by Koko Brown
“Mektig Odin!” he growled, his entire focus on her. “You are going to make me shoot my seed from just watching you.”
Wanting just that, Reese wrapped her fingers around him. In a languid motion, as if she had all the time in the world, she lifted and lowered her hands. She pulled and sucked...jerked and licked... and ultimately settled into a rhythm meant to coax his seed.
“Almost...there.” A whisper of agony through clenched teeth. Eyes rolling heavenward, he stretched his arms wide, his fingers twisted the bed furs. With each stroke, his body shuddered with pent-up energy, and his cock swelled to I’m-going-to-make-you-addicted proportions.
“Sweet Freyja. You will be the d...I...” He finished on a strangled groan. His hips shot from the bed, almost unseating her. Reese remained committed to helping him reach his peak, even when his pelvis beat against her lips repeatedly with a powerful driving force. With a single-minded purpose, her hands quickened over him, pumping him harder, faster. His harsh breaths punctuated the silence, adding fuel to her objective.
His body suddenly tensed, going rigid as a board. “Reese!” he shouted, and then his hot, thick cum gushed over her tongue and down her throat. Greedily, she swallowed every single drop.
She continued to lap at him even as he sat up.
Chapter Twelve
He grabbed one of the braids resting on her shoulder and began unraveling the kinky tresses.
Reese jerked back. “What are you doing?” Didn’t he know you never touch a black woman’s hair?
“I want your hair down when I swive you.” He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. “I like something to hold onto.”
Well, stated that way how could she object? Reese reached up and loosened the other braid.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, gently combing his fingers through her hair. “I would have fought a hundred men for you.”
Charmed by the compliment, Reese dipped her head in embarrassment.
“Ah...I have made you blush.” He slapped her hand away then took full control of combing out her hair.
“I am not blushing.” Reese rubbed the back of a hand over a hot cheek. “If I were...how you could you tell with my skin being so much darker than yours?”
“The first skill a good warrior learns is to observe his surroundings.” Only inches from her ear, his warm breath tickled the lobe and caused her clit to jump. “Despite all this delicious brown skin” —he paused to lick the side of her neck —“It was not hard for me to discern the heat crawling up your lovely neck.” His lips grazed her cheek. “And pooling in your cheeks.”
Reese trembled as he kissed a hot path to her hairline.
“I want to devour you.”
To prove his point, he bit down on her ear lobe. Caught by surprise, Reese cried out. “Did that hurt?” he asked, pulling back slightly.
Funny, what should have been painful had the opposite effect. Despite the initial sting, a jolt of lust rushed straight to her clit. “I...I kind of like it.”
Before she could process her reaction, he nipped, none too gently, on her shoulder. Reese gasped and to her surprise her nipples hardened.
His mouth hovered over the fleshy bump of her spine as if waiting for her permission.
“Do your worst, Viking.”
“Made for me.” At the same time he bit down on her flesh, he grasped the collar of her tunic and pulled, ripping both the gunny sack gown and linen outer chemise.
You do know this is the only garment I have.”
“You will not need it in here.” He nipped at her spine and Reese arched into him.
“That sounds like I’m not leaving anytime soon.”
His tunic flew over her head. “You will not leave this chamber for several days...maybe a week...maybe not until the next full moon.”
Reese stiffened. The mention of Loki’s deadline hit her like a bag of rocks, and put a damper
on her desire. Good. It wouldn’t do to lose her head. She had to seduce him. Wrap him so tightly around her finger he’d give her his heart and in turn the black tourmaline. Even if the thought of betraying this beautiful man sickened her, the thought of him and his people perishing frightened her even more.
Snapping out of it, and more determined than ever, Reese turned toward him. It was his turn to be surprised, his eyes widening as she pulled her torn garments from her body.
“Ja...we will be in here until the next full moon.” He wrapped his arms around her and they fell back onto the furs with him on top.
