Beowulf's Claim (Viking Warriors Book 3)

by Jessica Knight

  The cold air hits me in the face as we leave the warmth of the castle. Light snowflakes are falling, and the grass is slowly disappearing under blankets of white. As we walk, we leave footprints behind, ruining the untouched landscape with our feet.

  The journey back to his cabin is long since both of us are quiet. All that can be heard is the light mist of snow hitting against the leaves that are somehow still clinging to the branches. The sky is cloudy. Not a hint of sun is anywhere to be seen. Winter has fallen, and my skin is already aching to feel the heat.

  When his cabin finally comes to view, I’m taken aback when I see how much work he has put into the place. It’s bigger.

  “Beowulf,” I can only whisper. My words are lost. The cabin used to be tiny. Something that was perfect for him. But now, our family has grown. It isn’t just him anymore. It’s me, Rian, and the baby.

  Five large rooms have expanded the log house. Five. He plans for more children. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part. It could be a bigger bathing room or something of the sort, but I can hope that there is more meaning to it than that.

  “It’s so beautiful,” I marvel, unable to take my eyes off the new rooms. I can’t wait to see what they look like on the inside.

  I yelp when he tosses me over his shoulder and kicks the door open with his foot. The impact hits the side of the house so hard, the snow that was sticking to the course wood, falls down in a heap. “Beowulf, what is the meaning of this?”

  He finally places me down on my feet and runs his fingers through his wet hair. It’s so dark when it is wet; it almost has a blue hue to it.

  “Is it true?” His eyes crinkle at the sides with pain. Emotional pain, not physical. “I don’t want to hope. Don’t make me hope, Angel.” He lays his palm flat against my stomach. “Are you carrying my child? Please, say yes.”

  He closes his eyes and breathes in through his nose before his blue eyes are on me again. “And please explain why I’m the last one to know.”

  Oh. This all makes sense now. “Lady Sassa found out that I might be. I missed my monthly. My breasts are a bit tender, but I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t keeping it from you. I just wanted to know for sure before telling you. I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t want you to know last.”

  He takes another step forward, standing as close as he can to me without making me fall over. Beowulf takes his other palm and mimicking the other one, cages my belly in his hands.

  “You have no idea how bad I want this, Angel. I want it more than my next breath. I’ve only wanted this life with you more than I wanted to live. Do you understand how deep my love for you goes?”

  His forehead falls against mine. The nearness of his lips is like a great force, pulling me to him, taking away my ability to think for myself. “Because I don’t think you know.”

  “I know Beowulf, because I’ve wanted the same thing since we were just children trying to steal a moment with each other.”

  I reach forward and take him in a kiss, putting every ounce of love and emotion I can into it. I break the kiss and stare up at him.

  “My love for you is just as deep.”

  Beowulf responds by pressing his own mouth to me. It isn’t the fast and rough kiss I was expecting. He takes his time, pouring his love into my mouth until I’m swallowing it into my body. One hand slides up the contour of my body, grabbing a hold of my neck and jaw. His touch is so gentle. Out of all the years I’ve known him, he has never been this soft with someone.

  “I won’t break,” I take his bottom lip into my mouth to try and get the animalistic side of him out, but it doesn’t work.

  “No way am I taking you roughly when you are carrying my baby. Nothing but sweet, soft touches from me.”

  Oh, no. No way am I going to be stuck not getting the hot and heavy sex I love merely because I’m pregnant. I point a finger at him, shaking it with frustration. “I’m pregnant, and you shall give me the sex I need, or I’ll be very sexually frustrated. Do you want to keep your pregnant…”

  I trail off. I can’t say wife because we aren’t married. I can’t say fiancée. I have no idea what to call us. “Do you want me pregnant and frustrated? Because right now, I’m definitely frustrated.”

  Flames ignite his eyes, and his nostrils flare as if he can smell my desire. “Is that so? You don’t think I need to be gentle with my newly pregnant, soon-to-be wife?”

