by Madison Faye
I moan as his fingers tease up and down my pussy, sending pleasure rippling through me as I shiver for him. But still, there’s that lingering fury at having been left like this, even if it’s tangled up with a forbidden heat and thrill, I’m not sure I’m ready to open up to.
“You left me naked and tied up!” I spit. “
“Would you have run again if I hadn’t?”
I pause for one second, biting my lips before I square my jaw.
“Perhaps.”
Tor chuckles. “Well, there we are, little bird. And if I untie you now, will you run?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
Tor growls at the words I immediately sass back at him. But when his hand delves back between my thighs and his fingers start to stroke my aching, slick cunt, I know damn well that I’m lying to myself. Because I know damn well that the answer is no, because he’s right. I’ve been dreaming about him since that first forbidden look, that moment of fear at Hamish and Una’s wedding when I came eye to eye with the most fearsome Viking alive. When he strode towards me, cupped my jaw, looked into my eyes, growled, and walked away, leaving me breathless. And then when he came for me after that, at Malcolm and Ailith’s wedding. When he… when he kissed me, and left me the necklace.
And ever since then—every. Single. Night. Since then, I’ve been wanting him.
All of him.
It’s a forbidden desire. A wicked heat. A sinful fantasy. But there’s no ignoring it, and I’m pretty sure he knows it, too.
“Two options, little bird.” he purrs deeply. “I could keep you tied up, so you can’t leave. Or,” he growls. “Or I give you a better reason to stay.”
“Like?” I whisper, my pulse roaring in my ears, my skin tingling as his hands tease and slide all over me.
“Like this.”
He twists my head around, and when his lips crush fiercely to mine, instantly, I know I’m lost. I kiss him back just as fiercely, moaning hungrily and deeply into his kiss, gasping as he breaks it to nibble his way down my neck. One big hand cups my breasts, squeezing them just enough to send heat to my core, and teasing my nipples until I’m shuddering for him. His other hand delves deep between my thighs, and when his fingers being to stroke up and down my lips, I tremble and moan, pressing myself back into him as his fingers drive me wild. Our tongues slide together, breathes mingling as I moan hungrily into his lips.
“My little Rhona,” he groans deeply, pulling away and nipping at my swollen bottom lip.
“Oh, my little goddess.”
His lips attack my neck, biting and sucking viciously until I’m moaning loudly and wantonly, aching for more from him.
…Aching for everything he wants to give me.
When he suddenly, pulls away and pushes me down, I cry out as I go tumbling forward. My cheek drops to the furs on his bed, my back arched, and my ass thrust high in the air. My arms are still tied and strung up towards the ceiling of the tent, and the thrill of being so bound like this for him has me moaning shamelessly for more. It has my body aching for it all.
It has my heart racing for whatever he wants to show me next.
I feel his breath on the small of my back, and I gasp quietly. His lips trail over my skin, teasing lower and lower. His kiss trails down over the soft curve of my bare ass, and when I feel his big hands grip me tight and spread me lewdly open for his hungry gaze, I blush fiercely even as the heat pools between my legs.
His wicked tongue drags over my cunt again, parting my soft folds as it delves deep inside. I cry out, pushing back into him as he tastes me, his tongue swirling over my clit before pushing back against my untouched opening. He licks higher and higher, making me squeal again as he swirls his tongue over my asshole. I cry out, panting and begging for more, like a whore. Like his whore. And not in a way that makes me feel used or anything, but in a way that makes me feel alive. Like being with him makes me let go of things like properness or being “good.”
I want to be bad for him. I want to be his dirty little toy. I want him to take every damn part of me, and I want him to do it now.
He tongues my pussy again and again, making me whimper and moan as I writhe for him. I’m so close too, and when he sucks my clit between his lips and flicks his tongue across it, I shatter.
I cry out, the climax erupting through me like liquid fire as I strain against the ropes, screaming my pleasure into the furs of his bed. Tor just keeps tasting me too, licking me right through it as his big hands grip me tight, his fingers digging into my skin.
