Page 29 of Viking Unchained

A thought came to him, unbidden. He had meant to sate his brutish urges on her body, bend her to his will, but her kisses bestirred him mightily, and it was possible she was the one bending him to her will. A lady availing herself of a man’s charms? Now, there is a twist I could like.

He began his long, slow strokes then, relishing the way she picked up his rhythm . . . like old lovers, which they were not, no matter what she claimed. It was the first time he’d engaged in sex with his cock sheathed in a membrane, and he decided he preferred to be bare. Still, she felt so good. Like a hot silk glove, tight and slick. Do not let go yet. Think of something other than my raging enthusiasm. Think of lutefisk. Sex had never been this intensely pleasurable for him, even covered as he was.

She peaked with a gasp of appreciation when he touched that place betwixt their bodies, the nub usually hidden by woman folds but openly exposed now by her widespread thighs. That was good, but mayhap if I put my lips on her breast and suckle her nipple . . . This time, she peaked with an unending wail.

The third time . . . and he had been thrusting into her tight grasp the entire time . . . he peaked with her, and it was uncertain if he or she was the one who groaned loud and long, “Aaaaaaahhhhhhh. ”

At the end, she said, “I love you so much.”

And his heart clenched in an odd fashion, despite his resistance to her charms. He did not want the wanton’s love.

Everything was a haze of sexual ecstasy after that. One episode moving into another, almost without interruption. She was insatiable. He was insatiable.

They sank to the floor, and she rode him as if he were a destrier and she the battle knight. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend that this was Luta, but his brain was increasingly telling him it was not so. Which brought him both joy and sorrow. If it was her, that meant his son was alive. If not, Miklof was dead.

How they got to her sleeping bower was unclear to him later. What was absolutely clear was the way in which she kissed and licked his entire body. His entire body. With throaty endearments of adoration. For the love of Frigg! Luta—or Lydia or whoever in bloody hell—was accomplished in the bed arts. In the dark, he could pretend she was anyone. Likewise for her, he supposed, as she paid homage to his body as no one ever had.

And he surprised himself when he reciprocated, bringing her to more peaks, using his tongue and teeth as instruments of sexual torture in places his tongue and teeth had ne’er been before. His thrusts were so hard they moved across the bed and almost fell off.

She tongued the inner whorls of his ears, and he nigh exploded with enthusiasm.

He flipped her over and took her from behind, her face on the bed, her buttocks raised high, one of his favorite positions, one Luta would have never allowed.

She actually screamed when her last series of inner spasms hit, causing him to roar out his own lengthy peaking.

Afterward, he fell into a deep sleep, facedown, arms and legs splayed on her soft mattress. He did not recall having felt this kind of complete physical satiety in all his thirty years.

“I love you, darling,” he heard as he drifted off to sleep.

Oddly, the words soothed his tortured soul.

Chapter 6

Listen to the lion . . . uh,

Viking . . . roar . . .

He is not Dave.

Or he might not be Dave.

To her horror, Lydia came to these conclusions as dawn light began to spread over her bedroom, and the giant male specimen slept, sprawled out on his back, taking up all the space on the bed. Just like Dave. But not Dave.

Like a pendulum, she switched back and forth to opposing viewpoints. His eyes were identical to Dave’s. And she’d felt a shock of recognition the second she’d seen him. And he kissed like Dave.

If not Dave, is he Dave reincarnated?

Or a man sent to me by Dave?

Or just wishful thinking?

Like dominoes, thoughts turned over in her head.

He used a condom. Still, good thing I’m still on the pill. Those damn menstrual cramps.

I just made love with a total stranger.

I did that . . . THING to him.