Fitting like two pieces to a long-lost puzzle, their bodies touched in all the right places, her skin a dark compliment to his lighter complexion. In this position, he had easy access to either her mouth or her breasts. To her delight, Erik decided to pursue the latter. With the slightest lift of his head, he’d captured a dusky nipple.
He tugged at the sensitive tip none too gently, and then drew her in his mouth. Reese moaned as he bit her and then laved it with his tongue. A toe-curling warmth shot through her, settling in the pit of her stomach until it grew into a burning, raging passion, which needed abatement. To provide herself some relief, Reese anchored her feet and started rubbing her pussy against his cock.
Like an electric shock to her system, her breathing hitched, her blood pounded loudly in her ears, and even her hair seemed to stand on end. No longer able to hold a cognizant thought, she surrendered to the riotous sensations coursing through her body, and she closed her eyes.
“Nay,” he growled. “You will reach your release only when I am deep inside you.” He grabbed the back of her head and crushed his mouth over hers.
Undeterred by his ferocity, Reese wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he forced his way past her lips, his tongue conquering the recesses of her mouth. It was exactly a kiss a warrior would give. He took what he wanted and allowed no quarter. With a desire just as fierce, her tongue matched his every thrust and parry.
“You are a witch!” he snarled against her lips.
“If I’m a witch, where’s my broom?” she countered, biting at his chin playfully. He shivered and she smiled to herself.
“What is a broom? Is it some kind of talisman you use to enact your spells?”
“It’s a stick that witches ride to get them from point A to B.”
“A stick? I think I may have the perfect stick for you to ride.”
Not missing the hidden innuendo, a restless energy filled her. So much so, Reese remained pliable, allowing him to position her on her hands and knees facing the fire. Curious as to his intentions, she glanced over her shoulder and caught him licking his index and middle finger. He reached between them, her muscles tensed.
Reese exhaled as his fingers slid into her wet cleft. At first, there was an intense pressure. It quickly subsided as he gently probed, stroked deeper and deeper, working his long fingers in and out of her until the rhythmic friction of his digits shattered her pride into a million pieces.
“Please...” she begged on a small caught breath.
“Do you like what I am doing?”
“Yes,” she uttered in fascinated admiration as he brought her closer and closer to an orgasmic brink.
“Want more?”
Reese answered him by spreading her legs wider, and he pressed his full weight into her.
“Witch,” he rasped hoarsely.
Something in his voice made her look back. Face flush, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, his nostrils flared like a wild animal, and his muscles quivered with barely-contained restraint. Seeing him thus, with all the layers peeled away, was like a Molotov shot to the head.
“Give me your stick, Viking, and I’ll ride it.”
He gave it to her with one swift thrust, impaling her to the root with a single stroke. Even groomed by his two fingers, Reese wasn’t prepared for this, him filling her so completely the air left her lungs in a rush. Eirik must have heard her soft gasp because he placed his hand in the center of her back.
Sensing the sil
ent question, Reese choked out, “I–I’m okay...just need a moment to adjust.”
“That’s my tiny warrior,” he encouraged. Still deeply embedded, his hands caressed the small of her back and buttocks. “You will stretch to fit me, then there will be pleasure.”
To prove his point, Eirik moved inside her. In and out in a repetitive ebb and flow, he stretched her, creating a delicious friction. And little by little, his unhurried strokes erased the pain of his entry until it became a bittersweet memory.
“I think you’ve stretched to fit me.” He gently retreated and then as gently drove home burying himself to the hilt.
“I think so too,” she breathed.
Her answer proved to be a catalyst. The energy seemed to shift in him, bordering on feral. He gripped her tighter, fingers cutting into her skin, and slammed into her so violently if it weren’t for his hands at her waist she would have tumbled from the bed.
“Finally...mine,” he whispered, while thrusting and withdrawing, steadily increasing his momentum. His cock pummeled her pussy, stretching her, filling her to an almost unbearable degree. Squeezing her eyes shut, Reese succumbed to the heady sensations pulsing through her entire being, much like his cock.
