Viking's Claim

by Madison Faye

  “I—I shouldn’t be kissing you,” I whisper heatedly.

  “No,” Tor grunts, pulling me close to him as the heat of his body surrounds me.

  “No, you shouldn’t be. But that doesn’t mean we’re going to stop.”

  I moan as his mouth finds mine again, kissing me fiercely and wildly as everything spins around me. But somehow, I find my wits. Somehow, gasping, I push him away, shaking my head as my hand flies to my lips.

  Tor grins hungrily.

  “A fighter’s spirit,” he grunts. “Good.”

  “You… you can’t just kiss me!” I snap. “Again.”

  “I disagree.”

  I whimper as he yanks me against him, my hands falling to his muscled, rock-hard chest as he growls into my mouth again. And I want so badly to just let go and lose myself, just like I did those last two times when he found me alone and kissed me until I saw stars. But deep down, I know this is wrong. I know this gorgeous man who kisses me until I want to give him everything is a devil. He’s a killer, and a savage, and being anywhere near him is dangerous.

  …And I have to get away.

  He’s still kissing me hard enough to make my toes curl when I pull away. My eyes dart next to me, and when they spot what I was hoping I’d spot, I know it’s now or never.

  “Tor,” I purr heatedly, my eyes locking on his. One of my hands goes to the neck of my gown, and slowly, I begin to tease open another button. Tor grins hungrily, his eyes blazing as they lock onto my fingers.

  Perfect.

  My other hand reaches out for the piece of firewood lying on the little pile next to me, and before I can question my judgement, or think it through, or come up with any plan whatsoever past the immediate, I act. I grab the log and swing it right against the side of his head.

  Tor grunts, faltering away from me and hissing as his hands go to his head. I whirl, my pulse races, and I run.

  …I barely get ten feet before I hear him start to chase.

  Chapter 5

  Tor

  Damn it.

  I grunt as I lunge after her, my head pounding. I can feel the blood trickling from where she hit me, but I give it no mind. I know it’s a light wound. And I’m not even angry that she hit me, I’m angry that I walked right fucking into it. I’m angry that twenty years of fighting, and war, and battles should have prepared me for anything and everything. And maybe it did.

  …Except for her.

  Nothing’s prepared me for Rhona, and I know it. She shatters my walls. She brings down my defenses. She ruins my instincts. And now, the side of my damn head has just paid for it.

  Branches swipe at my face as I charge after her through the woods. She’s darted back behind the tent after running out of it, which is smarter than if she’d tried to run through the whole camp full of my men. But a lily-white dress is hardly the right camouflage for running through the woods at night, and I’m having no trouble following her. But she’s still keeping abreast of me. It’s because she’s small enough to run under the tree branches, and I’m big enough that I’m crashing through every damn one of them. But still, I’ve almost caught up to her.

  Rhona tumbles over a stump, and when I smash through the underbrush after her, I know I’ve got her. I lunge as she scrambles to her feet again, and when my arm circles her waist, she screams as I yank her back against me. She whirls, hands flailing as if to hit me, but I dodge them as I whirl us and shove her back against the big trunk of a tree. She struggles, lashing out at me again, but when I press into her, pinning her to the tree behind her and molding my body to hers, her struggling stops.

  And I swear I hear her moan.

  I lean in, and her breath catches eagerly as my lips brush her ear.

  “There’s no running from me, my little bird,” I growl. My lips trace over her jaw, her gasps coming deep and hungry. And when my mouth brushes hers, it’s her lips that find mine. I groan as she kisses me hungrily, my hands sliding over her hips and tugging her against me as I growl into her lips. I can feel her hands rest on my arms—tentative at first, but then bolder as I claim her mouth. Her fingers slide up my arms until her arms circle my neck, and my kiss only grows fiercer when she does.

  My mouth pulls away, the both of us panting before I move my lips to her jaw, making her whimper. I kiss and bite and suck my way down to her neck, her moans filling my ears in the silence of the woods as our bodies grind together. I nip at her neck, raking my teeth over her tender skin as she shivers and whimpers for me. My hands tighten on her tiny waist, her small body molding to my huge frame as I groan, hungry for more.

