Page 41 of The Caged Viking

“And that surprises you?”

“It does. You are bothersome and talkative and half-demented and…”

“…and?”

“…and I want you so badly I cannot think straight.”

“Well, you are so attractive you make my bones melt.”

He grinned, inordinately pleased at her compliment. So, he reciprocated by explaining his attraction to her, “You are prettier than I originally thought, and sexier than any woman I have ever been with, despite your skinny frame and less than buxom breasts.”

She laughed. “Those are the lamest compliments I have ever heard.”

“I was being honest.”

She rolled her eyes. “That reminds me of my grandmother, my mother’s mother from Hordaland. She hurled out the most outrageous insults, usually to her daughter-in-law, Girda, and felt it was okay as long as she added, ‘I’m only being honest.’”

“Your arse is as big as a boat, Girda. What? I’m only being honest.”

“Your cauldron is so dirty I could cut the grease with a knife. What? I’m only being honest.”

“Your gunna is cut so low I can see your nether hair when you bend over. What? I am only being honest.”

“Why do you have spots on your face at your age? Mayhap you do not wash enough. What? I am only being honest.’”

“I can’t believe we are having this conversation in the midst of bedsport,” Hauk interrupted. “If my cock could talk, it would be asking, ‘Have you lost your senses, man? I’m here, planted where I want to be, hard as a sword in a tight woman sheath, bigger than any man, any Viking, for the love of Thor, has a right to be, and you engage in chatter about face spots and kitchen grease.’”

“Your cock is very articulate,” Kirstin commented.

He wasn’t sure what that word meant, probably something akin to “impressive.” So, he just nodded his acknowledgement of her praise. “Are you ready now? Because once I start this time, I will not be able to stop.”

She glanced downward at him, arched her brows, and commented, “A Blue Steeler. Wow!” Followed by, “Lucky me!”

Once again, he had no idea what her words meant, and he did not care. He slammed into her, causing her head to snap back onto the furs and her back to arch. Then he rock-rock-rocked in and out rapidly and could not stop or slow down the motions even if he wanted to, so inflamed were his senses.

His eyes caught hers and held. She appeared stunned, a glint of wonder in her expression, and her fingers dug even deeper into the muscles of his shoulders. Panting softly, she revealed, “You make me tremble.”

And he made a revelation as well. “I have never felt like this before.”

Amazingly, even as he spoke, he continued to thrust and withdraw in an increasingly more rapid fashion. And she convulsed around him, in one peaking after another.

Remarkable!

Is it a dream?

Or a fantasy?

Or a gift from the gods…or her One-God?

The sweet agony rose to a fever pitch till he teetered on the edge. Then, his head reared back as he catapulted, roaring out his triumph…or was it her triumph? He spilled himself inside her hot depths as she melted around him, which was another remarkable revelation to him…that a woman could spill her essence, just like a man.

Once he was no longer breathing like a warhorse in the midst of battle, and they were both clearly sated, he eased his limp staff out of her. Then he rolled to his back and turned her so that she was on her side, her face resting on his chest, and he lifted her one leg over his. He kissed the top of her fur-mussed hair and whispered, “Wife.” That was all he could get out through the thick lump in his throat. But it was enough.

Because she whispered back, “Husband.”

Chapter 10

Siren or moron? Is there a difference?…