Page 39 of Mated to the Vikings

And his cock and balls.

I pressed the back of my hand over my mouth, holding back another whimper, visions of having his shaft in my mouth far too delicious. I shouldn’t want this or him.

But I did.

I couldn’t imagine having more than one glorious beast as my lover.

But I was, and the reality was much better than the fantasy.

Everything about this was wrong, guilt pressing hard against my soul.

He wasted no time, advancing like a true predator, his eyes like molten pools, shimmering in the warm sunlight. “You are mine.”

Mine… The single word lingered.

He lifted me into the air, shoving my back against the wall and yanking my legs around his waist.

I clung to him, taking deep breaths as I stared into his eyes. A smile curled on his lip as he lowered me down, the tip of his cock easily slipping between my pussy lips. He held me in the same place, leaning over until he was able to engulf my nipple with his hot, wet mouth.

“Oh…” As he sucked and nipped, I tossed my head from side to side. The sensations were dazzling, more blissful than I’d imagined. His sounds were guttural, an animal feasting on its prey. He took his time, swirling his tongue around my already taut nipple then taking the tender flesh between his teeth.

Anguish. Ecstasy. They mixed together in a sublime fashion, leaving me panting and ready to beg for his cock to fill me. The raw need on his face was like a beautiful canvas. No man had ever wanted me this much.

When he eased me down, sliding his cock just inside, I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging in. He locked eyes with mine, using the power of his muscles to go slowly, spreading me open wide for him. While he’d been inside me before, this was entirely different. He wanted no one to share me, taking what he believed rightfully belonged to him.

I gasped, the sensations ever more incredible, electricity searing every nerve ending. I closed my eyes as he rocked me all the way down and when he was fully seated, only then did his body react, his hips swiveling, rocking in and pulling out until just the tip was inside. He repeated the move several times, growling with every plunge.

“Erik.”

“Quiet, my little one.” His tone was commanding yet reeking of all-consuming passion. He was so controlling, every action possessive in nature.

I squeezed my pussy muscles, clamping down until his entire body began to shake. “What you do to me,” I whispered. Unable to hold back, he thrust hard and deep, driving in a perfect orchestrated pattern. His breathing was as ragged as mine, his eyes consumed with desire. He was a true beast but so much more, a man overtaken by a burning hunger.

Just like I was.

Every part of me ached, tingling as he continued, pumping harder and faster. Soon, he was crazed, ravaging my body in a carnal manner. This was primal heat, the man becoming the predator I knew him to be. And I didn’t care. I wanted more. I craved more. I wrapped my hand around his long hair, moaning as he shifted the angle, hitting my G-spot, the tip sluicing back and forth.

I could tell by the smile on his face that he knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me to new heights of pleasure, yanking me into raw ecstasy. The veins in his neck bulged, his muscles straining but there was no stopping this man.

“I’m going to…”

“You will not come until I allow it,” he growled.

“Yes. Sir.” I sucked in my breath, doing everything I could to hold back, but the temptation to explode was building. Soon, there would be nothing that could stop me.

He jutted his hips forward as he rolled onto the balls of his feet and when he slapped his hands on the wall, using only the power of his legs to hold us, I could take no more.

“Please. Please let me come.”

A smile curled on his lips as he waited. And waited. I struggled, goosebumps appearing along every inch of my skin. “Please.”

Then he said the joyous word. “Come!”

The climax rushed through me, curling my toes as it shot into my pussy. “Oh. Oh!” The single orgasm became a violent wave, crashing into me. I could no longer breathe, had no way of focusing. This was perfect. This was amazing.

He held me, slowing his actions yet thrusting in a dominating way until I stopped shaking. Only then did he come, tipping his head back and roaring to the very gods above. The expression on his face continued to be primal, hot breath washing over me as if abolishing all my sins.

Everything about this man was dangerous, from his actions to his mindset, but I felt safe around him as if nothing and no one could ever harm me. A slither of shame shifted into my soul. I shouldn’t want this or him.