I’m still trembling as I feel the rope being cut away from my wrists, and I collapse panting onto the bed. Tor rolls me over, my legs spreading wide for him almost automatically as he moves between them on his knees. Our eyes lock in the flickering dimness of the tent, and when I watch his hands move to the laces of his breeches, my heart starts to beat faster. He starts to untie them, pulling the pants open and pushing them down over his muscled hips. My breath catches, and my eyes go wide as the little trail of hair leads lower and lower down his chiseled abs, until suddenly, I can see the base of… of his…
I swallow.
Of his cock.
My heart skips, and suddenly, Tor shoves the breeches all the way down. His manhood springs free of them, and my jaw drops.
Oh. My. God.
Tor is a very big man, but even on a man his size, the cock that literally falls out of his pants is enormous. He’s so thick, and so damn long, with a fat, swollen head and a veined, throbbing shaft that arches from his grooved hips.
He growls, shoving his breeches down and kicking them away, and my eyes are actually locked onto his massive, gorgeous, frightening, and yet utterly irresistible looking cock. Something glistening drips from the little hole at the tip of his thick crown, trickling down his pulsing shaft and glistening in the candlelight. Beneath, I can see his big, swollen balls swaying full and heavy between his muscled thighs.
And seeing his cock is like setting a flame to dry grass. Because suddenly, I don’t just want him, I crave him. I want him in a way that terrifies me. I want him to pin me to the bed, spread my legs, and show me everything he can do with that cock.
Tor wraps a hand around the base, and when he starts to stroke himself as his eyes wash over me, I can’t stop the moan from tumbling from my lips.
“You’ve never been with a man, have you,” he growls.
I swallow thickly, my pulse thundering. I can’t even form words, and I just shake my head as my eyes drink in the sight of his thick cock.
“And this,” he purrs. His hand reaches out to cup my pussy, making me whimper as his thumb traces up and down my slit.
“This has never known the feel of a big cock stretching it open, and filling it up with inch after inch, has it?”
I moan, panting as I shake my head.
I. Want. Him.
I know the traditions of where I come from, and what I’ve been told all my life. I know doing even what we’re doing now before we’re married by a man of God is a sin. But if this is a sin, I’m already damned, because I know there’s no stopping this. Not when his hands are on me like this. Not when his eyes are blazing into mine. Not when every single part of me craves him in a way that almost terrifies me.
Tor moves over me, spreading my legs, one fist against the bed next to me, keeping him hovered above me, the other reaching up to cup my jaw. He leans down, and when our lips crush together, I know my fate is sealed.
I know I’m not leaving this tent not being his.
I moan into the kiss, aching for more, kissing him with every part of me as he kisses me like a beast claiming his prize. Our bodies writhe together, his thick cock laying across my pussy and my belly, rubbing me just enough to have me panting for more.
“Tor,” I whisper heatedly, trembling against him. “Tor, I—”
“The traditions of your land,” he growls. “I know them. I know this is forbidden by your holy men until we’ve wed. Rhona, I want you. It’s everything in m
y power right now not to just take you, like a beast might take his mate.”
I whimper, panting as he rolls his hips, grinding the underside of his thickness against my aching clit.
“But I won’t hurt you. I won’t harm you or take what you won’t give to me willingly.”
“And if I do?”
My voice is like a leaf on the breeze—delicate, floating, at the mercy of the wind.
“If I do want to give it to you, willingly?” I lean up, my hand on his cheek as I kiss him slowly. “All of me?”
Tor’s deep growl sends a shiver through all of me, his eyes blazing with fire.
