sleepily, my eyes closing, and I know I couldn’t keep them open if I tried.

“Goodnight, husband,” I whisper happily.

“Goodnight, wife,” he growls back.

And I fade to sleep.



That is, until I wake up.

It’s the dark that comes just before the light when I do. The kind of pitch darkness where it takes a moment to see your hand in front of your face. Around me, the entire camp is silent, and so I know it must be very early morning. But still, something woke me.

I blink, stirring as I sit up in the bed. Tor’s big arm is still wrapped around me, and I smile happily as I kiss his hand before gently moving it away. There’s a part of me that pouts that his cock is no longer inside of me as I woke, but I want to roll my eyes at myself for being so… so… wanton. So eager. So hungry for him.

But then, he’s mine, and I’m his. And what I crave I can have any time. It’s a thought that makes me smile wickedly as the heat teases through me. Part of me wants to wake him for exactly that—perhaps climbing on top of him or slipping under the covers and rousing him with my mouth. But there’s a stillness outside that’s just so peaceful and intriguing that I find myself slipping from the bed instead.

I tug on his tunic, which fits me like a dress just past my knees, and I slip out the tent flaps. The camp is fast asleep—even the later night revelers who I’m sure were drinking by the fire up until recently. Beside Tor’s tent, there’s a small stream that flows through the camp—probably why they set up here. It’s not wide—nothing you couldn’t step across with a little jump, and my eyes follow it through the camp before tracing it back to Tor’s tent, and then the other way, where it disappears into the woods.

I know it’s late, and I know what I really want is bed, back with the man who’s stolen my heart. But it’s so beautiful out, and with the moon turning the little stream to quicksilvers darting through the trees, I can’t resist. I turn, and with my bare feet on the soft carpet of moss, dirt, and pine needles, I follow the silvery stream into the woods.

I don’t get far before I find the little pool where it begins, and through a pile of rocks, the spring that feeds it. I step lightly over to it, dipping a toe into the freezing cold pool and giggling as the iciness. I dip my foot deeper before jumping back with a grin. No, that’s too cold, even if it is beautiful. So instead, I lower myself to the bank, sitting on the soft moss and hugging my knees to myself.

It’s so peaceful, and part of me even considers falling back asleep out here on the soft forest floor, even though I know I should head back. But just then, I hear the soft steps of him behind me, and I grin.

“Oh good,” I purr softly, reaching back for him with one hand as I gaze at the pool. “I was just about to come find you. Isn’t it beautiful?”