by Jaid Black
Geirwolf seemed to want her more after that. His gaze was burningly aroused, his muscles clenched so hotly she could see perspiration breaking out on them. He shifted his weight onto his right elbow and, away from the view of onlookers, removed his left hand from her breast and used it to help insert the head of his swollen cock into her pussy.
Peggy moistened her lips, desire knotting in her belly. Her breasts heaved dramatically, inducing Geirwolf to release his cock once the head was securely inside of her and play with her nipple—again so nobody else could see.
But Peggy was beyond the point of caring who saw. She arched her hips as best as she could and threw them at him, blatantly inviting him to come all the way inside.
Geirwolf groaned a bit, sounding half-delirious. His jaw was tense, his jugular vein bulging. Without any further preliminaries he gritted his teeth and, on a louder groan, impaled his cock into her flesh, seating himself to the hilt.
Peggy gasped, an uncontrollable moan escaping from her throat. Thoughtfully, which she was beginning to learn was the norm where he was concerned, Geirwolf lowered his face so his sunny-blonde hair cascaded down the left side of her own face, shielding the reactions she made against the cheering crowd like a fan.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice clearly aroused. He groaned a bit more in response, apparently loving the sound of her voice mingled with words of gratitude he hadn’t expected to hear from her for a long time. But, again, his thoughtfulness in this regard deserved the words.
He took her hard then, thrusting in and out of her pussy like an animal, mounting her as though he meant to brand her insides. Peggy gasped, her head falling back against the bed, partially unshielding it to the others. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being stuffed full of Geirwolf’s cock, way beyond the point of caring what anyone saw or thought.
“Fitta di er så deilig,” Geirwolf said thickly, his teeth gritting. He pumped her hard, thrusting in and out of her suctioning pussy faster and faster. “Your cunt feels so good…”
She came instantaneously, the arousing words coupled with the arousing fuck her undoing. She could imagine what they looked like to the others, could imagine the way his steely buttocks looked as they clenched and contracted while his cock rooted inside of her. She managed to suppress the sound of her muffled moan by biting down on the sinewy strength of her husband’s shoulder instead and groaning into it.
Geirwolf growled, then fucked her harder. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cavern, competing with the sound of jests and cheers. He buried himself inside of her over and over, again and again, making her come until her pussy was sopping wet.
After she came again, Peggy could feel Geirwolf’s body tensing up above her own and she knew that he was getting ready to orgasm. She opened her eyes and glanced up at his harsh face, wanting to see that second of vulnerability that would engulf his features when he came.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy all day and night,” he gritted out, his voice hoarse. “Forever.”
Geirwolf fucked her impossibly harder, greedily impaling her flesh over and over again. He thrust into her ruthlessly, reveling in the pre-climatic nirvana that was somehow always better than the climax itself.
He held himself over the edge for as long as he could, mercilessly riding her cunt. His rough palm kneaded her bare breast, branding it, while his cock possessively branded her pussy.
She could hear the heady sound of their flesh meeting, the sound of her cunt trying to suck him back in on every upstroke. He pounded into her flesh once, twice, three times more. And then, unable to hold himself back any longer, he thrust into her cunt as deeply as he could go, closed his eyes tightly, and came on a loud groan.
Peggy studied his face, mesmerized by that few seconds of vulnerability that she knew would be there when he had an orgasm. As his body convulsed atop hers, as his teeth gritted and his muscles tensed, she watched his expression keenly, fascinated by the way his grim features lightened for that threadbare moment in time and he appeared no more menacing than a butterfly.
“You’re all mine now, Peggy,” Geirwolf said between pants as he collapsed on top of her. His breathing was labored, his voice hoarse and firm. “Forever mine.”
She bit her lip and looked away, nervously wondering how long it would take before her reticence had been completely chipped away.