  I tug at her dress, hands pulling it higher up her legs as she moans quietly. I tug it higher, and higher still, her breaths getting higher and higher right along with it. I pause with her dress right beneath the treasure between her legs, and I can feel her trembling against me.

  And gods am I hungry for her.

  “I won’t hurt you, little bird,” I growl, kissing her deeply.

  “I—I know you won’t,” she whispers back fiercely.

  “Do you?”

  She answers without hesitation.

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  My hands tug the dress up, and when my hand slides up her bare, smooth thigh, Rhona gasps quietly. I growl, blood roaring in my veins like fire as my fingers trace closer and closer to my prize. And when they brush against her at last, her whole body shivers in excitement, her moans tumbling from her lips. My fingers slip over her, teasing over her velvet soft lips and parting them. I drag one thick finger between them, grunting at how wet she is.

  How eager.

  How ready.

  I know she’s untouched, and I smirk to myself, knowing that the little princely Lord Chauntleroy was probably excepting to claim that first moment for himself.

  Too bad, because it’s going to be me who feels this sweet, soft, tight little cunt open for me for the very first time. It’ll be me who takes her maidenhead. My cock that sinks into her, stretching her and filling her up like she’s never even imagined. With how small she is, and with her never having been with a man, part of me even wonders if I’ll be able to even fit inside of her, given my size.

  But you can be damn sure I’m going to try anyways.

  But that comes later. For now, I want to explore her. I want to memorize every damn inch of her body with my hands, and with my tongue. I want her aching for me, lusting for my cock before I finally let her have it. My fingers stroke through her slick lips, making her whimper. I tease against her opening, feeling her slick het drench my fingers before I slide higher, rubbing that slickness over her hard-little bud.

  And oh, does she cry out when I do that. Rhona sags against me, panting, her auburn hair tussled against my face. Her hands clutch at my arm, her moans fill my ears.

  “So nice and wet for me,” I grunt into her ear, rolling my fingers over her clit again and again as she gasps in pleasure.

  “Such an eager, needy little cunt you’ve got, don’t you?”

  She cries out, pleasure rippling through her as she clutches at my arm and moans. And damn if she doesn’t nod.

  “And this needy little messy cunt is mine, isn’t it?”

  Rhona cries out sharply, wet heat from her pussy dripping down my fingers as she nods eagerly, clinging to me. Gods, she’s already so close. I’m dying to make her come, and I’m dying to taste what her while she does.

  I push harder, pinning her to the tree, her legs spread and her dress around her waist as I play with her little cunt—teasing her higher and higher, until I can feel her start to tremble for me.

  “I want you to come, little bird,” I growl deeply into her lips. “I want your little cunt to come for my fingers, I want your honey dripping down my fingers and making a mess of your thighs. I want any man who even comes near you to smell it on you and know you’re mine.”

  My fingers roll faster, rubbing her hard-little bud faster and faster as her knees shake and her body trembles.
r />   “Tor—”

  “Come on my fingers, little bird. Come for me right now.”

  I rub her hard, pressing her into the tree, and suddenly, she’s coming for me. I grunt, feeling her tight little cunt tighten on my fingers as her honey drips down my hand. She cries out, clinging to me tightly as her whole body trembles. My fingers keep moving, pushing and teasing her right through, until she’s gasping for air. And then and only then do I take my fingers away.

  I kiss her fiercely and hungrily, growling at how eagerly she kisses me back while my fingers stroke through her lips. I pull away, sliding my hand from between her legs. And with my gaze holding hers firmly, I bring my fingers to my lips. Her eyes go wide, her mouth opening and the flush spreads over her cheeks as she watches me. I wrap my lips around my fingers, grunting at the sweet honey taste of her as I lick my fingers clean.

  “You taste sweet, little one,” I growl before I lean in. She moans as my lips crush to hers, and when my hand slips back between her pretty thighs, she gasps into my kiss as I stroke her cunt again. I pull away, bringing my hand up again, but this time, I bring my finger to her lips.

