“I know what I’ve always known to be true. You are loyal to a man who does not deserve it. You cannot be tamed, Emeline. You were born to run free. I know you love me. You do not have to utter the words because I know.
“You may fight it, but ástin mín, a piece of your heart will always belong to me, which is why you cannot love Skarth with all of it. We are connected. It is in the stars. You belong to him. You belong to me. But most of all, you belong to yourself.
“Never forget that…regardless of what Skarth has done.”
All I care about is my release, which explodes from me in a thunderous scream.
Ulf holds me tight, his fingers never missing a beat as our eyes are locked, experiencing a connection that feels as if it’s been fated in time.
The moment the last tremor rocks my body, I drop to my knees and take Ulf off guard as I take his cock into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag, but it isn’t a deterrent. I use my hand to stroke him and suck, relishing his taste, a taste which I have missed.
He grips my hair and guides me on how he likes it. He gently pushes me forward so I can take more of him into my mouth. Tears leak from my eyes because he is so deep, and when I almost choke, he roughly pulls me off so I can gulp in air.
The moment I can breathe, he coaxes his cock back into my mouth, and I work him how I know he likes. I take him deep and hollow my cheeks, which has him thrusting his hips forward. He attempts to pull out, but I stubbornly continue bobbing my head and working his shaft.
His cock is thick, but I relax my throat and take him as deep as I can go. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth, only for Ulf to wipe it away with his thumb and rub it over my lips, which are still straining around his girth.
He curls my hair around his fist and uses it as reins as he fucks my mouth brutally. He speaks nothing but Norse, and I find my womanhood growing wet once more for the sight and sounds are too much. I want him so much, but for now, this is enough.
Ulf’s strokes are unrestrained, and as I feel his cock spasm, his hot seed spurts down my throat. He forces me so far down onto his cock that I gag…and I love every second of his wicked deeds. The moment he stops pulsating, he yanks me up by the arms and slams his mouth to mine, our tastes becoming one.
I have crossed a line, and I am uncertain what tomorrow holds, but I can worry about that come morrow because now, all that matters is this foreign feeling I’ve not experienced in a very long time.
Happiness…
Happiness that only my Viking knows how to provide.
Eight
Skarth the Godless
I have not stopped riding through the days and nights.
I cannot.
But now, I am forced to, as my horse is tired and needs to be fed and watered. I am tempted to find another, but my horse, Frey, has served me well.
I am three days away from arriving in Northumbria. It’s three days too long.
Now that I know I am going “home,” being away for as long as I have feels like hundreds of years. I am apprehensive about returning. Emeline refuses to take a king, but that does not mean she doesn’t take a lover.
The thought has me clutching the handle of my sword, ready to incite a war.
This mindset is wrong because I cannot expect her to remain celibate. She has needs and is a passionate woman. But now that I am back, she won’t need anyone but me. However, what if she does not want me?
What if she does not love me?
“Sorðinn,” I curse under my breath. “You sound like a Fífl.”
I need to stop this starry-eyed nonsense. Other pressing matters need to be dealt with, not who Emeline may share her bed with.
The thought has me striking out and punching a tree.
Shaking out my hand, I try to center on something other than Emeline in the throes of passion with another man. Or men?
“For the love of Odin,” I scold myself for being such a wimp. “Emeline needs a man, not a whining little infant.”
But this is what she does to me. She reduces me to this because I would surrender all I am to her. She owns me—mind, body, and heart.
