“There is naught you cannae do that I willnae love. I’m certain of it. Keep touching me.”
“I will…my wife.” Looking into her eyes, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, so deeply and so poignantly. Her heart tripped over itself as she worked him in long pulls below and he moved his finger inside her to the same instinctual rhythm. Then he lifted his head with a low moan. “I’m going to come if you keep touching me like that. I have very little willpower right now.”
“There is no need for willpower around me.” She swiped her thumb over the essence leaking from the tip of his shaft then brought her thumb to her mouth and tentatively licked it. Mmm, he tasted divine, salty and strong, and she wanted to taste more of him. “Tor, I have a wee confession to make. Once, a few months past when I was unable to sleep, I snuck outside and as I passed the stables, I caught the sounds of grunting and other strange noises coming from within. My curiosity got the better of me and I crept inside and halted within the shadows. A warrior stood with his back pressed to the planked wall, his eyes closed in rapture as a serving lass knelt in the soft hay afore him. His trews lay in a puddle at his feet and the lass dipped her head and the man groaned and grasped her face as she took his shaft into her mouth. I should have backed away and left them to their loving, but in all honesty, I couldnae move. I was struck by the raw beauty of the moment. The warrior seemed helpless, as if the lass on her knees commanded him and soon after, he let out a boisterous shout and toppled the lass onto the hay. I would like to pleasure you as the lass pleasured her warrior, with my mouth on you below.”
“So, it seems I’ve wed a sneaky lass?”
“Aye, you have.” Gently, she swirled her thumb over the head of his cock and another drop beaded on the tip.
“If you do that again and taste me like you just did, I’ll likely lose it.” He stretched out over her and rumbled as fur shimmered over his chest then retracted. “My bear is in heaven right now and so am I. I need a taste of you first, and it can’t wait another moment.” He raised up, knelt between her legs, his balls drawing firmer and higher, his shaft thickening and lengthening even further. Licking his lips, he spread her legs wider and gazed at her below. “So beautiful.”
“You mean to taste me there?” She hadn’t seen the warrior do that to the lass. The man had plunged his cock between her nether lips and taken her hard and fast once the lass no longer had her mouth around him.
“Absolutely. Tasting each other goes both ways, and honestly, I wanted to do this earlier when I had you in your chamber. You came so quickly though, that you didn’t give me a chance to do so.”
“Will I like it?” A myriad of emotions tumbled through her at his words, from fierce desire to complete and utter need. She’d never wished for a soul bound mate, but now she couldn’t imagine living her life without the man who held her to him in every way. She opened her heart wider, wanted only to draw him ever deeper inside and meld their lives together, in all ways.
“I intend for you to love it. One day I’ll explain movies to you and what I too might have found interesting while watching them in my time.” With her legs raised, he hooked them over his shoulders until her bottom lifted off the bed and she lay fully exposed to him. His silky black hair swept over her skin as he lowered his head between her open thighs and spread her folds.
“One moment.” Goodness. The sight of his head between her legs and his tongue darting out sent her heart slamming against her ribs. She sank her fingers into his hair and held onto him.
“You’re so pink and lush, my love, beyond enticing and completely all mine.”
Never had a man been so enraptured by her. “I’m ready.”
“I’m beyond ready.” He licked her then moaned and dived in deeper. His tongue probed all around, flicked deep then swiped over her nub. She gasped and arched deeper into his touch. ’Twas all too much, yet also not nearly enough.
Every inch of her body tingled and she clutched his head and held him possessively to her as a firestorm of need radiated out from where he touched. He gripped her hips, his claws extending then retracting as his mouth moved like a hot brand over her nub. He sucked, hard, built her pleasure to a soaring level. “Tor.” She thrashed underneath him. “Please, come inside me. I dinnae wish to reach this peak without you.”
“I’m coming.” He lifted his head, his gaze on hers as he rose over top of her. With one hand on his shaft, he rubbed the head along her sensitized folds, coating himself in her wetness below before he pressed the tip to her channel and gazed into her eyes.
