Ravished by a Viking

by Delilah Devlin

  “Really? You think you can mandate what I feel now?” Her words were tart, but the hoarseness of her voice said how much she fought for control.

  He pulled out of her and rolled to his back.

  “I take it you want ‘service’?”

  Positioning his hands behind his head, he growled. “Use that word again, and I will spank you.”

  A muffled giggle sounded, but she rose beside him, settling on her knees as her gaze slowly roamed his body. He knew what she was doing, and he wished she wouldn’t. He’d already committed her body, her sweet face, to memory.

  She traced the outline of the wolf’s tail that curled around his hip. “Will you turn over? I’d like to take a closer look.”

  Her eyes had at last dried and sparkled with mischief. He gave her a one-sided smirk and rolled to his belly, resting his forehead on the backs of his hands.

  She shoved off the mattress, and her footsteps padded toward the line of cabinets across the room.

  He didn’t look around, content to let her surprise him. When warm oil drizzled over his back, he smiled.

  Her small hands rubbed and squeezed his muscles with surprising strength, an elbow digging into some particularly tense muscles lining his spine. “You are skilled,” he murmured.

  “I’m inspired,” she quipped. “I haven’t felt this much muscle on a man, up close and personal, before.”

  “It’s a wonder you Heliopolites ever breed.”

  “We breed just fine, but I’m thinking there’d be a spike in pregnancy rates if you guys ever landed on our planet.”

  Dagr grunted, pulled back to his brother’s fate. Anger mixed with disappointment made his voice harsh. “That’s what I suspect this is all about. That your people want to breed with ours. Did you know?”

  Her hands slowed their movements for a moment, then pressed harder. “I didn’t give it any thought.”

  “You think that ignorance excuses you?”

  “No, it damns me. I know that.”

  Dagr swallowed to ease the tightness of his throat. “You will make this right,” he said gruffly.

  She sighed. “I will help you, yes. But there’s no making this right. Not if we can’t find your brother and the others the hunters captured.”

  He raised his head, but didn’t look back. “Did you see them?”

  “Yes.”

  “How were they kept?” He braced himself for the answer.

  “In cages,” she whispered. “Like animals. I was appalled and demanded they leave my ship immediately. I threatened to send them all to the surface if they weren’t gone soon.”

  His shoulders bunching anew, he bit out, “If you’d done that, I never would have needed to leave my land or my people.” And I never would have met you. Confused, because now he couldn’t imagine having to choose between two different fates, he let go of the anger and let her hands soothe the tension in his body.

  We never would have met,” Honora said, straddling his buttocks. She didn’t want to talk about her mistakes. Didn’t want to dwell on what was coming. Instead she concentrated on the wicked bounty beneath her.

  She bent over him, pressing kisses against his oiled and scented skin, rubbing her softened lips across him. Then she stuck out her tongue and followed the deep indentation of his spine, licking in a lazy zigzag down his back.

  When she’d curled herself as far inward as she could, she straightened again and traced the leaping wolf. The picture was so detailed, every tuft of fur was outlined. “It’s beautiful, this beast on your back. It’s a wolf, isn’t it?”

  “You don’t have them on Helios?” he asked, his voice sounding rusty.

  “None living. Only in stories and paintings. They died long ago from overhunting.”

  “They roam our underground forests. Not many. We keep track of the packs. Trap them from time to time to see how healthy they are.”

  “Are they dangerous?”

  “Not to humans, unless backed into a corner. They shy away from man. Do you really want to talk about the wildlife on my planet?”

  She lay over him, pressing her breasts against his back, snuggling her cheek against his shoulder. “Not really, but you must admit you haven’t given me much of a chance to learn this particular view of your body.”

  “I would turn over.”

  “I’m not done exploring.”

  He grunted, the sound lifting his back. “Why am I starting to tremble?”

  “Are you afraid, Viking?”

  “For my manhood.”

  Chuckling, she scooted down his body until she knelt over the backs of his calves. She poured more warm oil over his buttocks. The muscles here were beyond firm, and he clenched tighter when her fingernails raked over them.

  She braced her hands on the mattress and slid one knee between his thighs to ease them open.

  His reluctance was palpable, and a low growl rattled through his chest.

  Honora laughed again, softly, her own body tensing with arousal. How far would he let her go before putting a halt to her exploration? Or would she be the first to fold?

  Putting her weight behind her, she massaged his ass, rubbing his skin, working her fingers into the muscle until his thighs quivered.

  “Woman,” he groaned.

  She bent closer and traced two fingers down the crevice, then followed them with her tongue, delving in between, coming to his small furled hole and hesitating, because she knew how good it felt, but she’d never dared this before. She circled it with a fingertip.

  His breath hissed between his teeth. “Careful ...”

  “Was Kit the first to take you here?” she teased.

  “Would you rather have been my first? Do you even dare?”

  “What do I risk?”

  “A woman’s punishment.”

  She knew exactly what he meant, and the thought only made her cream. She nuzzled his firm backside with her nose, slid her lips over him, and sucked at his skin, leaving a love mark here and there, but finally stopped teasing, coming again to the divide and sinking her tongue into it, touching his anus, sliding her tongue over it, then darting back.

