by Snow, Jenika
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Calder
I wrapped my arm around Greta’s waist and pulled her closer, nearly having her on top of my lap. Hell, I wanted her there, but we were in her family’s home, her mother insisting on cooking us a meal to celebrate Greta’s safe return. The village had wanted a grand feast, but tonight was intimate, just for us.
And I couldn’t deny it in admitting this was strange, the fact I was opening myself up and accepting that this was my new life. I’d been a loner for so long that I hadn’t ever allowed myself to experience what it was like to have a family. Not even when I was younger was I shown affection, shown that close-knit connection. Maybe that’s why I became the way I was, a warrior who walked the land, who was fierce because that’s the only thing I knew.
But not anymore.
I leaned down and ran my nose along the crown of Greta’s hair.
I have her now.
There were many things that needed to be planned, how our life would be shaped, changed after everything that had happened. Although I was a wanderer by nature, the truth was the very thought of leaving Greta was even more painful than anything I could’ve ever imagined. She was mine in every conceivable way, same as I was hers.
She was fierce and strong, a warrior in her own right. She’d fought and survived, and I knew that wherever she went, I would follow, to the ends of the earth if that’s where she took me.
She tipped her head back and looked at me, a small smile playing along her red lips. I leaned in and kissed her, not caring that her family could see, feeling their gaze on us. Greta was mine, and they knew it. There was no going back. I would protect and cherish her. I would make her happy, create a family with her.
She would be my wife, my other half.
How strange it was how fate worked, how the gods gave you something so precious when you didn’t deserve it. She pulled back and cupped my cheek, and I knew that she was the only person that would ever mean anything to me. She was the only one who would hold my heart ... one that had been dead, cold before she’d come along.
I placed my hand on her belly and leaned in, so my mouth was right next to her ear, my lips brushing the shell. I felt her shiver against me and grinned, knowing I affected her the same way she did me.
“You’ll be my wife, Greta.” She made a soft inhalation and I closed my eyes as pleasure shot through me. “You’ll be my everything. And soon I’m going to fill you with my seed and plant my child right here.” I added pressure to her belly and heard the soft sound that left her.
Possessiveness slammed into me, proprietary need. I wanted her big with my baby, wanted to watch her belly swell as our child grew inside of her. I’d never seen myself as a father, but with Greta I wanted a houseful.
I wanted it all.
And I knew we’d have it.
Epilogue
Calder
One year later
Gods, she smelled incredible.
I ran my hands up and down her back, my still-aching erection pressing against my wife’s moist center. I wanted her again, despite having just claimed her, having filled her up, pumped my seed deep within her tight, hot body.
I could take her over and over again and still it wouldn’t be enough.
I was always hungry for her … every part of Greta.
Turning her over so she was now on her pillow, I smoothed my hands over the glorious mounds of her ass. Give me strength.
My shaft jerked behind my leathers at the creamy sight of her bottom.
“Wife, I need to lay with you again.”
I started thrusting myself against the furs on our pallet, groaning as the need built in me once more.
Reaching down and gripping myself in hand, I stroked my shaft as I stared at her bottom.
“Spread, Greta,” I said huskily.
She obeyed instantly.
“We have to be quiet,” she said softly and looked over her shoulder at me. “I don’t want to wake the baby.”
I closed my eyes, knowing she spoke the truth, but becoming so far gone in my need for her that controlling myself was becoming harder to do.
“I need you, wife,” I said and rested my head on the small of her back, closing my eyes and just inhaling the sweet scent that clung to her constantly. God, I got hard from that smell alone, one of wild berries and a warm summer day.
“Take me,” she said softly, with heat in her voice.
I groaned and pulled back, bringing my hand down on the roundness of her ass, hearing skin slap against skin, seeing my red handprint marring her flesh.
Staring at her ass again, I knew what I wanted, what we both needed.
I’d fill another part of her, make her beg for more, stretch this tight back hole until she was crying out and finding her own completion.
And that was my sole goal.
To have her pleasure continue.
I lowered my head and kissed the length of her spine. I hadn’t told her what I wanted, but Greta knew what was going to happen. She lifted her lower half, got to her knees, and presented herself to me, her bottom popping out in the most delicious of ways.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You filling me.”
I reached down and took myself in hand once more, stroking my palm over the length, pre-cum slipping from the tip as I envisioned sliding my shaft deep in her tight little asshole.
She moaned and thrust her bottom out at me.
I nearly lost it right then and there.