She cupped his cheeks and drew him closer to her. “Do it.”
“I can’t take the pain of our joining away, but I’ll make it pass as quickly as I can.”
“I can handle the pain, particularly when all I want is this joining.” Something battered against her mind and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he nudged his cock against her barrier. “Be mine, Tor, always mine.”
“Always, from this moment forth.” His mind shoved against the barrier still locked in place between their minds and he grimaced, a flare of anguish crossing his face. Her big bear had such a tender heart, truly didn’t wish to cause her even a moment of pain.
Grasping his buttocks and with a mental push from her mind, she sent him plunging inside her and as he tore through her barrier, his mind tunneled deep inside hers as he created the private pathway that would only ever be theirs. Joined together, both in body and mind, she was laid completely bare to him and ’twas all she desired. No more secrets. Her thoughts would be there for him to read, and his thoughts hers for the taking. Such a stunning connection. She seized the link, locked it into place within her mind and whispered into his, “My husband, my lover, my fierce steward.”
“It feels incredible to have you in my mind and for me to be in yours.” Slowly, he lifted up, drew himself out then moaned and pushed all the way back in again until his balls slid sensuously against the inside of her thighs.
Rocking underneath him, her heart and body his for the taking, she moaned right along with him. “I love how you feel inside of me.”
“I’m sure I love it more. How’s the pain?”
“It wasnae so bad. All I feel now is very full, and also a great deal of desire for you to keep moving.” She clung to him, her arms wound tightly around his neck and her ankles crossed over his backside.
“I will, but keep your mind open to mine so I can feel what brings you pleasure and what might not.” He pulled out and pushed back in, going deeper with each long penetrating drive. Thrusting, he quickened his pace, his mouth on her neck as he sucked at her skin.
“Are you going to bite me?” She couldn’t wait for him to.
“Aye, the same time you’re going to bite me.” He palmed the back of her head, brought her mouth to his neck as he pounded into her.
She rocked with him and grazed her teeth back and forth over his fiercely beating pulse. Sensations stormed to full and fiery life within her, until she could no longer hold her need back. She marked him, as swiftly and possessively as any woman would in claiming her mate. Her warrior. Her bear. Her husband.
“Do that again,” he demanded as he plunged into her, over and over, his pace wildly frantic.
Heartbeat thumping against his, she bucked and bit down, marking him a second time. He roared his pleasure then sank his teeth into her and sent every one of her last thoughts careening. She cried out his name, his masterful claiming such pure pleasure and passion all rolled into one, a joining she’d crave for the rest of her life. Of that she had no doubt.
“You feel so good coming around me.” He caressed her nub with one finger and her channel squeezed his cock ruthlessly as she dragged him even deeper inside her. His seed pulsed from him, coating her inside and her heart soared right along with her soul as they connected on a level far beyond this place and time.
She nuzzled his neck, lapped at his skin. She wanted him, just like this, with him never leaving her side. Living without hi
m wasn’t an option and if he ever perished, then so would she. Their mated bond was a slice of heaven and now she knew how beautiful it was to hold him deep inside her, she’d never give him up. To the depths of her being, she was his, for now and for all time.
* * * *
A red haze of lust consumed Tor’s mind and a powerful surge of need still clamored within him. Even though he’d just claimed his woman in every possible way, he moved his mouth to the other side of her neck and with her pulse hammering out of time under his tongue, he bit down and marked her again.
Thrusting balls-deep, his essence continued to stream from him and her heavenly channel rippled over and over, squeezing him as she rode the sizzling waves of her orgasm right along with him.
“I need more,” she murmured, her body locked tight around his, her mind moving through and saturating him deep within. He clutched onto her, shared his own need and reveled as she grinned and stretched out underneath him, her desire for more just as strong as his was. Only first, he needed to ensure all was well with her.
