He snorted. Vikings weren’t thieves; they conquered openly and claimed what was rightfully theirs after victory. “Maybe.”
But if plundering her body made him a pirate, he’d gladly admit it.
They laughed together.
What would she compare him to next? “Do you ever stop talking?”
Her pouty lips curled into the most attractive smile he’d ever seen. “Never.”
He’d remedy that immediately. Swooping down, he belted her with a hungry embrace and caught her lower lip between his teeth. She moaned as his tongue slowly met hers. The moist heat inside her mouth made him crave the depths of her hot wet core. Melting into him, her hands searched for the opening of his shirt. When her soft fingers plied his chest, he heated as if the summer sun were blazing on his skin. The feelings she elicited—the power of her innocent touches made him rock hard. Slantinghis head so he could gain full penetration inside her mouth, he lifted her off the ground. Her legs naturally hugged his waist.
Carrying her to the farthest corner, he swept aside a curtain, then stepped into a small alcove. It consisted of little more than a narrow bed and side table with an oil lamp. Tyr laid her across the mattress. Blinking rapidly, she gazed up at him. Those blue eyes and scarce whimpers she made nearly undid him. He hastened to light the lamp, then turned to meet her stare again. Soft light illuminated her form. Her cloak must have fallen off in the main room. The pale-colored gown she wore clung to her soft curves. Her nipples were hard, ready to meet his lips. He’d been born for this moment—for her.
Already drenched in sweat, he undressed hurriedly. His cock throbbed and his legs shook with youthful anticipation. Every muscle stiffened. This woman had a debilitating effect. His gaze scoured her like a half-starved animal. He sucked in a breath. Without another thought, his hands invaded her bodice as his lips met hers again. The front of her dress ripped a little while he searched greedily for her nipples. Meeting the hard nubs of flesh, he nearly frayed them between his fingers.
“I’m sorry,” he growled, pulling back a few inches. “I cannot contain my feelings.” Bracing a knee on either side of her hips, he pressed forward—cradling a creamy breast in each hand. He suckled and stroked until she writhed helplessly.
“Stop,” she begged.
Breaking away only briefly, he assessed her face. His heart was quickened by her touch. Realizing she was simply overwhelmed with sensations and too afraid to surrender to her cravings, he shook his head. Not a chance on Odin’s life he’d stop now. He raked his fingers through her silky hair and shut his eyes. Liquid heat surged from the tip of his member. He needed to be inside her. He opened his eyes and squeezed her breasts together until they formed a perfect channel. Envisioning howit would feel sliding in and out of her sheath, he feasted on her delicious throat and shoulders.
Gripping his arms, her hips bucked violently against his body.
He bit his bottom lip and rose up. He’d test her resistance before he went any further. “Surrender your body little one…”
In answer, she dragged him down, tracing his tattoos with her fingertips. Her hands swept the lower reaches of his stomach, skimming his nether hair. Wishing her immodest enough to grasp his manhood with both hands, he groaned at the image in his head, swallowing the pain. Their sexual attraction was undeniable. His feelings were indisputable. Tyr Sigurdsson felt more than primitive lust. He let out a long, audible breath. Guarding her from his true feelings was becoming more difficult. He loved her irrevocably. Desperately. Possessively. His chest heaved with passion. Curse the man that tried to get in his way. He looked at her, searching for confirmation on her face. Something powerful darkened her eyes, too.
Confident she felt the same, he risked everything. “I wish to marry you.”
She froze.
His muscles clenched in response. Only idiots proposed to maidens in the middle of bedplay. Quick to correct his lapse in judgment, he captured her mouth. He wouldn’t give her an opportunity to think or speak. She returned the kiss with agitated enthusiasm.
After several breathless moments, he broke away. “Who taught you to kiss, little one?”
“You did,” she panted.
He chuckled as he palmed her breasts and nipped his way across her body, tickling and suckling until she squealed in delight. Believing he’d finally chipped away the layers of her hesitation, his mind whirled. She would be his now—willinglythis time—happily. Reaching down, he hoisted her skirt above her waist. Finding her core, he slipped a finger inside. She went rigid, her eyes wide. Sensing her fear, he whispered gently, consolingly. “Let the pleasure overtake your fear. This is the greatest gift from the gods…”
Her iridescent skin reminded him of a strand of pearls. And those damned blue eyes were as mysterious as the depths of the Mediterranean. He lowered himself again and their lips collided in another explosive kiss. A second finger slid inside her, he breathed heavily at the feel of her heat.
She was ready to receive him.
Focusing on her slim throat, Tyr licked and stroked his way lower, until her hips bucked frantically. He’d give her absolute pleasure and show her what she was missing if she continued to deny her feelings. An incredible moan escaped her lips as he felt the steady pulse of her release against his fingers.
He couldn’t wait to be joined. Rearing back, he withdrew his fingers and rubbed the length of his shaft across her wetness, over and over until he was slick with passion—ready to show her the things she would scarcely allow herself to feel. With her smooth skin tantalizingly close, and that velvety mound of pleasure even closer, he reminded himself not to rush. Savor the minutes—hours if he could last that long.
“Jarl …”
He jolted at the sound of Onetooth’s gruff voice.
Goddamn his forgetful mind. He’d failed to lock the doors. Cursing again, he closed his eyes, then quickly snapped them open again. Rachelle remained motionless and silent. Reluctant to leave her alone, he rolled off the bed. There was no choice. If the old man discovered them together… He raked his hand through his hair. Throwing Rachelle a tight-lipped smile, he held a finger to his lips to hush her. “Stay here.”
She nodded.
The scent of their sex was all over his body. It distracted him. Fully naked, he stomped to the front doors.Get rid of Onetooth and get back to the girl before she changes her blasted, virginal mind.
Onetooth grinned ear to ear as he approached.