Reese shuddered as a raw, all-consuming ecstasy roared through her body, resulting in a savage compulsion to abandon her normally reserved nature. She dug her feet into the furs and pushed backward, meeting him thrust for thrust.
With each stroke, an indescribable need quickened inside her. One that had nothing to do with going home or getting her hands on the tourmaline. It centered on the man buried deep inside her. Reese knew she was being irrational, but she couldn’t think straight, she could only feel. And the sensations were so shockingly good, she felt she couldn’t get close enough to him—even though her inner walls clutched his cock like a hipster with the latest smartphone.
“Ever since that first day on the fjord, I have wanted you.” He ground his pelvis into her backside, sending him even deeper.
Reese squeezed her eyes shut. Hovering on the edge, spinning out of control, she panted, “I’ve wanted you even before that.”
“Why have we been so stubborn?” Tone colored with anger, Eirik gripped her waist with one hand, and the other latched onto her breast. He sat back on his heels and brought her with him. “You could have been enjoying tiny hammarr,” his hand dipped lower to cup her sex, “and I this.”
His kiss was not gentle as his mouth took hers, his tongue pushing like a battering ram against her teeth. Reese matched his anger. By the third stroke, she’d regretted the time she’d lost experiencing the most intense pleasure she’d ever known by standing on a soapbox.
In this position, Eirik discovered he could touch her to his heart’s content. A mercenary with absolutely no scruples, he took full advantage of it by caressing the length of her. His hands traveled over her full breasts and flat belly, committed her round hips and toned thighs to memory. He especially liked playing with the dark triangle between her splayed legs. Each stroke produced a fresh spurt of moisture which lubricated his cock.
In the grips of his own savage compulsions, he fastened his mouth over hers. His tongue delving as deeply as his cock. He moved by instinct alone, moving inside her, penetrating without caution or constraint. He felt like he couldn’t fuck her hard enough even though his balls were sore from slapping against her backside like a madman.
Shutting his eyes, Eirik wondered whether she really was a witch. His cock had never been this hard. His sac practically ached for release. And yet, he didn’t see an end in sight.
Tormented, Eirik decided he wouldn’t be alone in his suffering. As his thrusts became wild and demanding, his palm slid downward, over her dark curls then lower. He wedged his hand between their bodies to stroke the core of her heat. He traced the dark cleft, delved inside the wet folds, and he was rewarded by another spurt of her honey.
“Yes...” she whimpered. Shaking uncontrollably, she placed both her hands over his, and pressed his fingers against the sweet berry nestled at the top of her cunny. Mouth agape, eyelids heavy with lust her head lolled against his shoulder.
“There-right-there,” she rasped as her sheath squeezed him and her wetness dripped over his fingers.
Unable to resist, Eirik lifted his hand and placed two glistening fingers into his mouth. Her cream touched his tongue and he shut his eyes as he savored her tangy flavor. Unconsciously committing it to memory.
“Your honey is so sweet.” He touched her core again, and she arched against him. “Want to give it all to me?” he whispered, gently messaging the reason for his sleepless nights.
“Like yesterday.” Eirik heard the explosive fervor in her voice, and smiled. “And if you make me wait any longer, I’ll never talk to you again.”
“Nay,” grasping her chin, he nipped at her bottom lip, “your shutting me out was torture.”
“Same here, Viking.”
His balls were tight, but now the greater pain lay somewhere in the vicinity of his heart. Mouth hard on hers, Eirik maneuvered her beneath him.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said against her lips, and entering her as soon as her back hit the furs. Without brooking an argument, she clung to him and he sank so deep he was unable to hold back.
Half lifting, half driving her, he moved her across the furs with the sheer force of his penetration. There was no description fit for the ravenous lust he had for this woman. No rules, no instructions to measure this overwhelming desire. One thing was for certain–she was perilous to his peace of mind.
