Viking's Claim (Kilts & Kisses #4)(9)

“You taste sweet, little one,” I growl before I lean in. She moans as my lips crush to hers, and when my hand slips back between her pretty thighs, she gasps into my kiss as I stroke her cunt again. I pull away, bringing my hand up again, but this time, I bring my finger to her lips.

Rhona goes red, her eyes wide as she hesitates for a moment. But then, just when I think she won’t, her eyes lock onto mine, her mouth opens, and she leans forward. Her soft, pouty lips wrap around my fingers, making my cock lurch as she softly suckles at my finger.

“Good girl,” I purr, moving in and kissing her around my finger, the both of us tasting her. My hands move to cup her face as I kiss her deeply, pressing her to the tree as she moans into my mouth. Slowly, I pull away, my eyes blazing, my body aching for more, and my cock thick and hard for her.

I scoop her into my arms, eyes locked on hers as I stride back through the woods, back to the camp.

…Back to show her more.





Chapter 6





Tor




I ignore the stares, the smirks, and knowing looks from my men as I storm back into the camp, Rhona in my arms. Let them wonder. Let them gossip like old women. Let them be envious. I pay them and the rest of the world no mind as stride right for my tent again. I kick aside the flaps of the door and tumble in with her, and then, we’re alone.

Rhona gasps as I toss her down across my fur-covered bed, and my eyes drink her in all sprawled out across it. Eyes wild, hair tousled, a flush on her cheeks.

…Her nipples straining to points beneath her dress.

I stalk onto the bed after her, eyeing her hungrily, wanting so much more of what I had a taste of back I the woods.

“Maybe I ought to tie you up, so you don’t run off again,” I growl. There’s a grin on my face, but when I see her bite her lip at my words—her face flushing pink and a spark of something wild in her eyes, my joking turns to hunger.

“Well, well,” I purr, crawling over her. “A haughty little lord’s daughter like yourself, and I think you just might like it if I tied you up.”

Rhona moans, chewing on her lip, her chest heaving as she eyes me right back.

“You’re making things up.”

“And you’re trying your hardest not to beg me to wrap a rope around your wrists.”

She blushes red, stammering as she looks away, and I growl hungrily, making a tsking sound.

“Now what would those proper lords think? What would all of those fancy ladies with their finery think of you getting all wet at the thought of a filthy savage like me tying you up to ravage and have my way with.”

And damn if Rhona doesn’t moan. She moans, and my cock swells to stone in my breeches, straining at the leather ties keeping them shut.

“I—”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

Rhona moans, panting as her body writhes beneath me on the bed, and I know I’m done holding back.

“How about we find out,” I growl.

“Find out what?” her voice quivers, her nipples so hard under that gown, and I can only imagine how fucking wet her little cunt is.

“Find out how eager your sweet pussy is for me to tie you down and have.”

I stand, and when I grab a length of rope from a hook on one of my tent poles, Rhona’s eyes go wide. Her jaw drops as I throw a loop of the rope over a cross-post near the ceiling, pulling it through before I move onto the bed again. I grab her, and she moans as I sit her up, turning her around and putting her on her knees with those legs of her spread. She moans when the rope loops around her wrists, binding her arms together behind her. And when I tighten it, pulling the loose end back through the cross beam near the ceiling and making it tight, she gasps. Her body shivers, little goosebumps breaking out across her arms, and I groan as I move in behind her.

My lips brush her neck, and when they do, Rhona pushes back into me, moaning eagerly as my teeth rake across her delicate skin. I suck and bite, kissing her skin hard enough to bruise as my hands skim up her sides.

She hears the blade slide out of the scabbard at my belt, and when the big knife flashes in her peripheral vision in the candlelight, she stiffens, panting.

“I told you once, I’d never hurt you. And I never will, little one,” I growl, bringing the blade up to trace over the front of her dress.

“But you can be sure that I’ve seen the last of this dress—the one you were to wear to become another man’s.” I spit the last words out, shuddering with anger at the idea of someone else taking her from me. The blade slips under the top-most still intact button near her collarbone, and with one flick of my wrist, it slits it open. Rhona gasps, trembling and panting as my blade traces lower, slicing another tie. And then another, and another—moving lower to find more of them keeping that dress on her.

More and more of her dress loosens, falling away, and when it slips from her breasts to tumble open, I groan as I move in right behind her. I kiss her neck from behind, gazing down over her shoulder at the soft, smooth slope of her breasts and the puffy pink nipples capping them. The dull side of my blade teases over the skin of her belly, making her whimper as it traces over it. Her skin prickles, her nipples hardening to points as I bring it down and slice easily through more of the ties, down to the ruffled waist of the wedding gown. The blade pushes under, near her hip and that little crease of her thigh. Rhona gasps, her breath catching sharply as the blade tightens against the dress.