Page 64 of A Tale of Two Vikings

I do not care.

So, what did the uncaring Vagn do? He dropped his sword to the floor with a roar of outrage, stomped over to Helga, who was batting her eyelashes at Finn in the most ridiculous fashion, grabbed her by the upper arm and practically dragged her from the room, proclaiming idiotically, “There is something I must show you.”

Hoisted on his own lusty staff…

They had gone all the way back to the scullery behind the kitchens before Vagn stopped dragging her. The man had clearly lost his mind.

“Have you lost your mind?” she asked as he backed her up against the wall.

“It would appear so.”

Thor’s teeth, but he is unusually somber. What ails him? As if I didn’t know. “Why is that tic ticking in your chin?”

“Because I am so angry I might just explode if I don’t tick.”

Good answer! “What did you want to show me?”

“This.” He lifted her by the waist so her feet dangled off the floor and proceeded to kiss her hungrily. No questioning first kiss was this. It was hard and demanding and wet. And it went on forever. He put her down, his hands roved everywhere—her breasts, her hips, her buttocks, the backs of her thighs. This was a man of experience who had been pushed too far.

“You should stop,” she said halfheartedly.

He just laughed and kissed her some more.

About then, she realized that he’d reached up her gown, his palms bracing the globes of her bare nether cheeks, and his two middle fingers delving into her woman-folds from behind.

“Aaaaaaaaah,” she whimpered, too aroused to be embarrassed by the wetness he encountered there.

“Aaaaaaaaah is right,” he answered with a groan when she undulated her hips against him and belatedly realized that she was riding the ridge of his hardened shaft. “Do it again,” he rasped out.

She did. Several times.

Which caused his eyes to roll back in his head and his teeth to grit.

“Did I do that right?”

He choked on his own laughter. “Wrap your legs around my waist, sweetling.”

“Huh?”

“Just do it.”

When she’d complied, he kept one hand wrapped around her waist to hold her in position. The other hand snaked underneath her, and before she had a chance to protest, he was strumming her gently in one particular place that caused the most unusual sensations to shoot out to all the important parts of her body. “I think mayhap you should stop now,” she said hesitantly.

“Helga, I don’t think I could stop now if I wanted to. Just relax and let me show you something special.”

She put her hands on his shoulders then and allowed him to touch her most private places, thus building the odd pressure. It was torture and it was pleasure at the same time. She was losing control and yet she, a person who cherished control of her life above all else, made no effort to stop him. When the pressure got so great and she felt herself begin to spasm inside her woman-place, she arched her neck and began to keen out her pleasure.

That was when Vagn began to buck against her, his hardened staff riding the channel of her womanhood. Back and forth. Hard and fast. In the end, he slammed himself against her and she exploded into ecstasy.

For a long time, she just rested her head in the crook of his neck and panted for breath. He was panting, too. Finally, when he pulled his head back to look at her, she asked, “Will I get pregnant from this?”

“Helga! We didn’t do anything. You made me come in my braies like a boyling.” He let her slide to her feet then, and she indeed saw the dampness at the groin of his breeches.

Helga felt oddly pleased at that evidence of his losing control, just as she had. “It felt like something.”

“It was definitely something…just not the thing that would get you with child. Believe me, there is much more to lovemaking than this.” He was brushing strands of hair off her face as he spoke. A soft lover’s gesture, which he probably did without thinking.

“Really? I can’t wait.”