I moved back enough that I could look at her ass. The globes were big and round, and my hands itched to spank her until redness coated them, until pink handprints covered that creamy flesh. “So perfect.” I groaned those words out.
And then I did just that. I lifted my hand and brought it down on her left cheek, knowing I should be quiet as to not wake the baby, but unable to stop myself. Greta made this soft moan and I grunted in pleasure.
And then the beast was released and I spanked her luscious ass over and over again, unable to stop myself, my shaft so hard I was liable to finish before this even started.
She was soaking for me, so wet in fact that between her thighs she was glistening from her cream, her juices moving down her inner thigh. “Looks like you’re so far gone for your male, Greta.”
She panted and nodded.
I smoothed my hands over her back, across her generous hips, and along the crease of her ass. I spread the cheeks wide, took in the site of her tight hole and the red, swollen cleft of her pussy. My mouth watered for a taste, and my cock jerked in response.
I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her hips up, and brought her bottom flush with my groin. She braced herself on her hands and knees and pressed her ass closer into me, right against my length. I ran my hand up her spine, moved her hair over, and stared at the graceful arch of her neck.
Gods, she was perfect.
I squeezed her ass, gripping the cheeks and parting them even more. My focus was on the tight hole that I was about to claim. I grabbed my cock, stroked myself from root to tip, and loved that she gasped out in pleasure when she looked over her shoulder and saw what I was doing.
I bent down and kissed both globes of her ass, and then slid my tongue over the small of her back, along the length of her spine. I straightened, knowing her tight hole would strangle my cock with pleasure when I slid it in.
I slid my finger across her soaking slit and brought the fluid to the tip of her clit, lightly stroking it. Feeling a jolt of pleasure wash over me at her sexy moan, I continued teasing her. I brought my fingers back to her pussy hole, coating them in her juices again, and then plunged my fingers into her. Immediately her inner muscles gripped me.
“My wife is hungry for more, aren’t you, Greta?”
Slowly, I slid one finger into her ass and let her muscles adjust to the size. I played with her for a little bit, stretching her hole with my finger, and then added another one. When I thought she was good and stretched out for me, nice and lubed from her o
wn juices, I slipped my fingers from her and placed the tip of my cock at her tight hole.
What I wanted to do was shove into her in one fluid motion. But I went slowly, deeply.
She clenched around the tip of me, and once I was past the tight ring of muscle, I slid inside of her easily. We both groaned when I bottomed out inside of her. “Greta, gods, so tight and hot, so perfect.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered breathlessly.
Yes. She was. All mine.
I started to pull out of her, and then pushed back inside. Over and over I pumped in and out of her, starting slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed with each passing second.
“Yes.”
Although I’d been fierce before Greta had been in my life, a warrior to my core, where Greta and Magnus were concerned, I was even more intense, more vicious if they were threatened.
I tightened my hold on her hips and really started fucking her. When I knew I would find my completion, I reached with a hand around her belly and found her clit, teasing the bundle of nerves back and forth.
She was so soaked for me.
And then her whole body tensed and she threw her head back and groaned out her climax. She might have been on her hands and knees, but I could see her face now as she turned it to the side. I bent forward, wrapped my hand loosely around her throat, and placed my mouth right on hers, holding her to me.
She panted against my mouth with every thrust I made, but I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
Our tongues moved against each other, mimicking what I was doing to her body with my cock.
And then I exploded.
Wave after wave of pleasure shot straight up my spine. My balls drew up impossibly further, and I had to pull away from her and suck in a lungful of air. I held onto her hips so hard I knew there would be bruises on her flesh, but I got a possessive thrill from that knowledge.
I liked knowing she would wear my mark of ownership, because she was mine, irrevocably.
I slowly pulled out, the head of my cock almost popping free before I plunged back inside. She looked over her shoulder at me, her mouth parted, her eyes drowsy looking, and her face flushed. She was covered in sweat now, just as I was. I swallowed roughly and closed my eyes, knowing I was about to fill her with my seed.
And then I pumped in and out.
Steady.
Slow.
The pleasure stole my sanity.
Groaning low, I filled her ass up, and when I couldn’t come any longer, I gently pulled out of her. I watched as my seed slid out of her ass. She was now on her belly, her bottom red from my hand, her head turned to the side, her eyes closed. I lay beside her, pulled her in close, and felt contentment.
“Mine,” I said against her temple.
She murmured something soft and sweet, and I smiled and pulled her closer. She was mine, and nothing would take that away.
It had been a year since I’d made her mine, since I’d killed Egil. And in that time so much had changed.
She was my wife.
The mother of my son.