  Dagr’s back muscles bulged with tension; his hands clutched great fistfuls of bedding. Every part of his body was hard, quivering, and she licked him again, moistening the skin, and then tucked an oil-slicked finger inside him.

  She knew her physiology. Knew where the little gland rested. Stuffing another finger inside despite his muttered curses, she rolled the tips of her fingers over his prostate, swirling on it until his buttocks lifted off the bed and he dug his cock into the mattress.

  “Witch! Stop!”

  She laughed and bit his buttocks and pulled out, scrambling away but not quickly enough.

  He shot up and grabbed her head and pulled it toward his cock, his fingers sliding to either side of her ears as he directed her over him to suck him while he slammed his hips forward and back.

  He didn’t last longer than a single deep-throated lunge. Spurts of salty cum coated her tongue. She swallowed it down, groaning around him, her bottom in the air and her pussy clasping.

  When his fingers unclenched from her hair, he pushed her away. She backed up on all fours, eyeing him with trepidation, because his eyes were dark, narrow slits, his cheeks starkly defined by the tension riding his features. He looked every inch the primitive warrior.

  “You know what comes now.”

  She lifted an eyebrow. “A woman’s punishment? Do you think I’ll just bend over and present my ass like a good little thrall?”

  His mouth stretched into a thin smile.

  Her heart rate kicked up, and she darted off the bed, running for the door.

  He caught her before she pulled the latch down, and then she was swinging high, her body folding over his shoulder. He turned and walked over to the bench, which she knew wasn’t just for holding clothes.

  “Surely the fantastic blow job mitigates the punishment,” she gasped when he bound her hands to the bench.r />
  His response was to push her thighs apart and latch her ankles to the padded step.

  Honora couldn’t help it; her pussy spilled fluid, wetting her labia and seeping onto the bench beneath her.

  He walked away, and she strained to watch him over her shoulder. He found the flogger amid the implements in the cabinet and stroked his fingers over the flanged ends before looking her way.

  The jut of his jaw and the heat of his dark gaze kept her breaths shallow and rasping.

  “Gods, I ache already, Dagr. I didn’t intend to trample on your dignity... much.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m guessing by how excited you got that you aren’t accustomed to having that done to you. And yet, you let Kit do it and didn’t threaten her with punishment. Don’t you think I deserve that pleasure too? I mean, really, before us, no one’s ever played with your ass before?”

  He gave a sharp shake of his head. “Never.”

  “Helio men often take male lovers. Don’t Vikings?”

  “Some do,” he said, fisted hands resting on his hips, “but I have never felt even a stirring of desire for another man. I have never allowed anything to penetrate me.”

  “Until Kit.” Her neck was getting a kink in it, staring over her shoulder like she was. “Then why didn’t you stop her?”

  “The drug robbed me of inhibition.”

  “Then why are you punishing me? If you didn’t want it, why not stop me?”

  “I gave you fair warning. I assumed you wanted punishment. That teasing me beyond control gave you pleasure.”

  “You let me do it, even though you found it disturbing, because you wanted me to enjoy myself?” Pleasure teased more sweet cream down her thigh. “How sweet.”

  “Not sweet, elskling ... Strategic.”

  She gave a strangled laugh. “Because now you have me where you wanted me all along, and I have to be compliant because you set the terms?”

  “Exactly,” he said, nodding. “Now, do you submit to your punishment?”

  Honora hung her head and closed her eyes. Truth be told, she was exactly where she wanted to be, burning for the stinging strokes because she’d carry the marks a little longer on her skin. “I deserve punishment, Viking. Do I get any last wishes?”

  “Do you think you will die from pleasure?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Ask, elskling,” he said softly.

  “I want your hand to deliver the punishment. I want your fingers emblazoned on my skin. Make it last past today. I want the fire to burn me far past the day we part.”

  His hands dug into her hair, and he raised her head. His gaze sharpened at the moisture welling in her eyes. His jaw flexed. From emotion? She hoped so, but knew it was likely just arousal stirring inside him again.

  Warriors didn’t love. Didn’t regret partings.

  She licked her lips, then bit into the bottom one, a slow, deliberate provocation. He cupped her chin, rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, soothing it, then stuck it into her mouth and pulled down her jaw.

  When he stepped closer, aiming his slackened cock at her mouth, she had to cant her head to scoop all of him inside. She tasted herself and his cum, chased with a hint of salt. Her mouth watered, and she sucked and pulled on him, waiting as he slowly filled again, licking every bulge and vein as he tightened and his girth consumed the space inside her mouth and throat.

  Fully aroused, he withdrew, stroking himself slowly in front of her, while her own body tightened and more fluid slicked her thighs.

  Her gaze made a languorous climb up his taut abdomen and massive chest. She sighed like a wanton, feeling her lips go slack, her breaths pant. “Please, Dagr.”

  “Do you want your punishment, or do you want a fucking?”

  “You will give me both.”

  A single brow arched.

  She might be tied like a roasted goose, but she knew who really held the power here. He’d give her everything she wanted—here, inside this room. Dagr might not know how to voice his emotions, might not feel as deeply as she did, but he wanted to leave her happy, sated. She gave him a one-sided smile. “You will give me both, please.”