“Rhona, do not tempt me more than I’ll be able to resist. Do not push me to that edge where I won’t be able to stop myself. Because once you do, I can’t promise that I won’t take you and everything you have to offer. I can’t promise I won’t claim your little cunt as my own, and give you all my cock, until you’re full of me. Keep teasing and tempting me, and I won’t stop until I’ve emptied my seed deep in your womb. I won’t cease until I’ve rutted you like a beast. And I’ll keep taking you, again and again, until you’re bred with my heir. Until your virgin cunt is full of my cum, your belly swollen with child.”
I cry out, shuddering against him as I yank him down and kiss him fiercely.
“And if I want to?” I whisper heatedly. “If I want to temp you? And tease you?”
“I’m not joking, Rhona,” Tor grunts, fire in his eyes. “I won’t be able to stop my—”
“So don’t,” I whisper, biting my lip. Because I know what I want. I know what I’m ready for. And I know the only man I want to give my everything to is the savage, rough, beautiful warrior hovering above me. The man who’s stolen me and taken my heart.
“I want you to take me,” I say softly, trembling, my eyes darting over his. “All of me, Tor.”
He’s no highlander. He’s no lord. He’s a savage, and that’s what I like about him. It’s what I crave. I can smell the scent of the woods around us—the scent of the fire outside, and of the dirt and pine needles under the bed. The flicker of the candlelight. The soft white glow of the moon above through the tent. This pure, fierce, amazing man poised above me.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and I’ve barely gotten the words out when I moan as his mouth crushes to mine, hard.
Chapter 9
Tor
My cock throbs, my balls swelling with my seed as I groan into her lips. Heat blazes across my skin, muscles clenching and my blood burning like fire in my veins.
She’s mine.
Her soft tongue darts over mine, plump lips crushing to mine as she whimpers into my kiss. I can feel her soft, lithe little body undulate against my hard, inked, scared one—such innocence pressed so tight to such savagery. Her legs spread wider as I settle myself between them, her smooth thighs clenched tight around my muscled hips, and when I let my thick cock slide over her slick, dripping wet little cunt, she moans wildly.
I roll my hips back and forth, letting her feel every throbbing inch of me gliding back and forth across her opening—teasing her little nub and spreading her velvety lips to either side of my cock. Gods she’s so fucking wet—dripping down my balls and coating her thighs and mine, until she’s so slippery and messy that I know I could just sink in to the hilt inside of her, virgin or not.
She moans into my mouth as I reach down between our bodies, my thumb rolling her clit as I wrap my hand around my cock and center my head. I ease against her, and her body tightens under me, her breath catching as my swollen cock head nestles in her eager little cunt.
Gods is she tight. And hot, and so fucking wet. There’ve been woman in my life before, obviously, though not for many a moon. And for me, it’s always been a warrior’s life, and a warrior’s life means forgoing the comforts and sweetness of a wife or family. The women in my past have been passing fancies. Bodies to warm my bed who’ve been long forgotten by now.
Rhona is different. Rhona is very fucking different—so much so that it makes my head spin even as I ready myself to take her flower. Because I know when it comes to her, I’d give the rest of it up—all of it. With her, I don’t see a warmed bed before I’m off on another raid or campaign seeking bloodshed and riches. With her, I see future. I see the picture of what I want my life to be that I’ve been quietly building for years, and she’s the missing piece.
She trembles under me, panting as she arches into me, wanting me and pushing her hips up as if to swallow me in.
“Eager little tease,” I groan into her lips, swallowing her panted whimpers as I push forward. She gasps as my thick head eases between her lips, spreading her wide and giving her just a taste of what’s to come.
“More,” she says softly, little mewling sounds tumbling from her lips as I push forward. My head sinks into her slick heat, her honey coating me so slickly as I growl and nip at her neck. I slide deeper, until suddenly, I can feel her barrier. I can feel the last little petal of her innocence. I pause, pulling away to let my gaze burn into her big, round eyes. Firelight flickers over her face, her auburn hair splayed out around her pretty face, and I know then that it’s not me claiming her.
…She’s already claimed me. I’m already hers, entirely.
“Open up for me, little bird,” I purr softly. “Open up and let me taste all of you.”