Carefully, he eased his rocking and brought them slowly back down as tenderly as he could. On his elbows, he lifted up a touch so he wasn’t pressing his entire weight down on her. Her beautiful breasts bobbed in front of him and he groaned at the temptation he’d never get enough of. Her creamy skin and the slender column of her neck, lured him in as nothing else could. He licked each of the marks he'd stamped across her flesh, around her neck and over her breasts. His bear purred and rolled around with delight inside him. Happy bear. Happy man.
“I love having your mouth on me, Tor.”
“Where exactly?”
“Everywhere.”
“You taste incredible, like the sweetest honey and my bear and I are already addicted to the taste.” Still wedged deep inside her, his cock stirred back to full and needy life once more. Hell, he wanted to take her all over again, but first he’d take care of her. Even though it pained him to leave her body, he slid out.
“Where are you going?” She rubbed against the fur pelt she lay on, her back arching. She was an ethereal vision, all sensuous curves and a feast unlike any he’d ever beheld.
“To tend to you first.” A streak of blood lay smeared along her inner thigh. She’d given him her innocence, just as he’d given her his, and his bear rumbled with pleasure. “There’s blood and I need to make sure all is well. Wait right here. I’ll grab some water and tend to you.”
“I dinnae want you to go.”
“There’s a barrel of water just outside. I’ll be but a moment.” He hooked one of the furs around his waist, grabbed his empty skin and snuck outside. Stars glittered within the heavenly blanket of black sweeping the sky and the moon shone bright. All within the camp had gone quiet, the fire blazing in the center now surrounded by warriors who’d bedded down around its warmth. They’d missed the evening meal, not that he hungered for anything more than another taste of his handfast wife right now. As moonlight glittered over the stillness of the loch and the slight rustle of nighttime creatures moving within the forest resounded toward him, he dipped the skin in the barrel at the forest’s edge, filled it and plugged the cork. He loosened the fur at his waist, splashed a handful of water over his cock then refastened the fur and snuck back inside the tent.
Layla smiled wickedly, moved onto her hands and knees on the fur. She crawled toward him, her blond locks sliding forward and swaying in front of her full breasts. As she reached the end of their makeshift bed, she rose up onto her knees and crooked a finger at him. “Come here.”
“Have a drink first.” He passed her the skin and she took a sip while he tossed the fur from around his waist aside, swiped a cloth from a pile on the crate in one corner and dropped to his knees before her.
“Here you go.” She passed him the skin back and he tipped her back onto the pelts, gently eased her legs apart and kneeling between them, wet the cloth with water from his pouch and wiped the blood away. “Do you hurt here?”
“A little.” Her soulful brown gaze softened. “But in a wonderful way. I’ve finally found what I’ve been missing from my life. You.”
“As I’ve now found you.” He’d never felt more complete, as if the missing piece of his soul was back and now held safely within her hands. Carefully, he cleaned her, until every trace of their joining was gone then he plugged the skin and tossed it aside. He curled his hands around her hips, pressed a soft kiss to her mound and nuzzled the thatch of golden curls covering her entrance before touching his tongue to her clit.
She gasped, caught his face in her hands and giggled as she tugged him up. “Everything feels so sensitive.”
“Do you need me to wait before I touch you there again?”
“Aye, but apparently you dinnae need any such wait. You appear ripe for my touch.” Her gaze moved over his heavy erection and with a devious lift to her brow, she lifted his body up with her skill and laid him down on his back on the fur. She crawled in between his legs, her breasts swaying softly either side of his balls as she leaned in.
With the lightest of touches, she curled one hand around his shaft then dipped her head and licked him from root to tip.
Hell, her touch was exquisite.
“Do you like this?”
“I love having your mouth on me. Touch me as you wish, however you wish. My body is yours, just as yours is mine.” He craved her touch, to the depths of his soul.
“I caught that thought.” She grinned as she peered at him through her long, sooty lashes, her mind moving swiftly through his. Head dipped again, she moved her lips over him and took him deep as she fondled his balls in the palm of her hand.
Pleasure slammed into him, made him clench his butt and hold on for the ride of his life.