  “Wh—huh? When?” I blink. My mind goes blank from his words.

  “Oh, you think I’m going to go much longer without making you my wife?” He tugs my dress down and presses his fingers on my chest, and I fall onto the bed, still dazed. He fawns over my stomach, kissing, rubbing, and appreciating it.

  “Beowulf, I don’t even know for sure if I’m pregnant.” I’m gasping for air at this point. He licks and strokes my sides. I arch my back, trying my best to get closer to him. His palms cup my breasts for a second before sliding back down my figure and cupping my ass. He lifts me up, pulls me to the side of the bed, and kneels.

  “I know you are. And if you aren’t, you will be after tonight.”

  I catch sight of the salacious tilt of his lips before he locks his mouth onto my clit. My hands rake through his hair and grip the strands tight as his tongue dips inside me. It sends a surge of lightning through me, but he pulls away right before he brings me to the edge, taking his time again. He is savoring this moment, taking his time, and all I want him to do is skip the build up and slide his thick cock inside me.

  “Beowulf, stop teasing me.”

  “You’re sweeter. Do you know that? I didn’t know it was possible, but you are. So. Damn. Sweet. I could eat this pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So fucking pink and pretty,” he muses, his palm rubbing against my love button, drawing a high-pitched broken squeal from my throat.

  “Taste yourself.” He shoves two fingers in my hole, soaking his digits with my juices until his knuckles press against me. The sensation makes me gasp and beg for him even more. He withdraws and brings them up to my mouth, sliding the pads of his fingertips over my lips. “Taste yourself.”

  I lose all control, wrapping my lips around his fingers and licking every taste I can. I truly am sweeter. And I wonder if it’s because of the pregnancy.

  “You like that, don’t you? You’re fucking perfect.” He spreads my thighs wider, his fingers digging into the sensitive part of my inner thighs. I know I’ll have marks there, but I welcome them. Anything that Beowulf can do to my body, I want it. He feasts again, building my orgasm up once more until my thighs are rattling, and my moans are shaking the roof, but he backs off again, right when I’m at the edge.

  I slam my fist against the bed, screaming in the frustration from earlier. “Beowulf!” Tears prick my eyes from the intensity, but it isn’t enough to take the ache away. I must have his cock inside of me. I crave it. I need it.

  “Just think, when you do finally come, it shall be so good, Angel. And I’m going to feel that massive orgasm exploding against my cock. I can’t wait to get in here.” He pushes his finger inside me again, then another. And another.

  “I’m going to fuck you like this,” he starts slow, moving his arm back and forth. “And then like this…” and starts to finger fuck me faster and faster until I’m screaming with delirium.

  Wet sounds fill the air. All I can hear is his hand shoving into me. “Fuck, you’re so wet. My cock aches to be inside you, just like this, fucking you just like this, hard and fast, just like you like.” The quick stroke hits a special spot inside me. It’s so fast the pressure builds and builds. He hits my most sensitive spot over and over, each motion bringing heaven that much closer.

  Until he pulls away again.

  Closing my eyes, I count back from ten to keep myself from calling him every name I can think of. I open my mouth to tell him to hurry up, but he silences me by shoving his cock down my throat.

  “Suck my cock, Angel. Show me what that mouth can do.” He pushes my hair out of my face to watch m
e pull his cock down my throat until my gag reflex kicks in.

  “I’m so in love with you,” he groans.

  The words double my efforts to try and make him come. I hollow my cheeks, suck harder, and flick my tongue around the girth faster. He growls and yanks my hair back, pulling me away from him. My lips are numb, his cock is wet from my spit, and his eyes are glowing with how much he wants me. “We come together, or we don’t come at all.”

  “Then do something about it,” I demand. I wrap my hand around his mighty cock and stroke. He grabs my arm, holding it still, and starts to thrust against me now.

  “Is that what you want to see? You want to see how my cock is going to look sliding into that wet cunt that’s all mine? I’m going to fuck you just like this,” he snaps his hips, shoving his cock between the tight grip of my fist.