  Rhona goes red, her eyes wide as she hesitates for a moment. But then, just when I think she won’t, her eyes lock onto mine, her mouth opens, and she leans forward. Her soft, pouty lips wrap around my fingers, making my cock lurch as she softly suckles at my finger.

  “Good girl,” I purr, moving in and kissing her around my finger, the both of us tasting her. My hands move to cup her face as I kiss her deeply, pressing her to the tree as she moans into my mouth. Slowly, I pull away, my eyes blazing, my body aching for more, and my cock thick and hard for her.

  I scoop her into my arms, eyes locked on hers as I stride back through the woods, back to the camp.

  …Back to show her more.

  Chapter 6

  Tor

  I ignore the stares, the smirks, and knowing looks from my men as I storm back into the camp, Rhona in my arms. Let them wonder. Let them gossip like old women. Let them be envious. I pay them and the rest of the world no mind as stride right for my tent again. I kick aside the flaps of the door and tumble in with her, and then, we’re alone.

  Rhona gasps as I toss her down across my fur-covered bed, and my eyes drink her in all sprawled out across it. Eyes wild, hair tousled, a flush on her cheeks.

  …Her nipples straining to points beneath her dress.

  I stalk onto the bed after her, eyeing her hungrily, wanting so much more of what I had a taste of back I the woods.

  “Maybe I ought to tie you up, so you don’t run off again,” I growl. There’s a grin on my face, but when I see her bite her lip at my words—her face flushing pink and a spark of something wild in her eyes, my joking turns to hunger.

  “Well, well,” I purr, crawling over her. “A haughty little lord’s daughter like yourself, and I think you just might like it if I tied you up.”

  Rhona moans, chewing on her lip, her chest heaving as she eyes me right back.

  “You’re making things up.”

  “And you’re trying your hardest not to beg me to wrap a rope around your wrists.”

  She blushes red, stammering as she looks away, and I growl hungrily, making a tsking sound.

  “Now what would those proper lords think? What would all of those fancy ladies with their finery think of you getting all wet at the thought of a filthy savage like me tying you up to ravage and have my way with.”

  And damn if Rhona doesn’t moan. She moans, and my cock swells to stone in my breeches, straining at the leather ties keeping them shut.

  “I—”

  “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  Rhona moans, panting as her body writhes beneath me on the bed, and I know I’m done holding back.

  “How about we find out,” I growl.

  “Find out what?” her voice quivers, her nipples so hard under that gown, and I can only imagine how fucking wet her little cunt is.

  “Find out how eager your sweet pussy is for me to tie you down and have.”

  I stand, and when I grab a length of rope from a hook on one of my tent poles, Rhona’s eyes go wide. Her jaw drops as I throw a loop of the rope over a cross-post near the ceiling, pulling it through before I move onto the bed again. I grab her, and she moans as I sit her up, turning her around and putting her on her knees with those legs of her spread. She moans when the rope loops around her wrists, binding her arms together behind her. And when I tighten it, pulling the loose end back through the cross beam near the ceiling and making it tight, she gasps. Her body shivers, little goosebumps breaking out across her arms, and I groan as I move in behind her.

  My lips brush her neck, and when they do, Rhona pushes back into me, moaning eagerly as my teeth rake across her delicate skin. I suck and bite, kissing her skin hard enough to bruise as my hands skim up her sides.

  She hears the blade slide out of the scabbard at my belt, and when the big knife flashes in her peripheral vision in the candlelight, she stiffens, panting.

  “I told you once, I’d never hurt you. And I never will, little one,” I growl, bringing the blade up to trace over the front of her dress.

  “But you can be sure that I’ve seen the last of this dress—the one you were to wear to become another man’s.” I spit the last words out, shuddering with anger at the idea of someone else taking her from me. The blade slips under the top-most still intact button near her collarbone, and with one flick of my wrist, it slits it open. Rhona gasps, trembling and panting as my blade traces lower, slicing another tie. And then another, and another—moving lower to find more of them keeping that dress on her.