As I held her, I closed my eyes, the feeling of sleepiness about to take me under. But then the sweet, soft sound of Magnus waking, needing his mother, came through the still night air.
Before I could get off the pallet to gather the little one, Greta was up and cleaning my ownership from her body. I could have taken her again at the sight of that. She slipped on a linen shift and looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. I felt my heart lurch into my chest.
I stood and grabbed a pair of leathers, sipping them on and padding over to the fire. It sat in a raised hearth in the center of the room, still alive, but dwindling.
I stoked the fire and added a few more logs, watching as the flames came to life with ferocity. A moment later, Greta came from around the corner holding our baby.
Instantly my heart became full at the sight of her cradling the child. Her gown hung off of one shoulder, Magnus’s tiny hand reaching out and pulling gently at the strands of her honey colored hair. Greta hummed softly as she stared down at the baby, this small smile on her face.
She walked over to me and I pulled her in close before drawing her down onto the pallet. The warmth of the fire reached us, but I still kept her close. I always needed her close.
I ran my finger over Magnus’s tiny head, the light blond hair covering the top so soft, like the most expensive spun silk.
I leaned down and kissed the crown of his head, staying there for just a second and inhaling the sweet baby scent.
I’d never let anyone hurt them, would kill and die for them. They were my life now.
“My life,” I said softly, so as not to wake Magnus. I pulled back and looked at Greta, seeing her smiling at me, the halo of her blonde hair fanned out over the dark furs.
Gods, she really was my world.
They both were.
I stared down at the baby, who had started nursing. Such a beautiful sight to watch my wife care for our son. I might have settled down, made a life for myself in the village, gotten close with her family, and did something I never thought I would … no longer wander.
But I was content, happy, and most of all knew one thing … this is where I was meant to be. I never thought I’d stop wandering, but this was where fate had led me, here with my beautiful Greta and our strong, precious son.
You can take the man out of the fight, but you can’t take the berserker out of the man. I just happened to be tamed by the woman I loved. But only for her.
The End
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JUST FRIENDS
By Jenika Snow
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Just friends.
That’s what I thought we were … until we weren’t, until my love for Mia was too consuming that I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Until I couldn’t deny it.
And when we’d lost someone close to us both—her brother, my best friend—it was that life-changing moment that I told myself to man up.
It was that loss that drew us closer, that made me realize I’d been a fool to stay back.
But we’d always been just friends.
Two words that meant a hell of a lot more than I wanted them to.
Two words that were this wall between us.
Two words that I wanted gone when I looked at her.
There was a time when I would have been fine with that title. But that time had passed.
I was done being just friends. I was ready to finally make Mia mine. I just hoped she felt the same way.
1
Pope
I tried not to be obvious and stare at her, but it was impossible. The way the swimsuit molded to her body, the toned length of her legs, the roundness of her ass. She turned around and smiled as she talked with her friends. Her breasts pressed against the suit, tapering down to her flat belly, and the sweet spot right between her legs.
I curled my hands into tigh
t fists at my sides and breathed out slowly. I was going to hell for things I thought about where Mia was concerned.
The sister of my once best friend, she’d been in my life for as long as I could remember. She’d always just been Jonathan’s annoying little sister who wanted to tag along with us everywhere. But as we grew older, I started to feel something more, something feral about Mia.
It had been the most intense desire I’d ever felt, this consuming emotion that screamed one word in my head over and over again.
Mine.
And when Jonathan passed away in a hit and run, we’d leaned on each other for support, for comfort.
That had been five years ago, Mia just fifteen years old to my seventeen.
Jonathan’s death had been devastating to everyone, a blow to all of us.
But the years had passed, and had been kind to us as we all healed and moved forward in our lives.
Now here we were, both going to the same university, Mia on the swim team, me assistant coaching. I could’ve graduated if I were being honest, but the truth was I stayed longer extending my degree, and it was all because I wanted to stay close to Mia.
I loved her, was in love with her, but after everything that had happened, I knew being just friends was probably the best course of action. Although thinking that really fucking put me in a sour mood.
So I made sure I was close enough to protect her, that I kept all the other guys away. And they sure as fuck came sniffing around, thinking they could have her.
If she went to the library to study, I was her study partner. If she went to a party, I was right there with her, mean-mugging every little asshole who wobbled over in a drunken state to try and get a piece of her.
If she’d told me to back off, that I was smothering her, I would’ve listened. I would’ve kept my distance, still making sure she was safe. I had to because her brother was no longer in the picture. And I knew Jonathan would want me to protect her.