Chapter Twelve
Swaddled in polar bear furs, Peggy sucked in the cool air of the above-ground courtyard, basking in the feel of fresh air and snowflakes hitting her squarely in the face. She knew Geirwolf wasn’t supposed to bring her here yet, at least not until she was an impregnated, fully-fledged member of their people. And yet he’d snuck her out into the courtyard anyway without Ivara knowing—yet another token of affection from him.
“This is what we call a zaba root,” Geirwolf murmured as he plucked a vine-like plant from the ground. He snapped it into halves and showed her the sap that leaked from it. “It’s used by our women to make sweets with. Taste it.” He smiled as he handed the root to her. “It’s much like sugar.”
Peggy slowly held out her hand, then tentatively reached for the plant. Her aqua gaze clashed with Geirwolf’s as their fingers brushed against the other’s. She bit her lip and glanced away, then nervously raised the root to her lips and sucked the sweet sap from it.
His eyes tracked the suckling movement her lips made. She blushed, wondering if he was imagining his cock in place of the plant.
It had been a little over a week since she’d been married and already the man was getting to her in a big way. His persistence at wooing her was practically extraordinary, for she had been far from agreeable from the get-go. Peggy didn’t want her husband to befriend her, nor did she want to love him, so she’d behaved as petulantly as possible toward him and his overtures of kindness ever since their wedding night.
Clearly, her grand plan wasn’t working.
Geirwolf had met each of her acts of defiance—which ranged from simply ignoring him to screaming when he tried to touch her—with patience and understanding. He had stayed all but glued to her side the entire past week regardless to how she behaved, allowing her to vent her frustration and anger without becoming angry in turn.
Clearly, his grand plan was working far better than hers.
Peggy wasn’t the type to easily form close emotional connections with other people, and especially not with men. She didn’t trust males much and never had with the singular exception of her—may the lord rest his soul—father.
It had been Peggy’s experience in relationships that when the going gets tough, men get going. She had expected that Geirwolf would be no different, so she had been more than a little surprised when she’d come to realize that no matter what she did and no matter how badly she behaved, he would never give her up. She didn’t know whether to be further frustrated or downright flattered by this realization. Her mind said the former, but her heart said the latter.
“Why are you doing this?” Peggy whispered. Her head came up as she lowered the root from her mouth. “Why?”
His eyes crinkled uncomprehendingly at the corners. “I’m not sure I follow—”
“—Why are you keeping me?” she interrupted. She sighed and glanced away. “No matter what I do you still want to keep me. So let’s lay our cards on the proverbial table, okay?” She took a deep breath and met his gaze. If she didn’t leave this man soon she’d never want to leave him, she thought in a panic. “What will it take to get you to let me go?”
He stared at her for a long moment, but said nothing. He blinked, then glanced away, his gaze staring absently at the moon overhead. “There is nothing you can do, nothing you can say, no defiant act you can make, that will get me to release you,” he said softly.
“But why?” she asked pleadingly. “Make me understand. Make me understand why you can’t let me leave and take a native woman as a wife—a woman who can better deal with being taken from everything and eve
ryone she’s ever known.”
Geirwolf sighed. “Peggy…”
“Yes?”
He looked at her again, his grim features uncharacteristically vulnerable. “Would you believe me if I said I was sorry for what’s happened?”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly.
She was surprised by how much it hurt to hear Geirwolf admit that he felt as though he’d made a mistake when he captured her. But then she could hardly blame him. She’d been far from kind or accepting of him since the very beginning. But then she could hardly blame herself. Because she hadn’t wanted to be captured in the first place. Her emotions, it seemed, were growing more and more confusing and uncertain.
“Well I am,” he murmured. “I’m very sorry.”
Her spine straightened. She suppressed the sorrow she felt at knowing he considered her to be a mistake, telling herself it was ridiculous to feel that way. “I see,” she said a bit stiffly.
“No.” Geirwolf’s gaze bore into hers. “You don’t.” He clasped her hands in his. “My English is not always so good. What I mean is, I’m sorry that I didn’t realize how difficult of a transition this would be for you.” He smiled. “My people have been capturing brides for a thousand years. And so I thought, in all my arrogance, that my way was the better way.”