  More and more of her dress loosens, falling away, and when it slips from her breasts to tumble open, I groan as I move in right behind her. I kiss her neck from behind, gazing down over her shoulder at the soft, smooth slope of her breasts and the puffy pink nipples capping them. The dull side of my blade teases over the skin of her belly, making her whimper as it traces over it. Her skin prickles, her nipples hardening to points as I bring it down and slice easily through more of the ties, down to the ruffled waist of the wedding gown. The blade pushes under, near her hip and that little crease of her thigh. Rhona gasps, her breath catching sharply as the blade tightens against the dress.

  And then, with a flick of my wrist, it slices through, and in moments, I’ve cut her dress away completely.

  Fire roars through me as I yank the shreds of it off of her, throwing it away before I let my eyes feast upon her.

  Gods is she gorgeous. Soft, milky skin. Curves that make my hands ache to hold them. A full, round little ass that I know damn well I’ll be sinking my teeth into. Thighs that beg to be spread around my waist. Her auburn hair tumbles down her back, and when my hands slide over her hip and she whimpers, there goes the last of my control.

  I yank my tunic off, tossing it away before pressing myself to her from behind. Her skin is warm against mine, her body trembling as my arms slide around her. My hands almost touch when they cinch around her waist, and when I push them lower over her hips, Rhona gasps, moaning as she rolls them into my touch. My fingers slip over the creases in her thighs, pushing lower and lower until I can feel the heat of her little cunt millimeters from my fingertips. And then, with one second of a hesitation, I push a hand lower, delving it between her thighs and cupping her hot little pussy.

  Rhona moans.

  “So wet,” I growl into her ear, stroking a finger through her lips, spreading her wide.

  “Such a pretty, tight little cunt.”

  My words rasp into her ear, and she shivers, trembling against me and gasping in pleasure as I drag a thick finger through her dewy lips. I roll my fingertip over her hard-little bud, making her squeal in pleasure as she sags against me. Her body undulates, tightening, her arms still bound as she strains against the ropes in pleasure. My fingers stroke faster, adding pressure to her clit as I begin to roll them in circles over the little nub. Her hips roll in time against me, her m
oans of pleasure filling my ears in the dim, flickering candlelight of the tent.

  I could keep doing this all night, just making her come again and again on my fingers until she’s begging for mercy. But then, my tongue is hungry for what I’ve only had a taste of.

  I groan as I pull away, and Rhona whimpers in protest as my hand leaves her body. She feels me moving on the bed behind her, and she strains, trying to crane her head around to see what I’m doing.

  “Tor—oh…”

  On my back on the bed, I grab her thighs as I pull myself under her, until her little cunt is right above my hungry mouth. I pull her down, my blood roaring like fire as the honeyed scent of her arousal invades my senses. And before she can say a word, my hands tighten on her thighs, and I pull her right down on my mouth.

  And Rhona moans in pleasure.

  She cries out, shuddering above me as I swipe my tongue slowly from base to clit, parting her lips as I taste every single bit of her. I growl into her, tonguing her slowly and teasingly before I push my tongue deep into her opening. She squeals, bucking against my face and rolling her hips on my tongue. I tease higher, sucking her clit between my lips and swirling my tongue around it again and again. I suck it harder, groaning into her and letting the vibrations rumble through her as she cries out in pleasure and eagerly grinds her pussy against my tongue.

  Greedy girl.

  My big hands grab her tight little ass, pulling her against me as I spread her wide. I pull her over me, my tongue slipping through her lips and then lower still. And when I go even lower, and swipe my tongue across her forbidden hole, Rhona spasms like she’s been hit with lightning.

  “God!” she cries out, a broken wail of pleasure tumbling from her lips as her body trembles for me. She strains against her binds, rolling her hips eagerly against my mouth as I tongue her little asshole. I slip one hand around to her front, using my thumb to roll her clit as I tease her ass, and it’s not long before I can feel her start to tremble wilder and wilder.