  A whimper escapes me when I see the slit on the tip of his head wink at me with pre-come. He is so hard, the vein filling his flesh pulsates with more blood. He swells in my hand, and my pussy clenches with need. A feeling he can only appease.

  I’m too entranced right now to tell him what I want. His body is flexing, showing off every solid, sculpted muscle he as. The V in his hips gets deeper with every thrust. My eyes are fixated.

  A strong urge to have him come in my hand takes over. He must be able to read the expression on my face because he gives me a sexy half-smirk, pulling himself out of my grasp.

  Now, I’m empty. There isn’t one part of me that’s full of him, and that’s a problem that he better rectify. Now.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Beowulf

  Dirty, dirty girl.

  I can see what she desires when she looks at me. I truly do want to give it to her. I’ve never seen her like this. She’s unhinged with lust, and it makes the come threaten to spew from my cock any second. I’ve thought about getting an orgasm out of the way and have her get me hard again, but I want inside her too much.

  The house is dark and cold. There’s no fire burning except the one between us, but it’s enough to keep me warm. My hands drift down the lean muscle of her legs. The closer I get to her, the further they drop. She spreads her legs wide, welcoming me between her thighs. It’s been far too long. “I never want to go so long without you again,” I say more to her luscious curves than to her.

  “Never again,” she moans as I place the tip of my cock over her clit.

  I tease her with my lips by getting closer to her mouth and backing away. “Do you think I could make you come like this?” I pivot my hips forward, and the helmet of my cock bumps against the sensitive button of nerves. Her nails dig into my chest. The sounds coming from her wicked mouth tells me I could. I grab her wrists tight in my hand and hold them above her head, curling my hips once again to ignite her throbbing clit until it makes her burst.

  Even her folds hug me tight as I slide between them. They are wet and hot. A squirt of pre-come leaves my slit, dripping onto her. It only helps me glide easier, driving her wilder with desperate passion.

  “Beowulf.” My name is a siren’s song falling from her lips, enticing me further. I didn’t know it was possible for me to want her more, but with every thrust against her, every whimper that’s directed toward me, I fall even more in love with Lilith.

  “I’m going to come.” Her nails rake down my back until she lodges them in the meat of my ass as she screams her pleasure for the entire forest to hear.

  “Aye, give it to me, Angel. Show me how good I make you feel.” I keep my rhythm up through her orgasm, and the tremors are so strong, they vibrate against my own aching flesh. My sack rolls and tightens to my body. I’m there. I’m right there. I must hold back. I cradle her head between my arms and grunt as a gush of her fluid soaks me further.

  It shatters my self-control. I flex my hips one last time and pour my release over those plump lips that hold my cock so well. My come is stuck in her blonde bush, and seeing the mess makes me satisfied. My hand drifts down to rub my seed over her swollen folds and push my fingers inside, giving her every bit of come I have.

  “You feel so good. It’s like you were made just for me,” she moans.

  Finally, after all the waiting, I push the head of my cock, still rock hard, in that tight hole.

  “I was made for you, just as you were for me.” I push in an inch deeper, and she clenches her muscles around me, and a threatening rumble shakes my chest. “You better stop that,” I warn, knowing that if she keeps doing that, I shall come again. Inch by inch, I push forward, stealing her breath and trying to find mine. I don’t think there is anything better in this world than how she feels around me, against me, milking my cock.

  “Fuck me, Beowulf.”

  “No.” I want to. I truly want to ride this pussy so hard, she feels me for days after, but I need more from this moment. It’s not every day a man finds out the love of his life is carrying his child. There shall never be a first time of her announcing her first pregnancy again. I want to savor it. We deserve that.

  After everything, we deserve a second chance because how we last made love was out of my own selfishness to feel her one last time. I want to make it right.

  Everything is always so hot and heavy between us. I want us to take the time to slow down and experience the love between us. It’s always there, a constant wave of energy tingling my body. As gentle as I can, I rest my lips against hers and relish in the softness of the plump lips against mine. They are the perfect size.

