Viking's Claim (Kilts & Kisses #4)(30)

And after a two-day celebration, not just of our marriage, but of the newly penned peace between Tor’s people and the people of the highlands, everyone is oddly close. Instead of enemies, now, they’re just two groups of figures—soldiers recognize soldiers, even if they’ve fought for different sides before.

My friends were the best, taking my marriage to the man we were literally told scary stories about as children in stride. Their men did too, even Hamish, even if it took him a little longer to look at Tor as an ally, not an enemy. Which is fair. I mean my husband did attack his castle. But then, doing that led him to me, and led us here to our happy ever after.

In the distance, I can vaguely hear the sounds of construction, and it makes me grin. Tor, the most feared, wild, untamed marauder of the seas, is truly settling down.

…He’s building a castle.

After our wedding, when his people settled down on the unclaimed land they’d found along the coast, one of the first thing’s Tor did was to take the massive fortune he’d amassed in years of plundering and give it away.

…No, really.

Though his friends protested at first, and I think I even saw Bjorn cry when they took the last of the treasure chests away, Tor gave every coin they’d taken back to those they’d taken from. And I can tell you, it went a very long way into making them a part of this land instead of being viewed as savages on the prowl for more victims. And don’t worry, Tor and his people could hardly cry poverty even after they’d given away all their plunder.

…Not when they claimed the unimaginable wealth of Chauntleroy’s own vaults as their own.

Most of my former fiancé’s lands were split up amongst his neighbors, with Lachlan and Callum taking most of it, as well as giving far better conditions and freedoms to the people who’d lived under him. Other parts of his land went to Tor, who immediately set about starting to turn it into farmland for his new little community of Norsemen. I know there was some trouble with his former king when he effectively quit his post, but Tor was quiet on the details. All he said was, we wouldn’t need to worry about reprisal, and his promise that the coasts of the highlands would be safe from attack from now on stayed.

As for the castle? I mean how does a man who lived without a roof in tents and on boats decide to do that? Well, I think he put it best when he told me it was for our children, not us.

“It’s for the future, little bird,” he’d told me. “It’s our legacy to leave for those we bring into this world.”

Construction is going to take a few years, but Tor found a beautiful spot on a cliff overlooking the ocean, and his design is borrowed heavily from Hamish’s castle, Dungow.

“What? He’s got a nice castle,” Tor grumbled when I giggled and pointed out the similarities.

For now, we’re living exactly how I want to with him—in our tent, surrounded by nature. Yes, there’s also a much more permanent settlement going up quickly, including a manor house for us. And we do sleep there as well, it’s just that sleeping under the stars just feels better, especially wrapped in his arms.

…Like this morning, for instance.

Tor’s arms circle around me, enveloping me and holding me tight to his body as his hips begin to thrust harder, fucking me deeper. I writhe against him, moaning in pleasure as I feel him stretch my pussy tight, plunging in and out as my honey soaks us both. His heavy, swollen balls slap against me with every thrust, and when he slips a hand lower to roll my clit in maddeningly slow circles, I start to tremble.

He groans, lifting one thigh up and plunging in, going even deeper now as I whimper in pleasure and thrust back against him. His teeth rake my neck, hands all over me, and his body thrusting against mine as he plunges his thick cock in and out of my tight pink wetness, over and over until I’m clawing at the sheets and tumbling towards that edge.

“Come for me, little love,” he growls into my ear, fucking me harder, and faster—sinking his beautiful cock to the hilt inside of me as I cry out in pleasure.

“Come for me and take my cum deep in your eager little cunt,” he purrs, making me shiver heatedly. “Let me feel your sweet little cunt squeeze my cock, Rhona. Let me feel you flood my balls with your sweetness.”

I cry out, my body thrusting back against him wildly. There’s a savagery to him that comes out when we come together like this, and I love it. It’s like he’s barely holding back, barely in control. And knowing that it’s me that does that to him sends my body reeling in pleasure. His fingers roll over my clit, his cock plunging deep inside of me, and suddenly, I know I’m going to explode.

“Tor—!”

“Now, little love,” he grunts, his cock swelling so hard inside of me. “Let me feel you come. Let me feel your little cunt come for me.”

He plunges in, his fingers pinch my clit, and when his teeth rake over the skin of my neck, my entire body spasms as I suddenly go shattering over the edge. I scream in pleasure, moaning wildly as I writhe and shudder against him, the climax blazing through me like fire. I can feel myself squeezing down around him, my pussy rippling up and down the length of his cock as I everything else shatters away.

Tor roars, grabbing my hips and thrusting deep, grinding his thick, big cock as deep as he can before suddenly, I can feel him let go. Hot, thick jets of his cum spurt into me, flooding my soaked pussy with his seed as I cry out in pleasure. More and more of him fills me, leaking out and trickling down my thighs as he hisses, his powerful hands holding me tight as he fills me to the brim.