“Mmm, you taste delicious.” Desire flared in her eyes as she gazed at him, her head bobbing up and down as she worked his cock with her beautiful mouth.
“I intend to repay this favor the moment I can.” He cradled her head in his hands, his cock hardening impossibly further as she found a rhythm that would soon send him soaring from his body. A heat unlike any he’d ever felt sizzled at the base of his spine and ricocheted around and blazed like fire in his groin. Heat curled his toes, had his claws slicing out and his bear roaring to the surface. He barely held his beast back. No more. He couldn’t take another moment of this exquisite torture.
“A little longer, please,” she whispered in his mind and almost undid him. For her, he’d try. She sucked harder and he pushed deeper inside her mouth.
Red flared behind his eyes and a storm whipped itself into raging life within him. Lost, a sexual haze consuming him, he bolted upright, flipped her over onto her back and dived between her thighs.
Her inner flesh lay plump and pink, a decadent feast he’d never be able to resist. He licked her, again and again then he captured her clit between his lips and rolled his tongue around her. She moaned and sighed then shuddered, her legs trembling and her body convulsing.
No relief. He needed this, to saturate himself in her. Heartbeat pounding, he showered attention on her, until she writhed and cried out, “No more. Come inside me, Tor.”
“You can take a little more.” He wasn’t done yet, not by half. He suctioned his mouth around her hard nipples, first one and then the other and his bear snapped at him, demanding he mark her again. He swept her hair away from her neck, pushed his cock between her legs and barely held his beast back before he plunged deep inside her hot sheath and locked his teeth onto her neck as he did.
“Oh, aye.” She urged him on, rocking with him, meeting each and every one of his thrusts. “I need to bite you too.”
“Do it.” He guided her mouth to his neck, his balls slapping the insides of her thighs as he lunged into her, over and over. “Bite m—”
She sank her teeth into him and her pleasure radiated down their link and swamped his senses. She’d laid claim to him, just as completely as he’d laid claim to him. Her bite was sheer heaven and an aphrodisi
ac of the greatest sort.
As he blazed toward a precipice of no return, he swiped one finger over her clit below and sent them both soaring from their bodies. Her channel pulsed around him, and his essence spurted deep within the haven of her heat.
“Oh, your bite is sheer perfection.” Her channel convulsed around him, squeezing tight, until she slowly settled and drifted on a tide of blissful joy.
Completely spent, he stretched out over top of her, the only woman who’d ever consume him, heart, body and soul, now his to hold for all time. “There is no other for me, other than you. You’re my wife, forever a part of me and now always in my heart.”
“I shall also soon be your very squished wife.” She smiled as she gazed at him then gently floated them up, rolled them over and brought them back down onto the furs with him underneath and her on top. She nestled her cheek against his chest and softly sighed. “I’m sleepy.”
“Then rest.” He tucked his arms around her, not prepared to let her move even an inch from him and as her eyelids fluttered down over her cheeks, all pink and flushed, he nabbed the fur he’d discarded, pulled it over them then relaxed and allowed his own exhaustion to take him under. His woman matched him in every way, was all he could ever desire in a mate.
His. Forever his.
Chapter 6
An owl hooted somewhere deep within the encampment’s bordering forest and stirred Layla toward wakefulness. She opened her eyes although ’twas still dark outside, the candle within the lamp almost down to the end of its wick. Warmth cocooned her, from her head to the tips of her toes and she stretched, held her breath. Muscles she’d never used before ached, although an ache she fully embraced. Although not so much the ache that demanded she tend to her immediate needs. A spot behind a tree in the forest would do for that.
Wriggling, she tried to free herself from Tor’s firm hold. Almost there. She squirmed out and thankfully without waking him, tucked the fur back over top of him and tiptoed to her discarded clothes. She stopped at the sight of Cherub’s bag tucked half underneath the pile of furs. The cook had said Cherub had used this tent. She eased the bag out, unbelted the leather flap and flipped the top open. Cherub’s clothes lay neatly folded within. She smiled, certain Cherub wouldn’t mind in the least if she borrowed some.
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