  We melt together. Her arms wrap around me, and mine wrap around her. I don’t move. I stay connected in her tight heat, marvelling at how good she feels.

  So many years have gone by. Every night I’d either wake up in the middle of the night with my hard cock in hand, missing her, or I’d have the opposite dream. She’d be dead, and I’d wake up in agony. But the result was always the same. I was left missing her.

  Not anymore. She’s here, she’s under me, she calls my name when she comes, she loves me as I love her, and she’s carrying my child.

  All the years of being hopeless seem so irrelevant now.

  I’m not sure how long we lie there, our hands rubbing each other, our tongues swirling against one another in a provocative dance, but our bodies become slick with sweat, and my cock is harder than it has ever been. Her heat sears me from the inside, and I can’t take it anymore. I pull back, leaving just the head of my cock in, and with slow, unbearable movements, I slide back in.

  Everything between us begins to build. The flame of energy around us begins to crackle with the passion that has been building since I dragged her back to my cabin. Our home. A home where we will build our future. Raise our kids. And fall in love more every day.

  I clutch onto her hand, in pure shock and disbelief from what my life has become. It isn’t a dream, not anymore. It is my reality, and the happiness is almost too much for me to take. I pick up the speed of my hips but still keep it less frantic and more tender. I want her to feel every inch of me fill her up with every stroke. I want her to feel how she affects me, and something like that takes time, so that’s why I’m taking all of it.

  Bringing our hands to my chest, I place her palm over my heart and break my mouth away from hers, only because there is something I must say, something she needs to know.

  “It beats for you. It beats for only you, every day. It has always belonged to you.” I let my forehead fall to hers, and her fingers brush along my cheek, her nails brushing against the skin under my beard.

  “You’ve always been my sun.” She smiles, stealing my lips away in another heated kiss. It takes me a minute to process what she said, but when it finally clicks, something inside me breaks free.

  The passion consumes me. I hold her face with my hands and kiss her like my life depends on it. It does. I can’t seem to get close enough. Fuck! I need to be one with her. This isn’t enough. My body aches for more. I don’t know what I need. I just fucking need more. I lift her leg to go around my hip, and it makes me plunge into her sizz
ling depths.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groan, gripping her hip with all my might. My nostrils flare as I inhale, breathing in the smell of us. It’s fucking heaven. It’s warm, wet, and permeated with sex and come. I keep the same pace, but I push my hips harder, and her mouth drops open in a silent scream. The vice of her channel tightens. It is exactly what my soul has been aching for.

  The spasms of her velvet walls pull my orgasm from me. I thrust once, twice, and pour every drop of what she does to me inside her depths on the third.

  “Angel,” I gasp as the last spurt leaves my body. I drop to my hands, holding her head and lean down for a kiss. We taste of sweat and sex, something my tongue can’t get enough of.

  I try to pull out, but she locks her legs around my waist and stills me. “Don’t go. I’m not ready,” she commands, with a dig of her heels against my cheeks.

  As if she has to tell me twice…

  I fall to the side and bring her with me. I wrap my arms around her again and pull her close to my chest, burying my nose in her damp hair.

  “I never knew it could be like this,” she says. “I thought a life like this with you was left to dreams. And if this is a dream, if this isn’t real−−”

  She takes a deep, trembling breath, “Then I wish never to wake up. My world starts and ends with you, Beowulf. If you aren’t real, then I don’t wish to be real either.”

  “This is real. We are awake living the life that has always been destined for us. This is our path, Angel. This is how it was supposed to happen all those years ago. I’m just so sorry we got a late start.”

  I kiss up her shoulder until I get to the soft skin beneath her ear. “I plan to make it up to you every single day.” My hands fall over her stomach, still flat and taut, lean and trim, but not for long. Soon her belly will swell and be round. I can’t wait to watch my babe grow inside her. I can’t wait to live this life with my family. “Do you think it’s a boy or girl?”