As if a fever possessed him, Eirik indulged his turbulent lust. He was drawn almost against his will into taking her as hard as he possibly could. His hands hard on her hips so she couldn’t move or get away, so he could invade her and subdue her, make her his. Own her, his mind commanded—possess her. The rhythm of his lower body echoed the wild litany as he withdrew then submerged again and again with a hot-blooded urgency, an unrestrained desperation.
Breathing like an animal, he functioned at the most primitive level. Bent on total conquest, total domination he drove into her, harder and faster. Beyond impatience, frenzied, he battered her into the furs, intent on putting his mark on her.
And she met him eagerly, arching up to meet him, moving her hips in an enticing rhythm. Slippery and wet, she clenched him, pulled him deeper. She was a sensual siren to his carnal hunger.
“Don’t stop...,” she pleaded, her fingernails digging into him, breaking skin. Legs gripping him tighter.
“Never,” he said on a suffocated breath. But Eirik wasn’t completely sure if his answer meant only in the moment or referred to endeavoring to stay in her good graces. Erik grunted. She was a slave. She should be doing everything to please him. Not the other way around. Blessed Odin, if she didn’t have the upper hand! With each stroke, her sleek sheath was strewing a spell over him. His common sense diverted by a wily female milking his cock to madness.
“You have me in a bad way” —In more ways than one—“I am going to come a river.”
“Me too,” She whimpered, breathless, clinging to him. Dark skin misted with sweat, she was breathtakingly beautiful. The woman he’d been dreaming of for weeks. Her body so near release she was shaking, and her honey dripping down his cock.
Driven by his ego, Eirik was determined to see her reach her peak. He tilted her hips, positioning her best to receive him. With each stroke, his hips brushed her thighs. His ass flexing as he bucked into her over and over, riding her hard. More thrusts, more grinding and then her explosive scream echoed around them. In a wet rush, her sheath squeezed him as if coaxing his heat to flood her.
She held him so tightly, in her woman’s vise, he stopped moving. Erring on the side of caution, Eirik braced himself to withdraw. Childless, he’d always been careful to not spill his seed inside a woman.
“No, no,” she breathed, raising her hips and wrapping her arms around him, drawing him back.
Like lightning, a bruta
l animal instinct responded to her plea. And his world narrowed to a finite focus—to soak her womb with his seed.
“Witch,” he growled, beginning to ejaculate. “My witch.”
Chapter Thirteen
Forcing one eye open, Reese noted the passing of time. She knew they’d been at it for hours, she had more sore spots than she could count, but the pile of ash and smoldering embers in the fireplace, and sunlight filtering through the gunny sack covering the window confirmed it.
The past few hours had been amazing, but she couldn’t let him think he had her wrapped around his brawny finger. If anyone was going to get whipped, it was going to be him. Resolved, Reese sat up and threw back the covers. When she moved to swing her legs over the bed, a band of steel wrapped around her middle. Shifting closer, Eirik boxed her in.
“Where are you going?” he growled. His breath fanned across her cheek, instantly inflaming her libido, clouding her judgment. Still, her common sense and the threat of cleaning the stables barely trumped temporary gratification. Eirik’s thick cock pulsing inside her was almost worth being elbow deep in manure.
With a regretful sigh, Reese pulled away. Well...she tried to pull away. The hand sneaking between her legs, doing a perfect job of stealing her resolve.
“I have an arm list of chores,” she panted as two fingers slid inside her. “You have no idea what’s done around here before you roll out of bed.”
“There are plenty of things we Vikings do before rolling out of bed.” He dipped his head and latched onto a nipple. He pulled and sucked while his fingers moved in and out of her with an enthusiasm she’d come to expect from him. They’d made love a half a dozen times before he finally gave her some respite and allowed her to catch a few winks.
Obviously, his charity toward her had ended as he kissed a path down her belly.
“I’m not leaving.”
Pausing, he glanced up. His ice-blue eyes glittered with a wicked gleam and a wolfish grin curled his lips. “Not for a very, very long time.”