I push, and with a soft little thrusting pop, I push through.
Rhona cries out for a second, clinging to me, her nails digging into my skin. I pause—gods new and old only now how—letting her catch her breath. Letting her pussy open for me and letting her adjust to the size of me. She pants, moaning softly, and when I feel her hips rock and her cunt tighten around my thickness, I growl.
...She’s ready for more.
I grunt as I push, sheathing more of my big cock into her sweet little cunt. Her cries fill the tent, and while part of me seethes at the idea of anyone else hearing the sweet sound of her pleasure, the other part of me grins wolfishly and possessively.
Let them hear. Let any of them hear and know that she’s been claimed. That she’s been fucked, as she deserves to be. Let them know that she’s mine and mine alone. Gods help me, part of me wants to take our sheets when we’re done and fly them on my banner come tomorrow, virgin blood and all.
I grunt as I slide deeper, feeling her open so softly for me as her heavenly little cunt sucks me inside. Rhona throws her head back, her chest arching into me as she moans in pleasure. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, her fingers raking down my arms as she urges me on, wanting me even deeper. And I’m all too happy to oblige. I snarl as I thrust, driving the last third of my length into her with one thrust, and when she screams in pleasure, I cover her mouth with mine and swallow that cry, kissing her hard as I grind every inch of my cock deep in her slick, velvety pussy.
“Mine,” I groan into her lips, tasting her moans as she pants for more. She undulates against me, her eyes wild and fierce with a fire they’ve never known before.
“You’re a woman now, little bird,” I purr against her ear. She whimpers, clenching me as her cunt ripples up and down the length of me, driving me wild with lust.
“My woman.”
I slowly slide out, relishing the whimpers of protests from her lips before suddenly I drive right back in. I roar like a beast as I bury myself in her heaven, looking down to see the obscene way her tight, swollen pink lips stretch so lewdly around my thick, throbbing shaft. I’m glistening with her honey, and when I thrust into her, filthy wet sounds fill the tent.
And I’m only getting started.
My hands grip her hips possessively as I slide out and then back in, driving into her deep and hard as she moans for more. Her arms circle my neck, drawing me down to her lips and kissing me fiercely as her legs tighten around my waist. I thrust into her harder, making her whimper and making her small body tremble and shake with the force of me taking her. I thrust in again, hard, and she moans even deeper, her arms tugging me into her
fiercely, and her cunt flooding my cock with her honey.
I grin savagely.
…Sweet little Rhona Gowen likes it harder.
I give it to her again, fucking her little cunt with my cock deep and hard, and when she squeals and nods her head up and down, her eyes wild with lust and her nails raking down my arms, I know I’m right. And I know hard is exactly how I’m going to take my little queen. I plunge into her, sinking balls-deep with one powerful thrust as she kisses me wildly, telling me not to stop. I rut into her like a wild beast, my balls slapping against her tight little ass, her nipples dragging over my hard chest, and my hands holding her so tight. My fingers dig into her skin hard enough to leave bruises, and my lips kiss hers hard enough to do the same.
…And there’s no stopping this now.
The gods, a king, war, the end of days—none of it would stop me from taking her now.
“Tor!” She cries out, clinging to me and moaning louder and louder. “More!” She moans huskily into my ear, pulling me into her. I lose all sense of being a man—all sense of restraint as I fuck her—pounding her and sinking my thick cock deep in her tight little cunt over and over until sweat pours down both our bodies and our muscles ache for release.
We drive faster, and harder, bodies grinding together, her pussy milking the cum from my balls like a velvet vice. And when I feel her getting even tighter around me, I know we’re both going to explode.
“Give me that come, little bird,” I growl into her ear, biting at her neck enough to make her cry out.
“Let me feel your little cunt come for me. Let me feel it milk the seed from my swollen balls until I fill this little pussy with my cum. Let me mark you with my seed, filling your womb with me until it drips down your thighs for days.”