  He bent and mashed his lips against hers, then circled her. Hands trailed down her back, stroking her skin, the rough calluses scraping like fine sandpaper, lifting gooseflesh everywhere they traveled.

  When he cupped her bottom, she lifted into his palms, her head dropping low as she closed her eyes and savored his gentle roughness. Strokes, squeezes, so soothing and arousing. She imagined how his large hands looked against the soft flesh of her bottom and wondered again how she compared with his pale-skinned concubines.

  His mouth sucked at her skin, gliding to kiss her ass, suctioning to raise his own little marks. She loved that he wanted to mark her like she had done to him. With his breath gusting against her skin, his fingers grazing her sex, but never settling or penetrating, she began to move restlessly.

  He’d promised punishment and he was working up to it, but she was dying here.

  “The women of my clan are bold and speak their minds, but at the bottom of it, they submit to their protector, consider his needs above theirs.” His words teased her neck. “You are more delicately made than they are, and generally measure your words more carefully than they do, but you are stronger, more independent, at your core. I find myself relieved that this is so, because you can love a man, and not be consumed by him.”

  “You think you know me so well?”

  “I know you love me.”

  Her eyes filled immediately, and she was grateful he couldn’t see her face. “You think that makes me weak?”

  “In the moment, when you are needful of my touch, you are weak. However, I know when we part, you will do what you must to survive. That keeps my will strong, my heart free.”

  “So that you can walk away?” she said, anguish trembling through her. “You think that’s something I want to hear? Now?”

  “You misunderstand. I have never felt for another woman what I feel for you. I think that if we had more time, I would open my heart to you, Honora. I trust that you would carry on after I am gone. That is what makes me strong, knowing that you will survive, that you live. It is as close as I have ever been to love, elskling.”

  “I’ll take it,” she whispered, tears spilling from her eyes and her throat tightening. She wouldn’t tell him how crippling the fear of leaving him was. He thought her strong. She knew she’d want to cling and cry against him, but she’d have to remember to raise her chin and give him a smile. “Words are nice, Dagr. But my body burns for you.”

  His tongue stroked between her labia. “Your body melts. But I will make your skin burn.” He kissed her again, and then a stinging slap landed on her right cheek.

  She gasped and jerked against her bindings. Her heart fluttered in panic, then surged again as heat redoubled inside her body. Giving a sexy moan, she undulated, arching her back as far as possible given the restraints.

  Another slap to the opposite side was followed by a firm rub of his palm. “I can see my fingers on your skin.”

  “Give me more. Make them distinct. When I look at my ass, I want to remember how strong and large your hands are.”

  His fingers spread over the mark he’d already made, then lifted, tagging the same spot.

  Her bottom felt on fire, and she knew welts would rise, perfectly aligned. But thoughts of the future, of poignant physical reminders that she would carry with her for a short while, faded as the burn built beneath her skin, making her quiver and shake.

  She panted noisily, unable to catch her breath as he struck her, over and over. She tossed her head, groaning, felt the slide of liquid excitement trickling from her pussy, moistening her lips, dampening her belly as it spread across the padded bench.

  He slapped her again, and then rubbed his face against her, his fingers gripping her thighs hard. His movements stopped.

  Her breath caught, and she tightened her thighs on the step, waiting because she could hear his
harsh pants and wished she could turn and wrap her arms around him. But she suspected he wanted it this way, didn’t want for her to see him lose even a little of the shield he kept around his heart.

  “I need you,” she said, her voice tight.

  The bindings around her ankles gave. He blanketed her back and reached for the cuffs at her wrists and released them.

  Then he was rising, lifting her from the bench and carrying her to bed where he laid her in the center and followed her down.

  His ice blue eyes, always so chilly, were wild and wide. His skin was a hectic red. She embraced his face and pulled him down, slanting her mouth to kiss his, strumming his lips with the tip of her tongue, then stroking inward. The kiss was soft, exploring, as she tried to calm him with her mouth while her hands petted his face, stroked his hair and his shoulders.

  When at last she encircled his large body with her arms and held him, he sighed and sank onto her. Her breath caught as she took his weight.

  His eyes darkened. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers while he groaned and his body ground into hers.

  Honora opened her legs, bending her knees so her thighs cradled his narrow hips. His body drew back, his cock pressed against her center, and the blunt head drove between her folds and plunged deeply.

  Her body sensed a difference in his actions. She arched beneath him, her breath leaving in rush. As he drove relentlessly into her, his breaths shuddering, his face still wild, his expression desperate, she knew he’d broken.

  Rather than let him know that she knew, she pulled him closer and snuggled her face into his neck, kissing him, licking him, biting at the end when his whole body quaked and his cock grew more rigid. Warmth flooded her channel.

  Honora squeezed her eyes shut, fighting tears. Her breath tightened in her throat. She’d won his love; she knew it. But she also believed he might never voice it.

  In the end, it really didn’t matter. She’d never wanted love in her life, never expected it. But love in the form of a tall, proud Viking had found her. The knowledge of that love was something she’d hold close like an unspent treasure.