Page 27 of Mated to the Vikings

Only we were the stronger species. Steen had promised that.

I chuckled darkly to myself. I belonged to no one, a creation of injections and serums, enduring the kind of blinding agony that I could never forget, and others would never believe. I’d been allowed to become one of them after my escape and now they were my people. I obeyed their rules, followed their customs, and would fight or die in order to save them.

In order to save our true leader.

Sniffing, I gathered no scent of human flesh, except for a lingering hint of her perfume. The exotic fragrance covered every inch of my skin. I wanted to drown in it the same as I wanted her showered with my seed. I would fill her.

Fuck her.

But I wasn’t the only one. She was destined to belong to several, just as the custom prevailed.

Because of need.

Because of what had been done for years to our women.

I was still in the process of accepting my new station in life, uncertain of my place. A scarred creation. I’d heard her name. Cassia. The lilting sound would forever ring in my ears. Even now, my cock was at full attention, the raw ache in my balls more intense that the single touch from before. I crooked my fingers, fisting my hand. I could almost taste her delicate flesh.

Another vision so powerful flashed in front of my eyes and by the startled expression on her face, I could tell she was experiencing the same thing.

“On your knees, Cassia,” I demanded.

She shuddered but didn’t hesitate, dropping to the floor. I followed, crowding her space and cupping her face.

“You belong to me,” I said with absolute authority before dragging my thumb across her lips. She didn’t respond verbally, but her body agreed, her nipples swelling and the tips extending. The scent of her desire wafted between us. She was everything.

“Yes, sir,” she muttered as she allowed the covering to fall to the floor. She was glorious in her naked form, porcelain skin that glowed in the light of the fire, lips full and ready to suck my cock. Her breasts were like sweet melons, her nipples the color of pink roses.

Fuck. I remembered something from before. Bittersweet memories of my former life filtered in, the images startling. Blinding rage corrupted every rational thought for a few seconds, my mind swirling with the need for retaliation.

Cassia…

As quickly as the vision appeared, it was gone, replaced by instinct and brutal desire. I licked my cracked lips in appreciation, growling under my breath. Everything about her was perfect.

My obsession.

My possession.

However, she would learn to obey and I would become her master.

Or so I hoped. Only Steen could decide her fate as well as mine.

Three of the other clan members advanced, flanking my side. They’d gathered not only a whiff of the seductive woman they’d been allowed to taste but also the scent of our comrades, held prisoner by the tyranny of the human monsters inside. If they weren’t freed, they would be killed, just like many of the others, dying for a cause.

A human cause.

“It is time, brother,” Dak muttered, nodding toward the compound.

“Yes.” I hissed the single word, my throat parched from the harsh wind. Rage billowed into my system, my heartbeat increasing to the point I was blinded with my emotions. I’d vowed never to set foot in this shithole again and here I was, ready to invade. “We protect the woman at all costs.”

“After freeing our brethren,” Dak answered.

I tilted my head, snarling, “The woman first.” The crunching of ice gave the others away, their presence a necessity for raiding the compound. The humans were no match. The hunter had become the hunted.

Dak knew better than to challenge me, but there was no trust amongst the others from our clan. Why should they trust me? I was still human, capable of violent acts. However, I’d been placed in control of our people on the day I escaped the compound. I was the only man our leader trusted implicitly since his second in command had also been captured. I didn’t take the position lightly.

“Agreed,” he said reluctantly.

“You enjoyed tasting her, Dak. Don’t lie to me.”