Page 88 of Mated to the Vikings

My heart clenched, so much longing digging at my very soul. This was my new world, but there were fleeting wishes and sadly, ones that could never be fulfilled. I would remain the alpha, but she would always be shared.

I walked toward the window and for some reason my hackles were raised. There was no reason, no odd sights or sounds, but I remained uneasy. Maybe I was simply used to the darkness that had followed me for years.

Her cries of passion finally drew my attention once again just as Brexin eased her back onto the rug. My needs had yet to be fulfilled. I polished off my drink, giving one last glance at the ominous-looking sky before advancing. Cassia fit easily into my arms, her soft mews keeping me rock hard.

“What do you want?” she asked, dragging her tongue across her lips as she narrowed her eyes. She was so damn sexy.

“All of you.”

“You have me.”

“True, but I will forever require more.”

Her laugh was melodic. “Yes, sir.”

I eased her knees onto the couch, pushing her over at the waist and winding her hair around my hand. “Imagine wearing the plug every day.”

“You’re mean.”

I smacked her ass once, twice then drove my cock into her sweet little asshole.

“Fuck. God!” She gripped the back of the couch, her mouth pursed.

The feel of her muscles clamping around my shaft almost made me explode. The tightness was exactly what I needed. I took several deep breaths before continuing, driving in and out as I bit down on her neck. I wanted her marked as well as mated.

And as mine.

She undulated her hips, meeting every hard thrust with one of her own. There was no doubt she’d fallen into rapture, her whimpers and moans escalating. Everything was so right, perfect in every way.

Fucking her meant everything.

Satisfying her would always be primary.

Protecting her was my destiny.

My balls filled with cum far too early, but there was no way I could control my needs any longer. As I erupted, filling her with seed, I whispered softly into her ear.

“Mine.”

* * *

A jarring noise shot me awake, forcing me to jerk up from the bed. I gulped for air, every nerve ending on edge. I was completely alert, scanning the darkness. I could only see a hint of the glow from the fire and nothing else, but I knew we weren’t alone.

Danger lurked in the shadows.

A rustling sound shifted my attention back to the bed. David was awake, his chest rising and falling.

I crept out of bed, David doing the same. We remained silent as we walked into the main room, heading immediately for the windows. There was nothing apparent, no odd lights or show of force lurking, waiting to attack the city, but the crawling sensations expanding in every cell and muscle were on alert.

And there was more.

There was a hunger, damning and consuming, a violent need to hunt, the predatory need overwhelming.

“The humans,” David said quietly.

“Yes.”

“Then we hunt them down.” Brexin said from behind us. I heard the click of a weapon.