Page 10 of Mated to the Vikings

Hearing other sounds, I dared glance in the direction of the noise, my breath catching in my throat. They were all equally as gorgeous, although their skin was like burnished copper, their eyes glowing.

And they all hungered for me.

The Viking eased his hand to his shaft, stroking up and down. Even from where I was standing, I could see the bead of pre-cum leaking from his sensitive slit. I bit my lip, trying to keep from moaning.

From begging.

I was like a crazed animal, filled with lust.

No. I couldn’t do this. A moment of clarity rocketed into my brain, shame furrowing to the point I had difficulty swallowing. I couldn’t hunger for these… beasts. I was a scientist. I was a professional. I backed away, throwing out my hand and darting my eyes for the entrance to the cave. “Get away from me. I don’t want this. Take me back. Now! I am an important scientist. What you did is a crime.”

Narrowing his eyes, the Viking remained in the same position, folding his arms and a look of amusement crossing his face.

“I gave you orders!” I was yelling at creatures who had no understanding of English. Several of the cavemen inched closer, husky growls permeating the dense space. I took several additional steps backward, calculating the time to get out of the cave. I had to try to escape.

Issuing a guttural noise in order to draw my attention, the Viking commanded my return, using a quick snap of his head.

“Not a chance, buster. I don’t belong to you.” My tone was filled with defiance, even arrogance.

The Viking took a single step closer, his growl more intense and the sweep of his head more virulent. When I didn’t respond, he threw his head back and roared.

I snatched one of the pelts from a pile, using that moment to dart out of the cave and into the storm. Blinded by blowing snow, I took two steps forward, slipping and going down hard. As I started to slide, I managed to see a few feet in front of me and to the edge of a cliff. Oh, God. Oh, God! Before I could open my mouth to scream, massive hands grabbed my arms, pulling me to safety. I was thrown against the Viking’s chest, panting from the terror.

He cupped my face, taking ragged, deep breaths, his rough thumb rubbing back and forth across my lips. I could see a moment of concern in his eyes, but only for seconds. Fire returned, shimmering in his irises as he issued another savage growl, tossing me once again over his shoulder and carrying me back inside.

And I knew by instinct what he was thinking.

I’d disobeyed him, almost getting myself killed in the process. The moment he eased me to the stone floor, ripping the pelt out of my hands, I shivered. No longer from shame, this time because of guilt. I was nothing more than a misbehaving girl.

He’d saved me.

He’d protected me.

This… roughhewn creature had become my hero.

I was shocked when he yanked me around, my face pressed up against the cool stone. I had no idea what to expect and when his hand smacked hard against my bottom, I jumped, whimpering as a slice of pain entered my system. I struggled to turn around, but his hand was firmly wrapped around my neck in a possessive manner.

He repeated the move, slapping his hand against one ass cheek then the other. Over and over again. He moved to my upper thighs, smacking, the sound echoing in the cave.

“Oh. God!” I yelped, the pain turning into anguish as he continued. Struggling, I refused to accept, doing everything I could to get away. Issuing a voracious growl, he fisted my hair, keeping me in place, spanking me like a bad little girl.

Like a woman he wanted to dominate.

To own.

Right now and right here, I belonged to him.

His breathing was rapid as he took his time issuing one smack after another. I could feel the heat increasing as the pain rushed into every cell, my muscles tensing. I should be humiliated, shocked that a mysterious and very brutal creature was disciplining me in any fashion.

But I wasn’t.

My pussy leaked, juice covering the insides of my thighs. My nipples ached, longing to be twisted and plucked, abused by several sets of fingers. I took several deep breaths, gasping for air as the anguish intensified, his hand peppering my bottom, putting me in my place. This was all about absolute domination.

Shaking, I clawed the stone, my fingers white-knuckled but I was so aroused, so wet and hot that I didn’t care any longer how hard or how long the spanking would last. I was in a beautiful place of nirvana.

Minutes later, hands grabbed me, yanking me down to my knees and twisting me around. Suddenly there were two cocks in my face, both as thick as the Viking’s, both dripping with pre-cum. I knew exactly what they wanted and even as the humiliation remained hovering over me, my body responded without question. I wrapped my hands around them, squeezing as I pumped up and down, clamping around their cockheads as I gazed from one face to the other. Aliens. They were savage aliens, their mouths twisted in pleasure.

I was intoxicated by their scents, the deep forest and testosterone, their hunger evident by their throbbing cocks. One of them grunted, opening his mouth. He was demanding that I suck him.