He snorted at that, then released her hands. “For this I am sorry because had I really considered your feelings I probably would have forced the lust I felt for you at bay and made myself take a bride from the women here. But I didn’t and that truth cannot be changed. I can’t be sorry you are mine, Peggy Valkraad, so please don’t ask me to be, but I am sorry that you are unhappy that it is so.”
Peggy nodded, his words making her feel more content than they perhaps should have. “And now?”
One of Geirwolf’s eyebrows shot up. “Now that you are here how can I possibly regret the fact that you are mine? I could never send you away, Peggy. Never.”
She gave him a half-smile. “Despite all my screaming?”
His smile came slowly, the twinkle in his eyes restored. “Yes, despite the screaming,” he murmured.
They studied each other without speaking for a prolonged moment. Eventually Peggy glanced away, her sigh somewhat mournful. “Wolf…”
“Yes?”
“It does make me feel better to know that you’re sorry I’m unhappy, but I just don’t know that I can ever really be happy here. Because a part of me will always long to be free.” She sighed again. “And resent you for not giving me that freedom back.”
Geirwolf closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them again and waited for her to make eye contact before responding. “I will not lie and say I would free you if I could because if faced with that choice I’m not certain I could be so selfless, but Peggy, you must understand that this choice is no longer mine. It never really was mine. Though I admit I planned to steal you all along.”
She squinted her eyes at that. “I don’t understand…”
“From the moment you clapped eyes on the men from the Hallfreor clan your choices had been taken from you.” Geirwolf’s eyes narrowed in a serious fashion. “The clans of New Norway have thrived for as long as they have for the simple reason that nobody knows of our existence. Whether I had desired you for my own bride or not, the warriors who accompanied me that day I stole you from the Hallfreors would never have let you go back from whence you’d come for fear you’d tell outsiders about our people.”
Peggy chewed that over for a long moment, her thoughts and emotions in turmoil.
“I’m sorry you are unhappy, Peggy,” Geirwolf murmured, “but there is no way my people will ever let you leave.”
She took a deep breath and expelled it. For some reason or another, knowing that Geirwolf didn’t have the power to let her go, that he’d never held that power, made it easier to let the anger toward him as a person go. She wasn’t quite ready to let her anger with the people of New Norway in general go, but it wasn’t the people of New Norway in general that she was married to. “So what you’re saying is that we’re stuck with each other and need to make the most of it?”
Geirwolf frowned. “You gave my words the grimmest possible connotation, but yes, I suppose this is what I am saying.”
She chuckled softly at that, the twinkle back in her own eyes. “I didn’t mean that quite like it came out but thank you for understanding.”
Geirwolf took her hands in his again, his expression serious. “Please, Peggy,” he murmured. “Let us begin again. Give me and our marriage a chance and I promise you I will never let you down.”
Peggy bit her lip, her gaze locked with his.
“You won’t regret it,” he said softly, his lips coming down to kiss her forehead. “I vow it.”
She closed her eyes for a threadbare moment, trying to sort out her emotions. When she opened them again she saw that Geirwolf was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her decision.
Her thoughts were in such chaos that Peggy ended up answering him without words. She couldn’t seem to voice her feelings aloud so she told him what he needed to hear with her body.
Without giving it any more thought, Peggy gave into her instincts and let go. Turning around, she hoisted the furs up to her waist and, trembling from the cold, clutched onto a nearby wall while exposing her naked pussy to him. Arousal shot through her at the sound of her husband sucking in his breath.
“Peggy,” Geirwolf said thickly. He came up behind her and roughly palmed her ass, kneading the two globes until they were warm and toasty. She could feel his eyes devouring her cunt, devouring her ass. “I’m glad you are mine.”
She closed her eyes as he lowered his braies to his knees, her nipples hardening. The feel of the frigid air hitting her pussy coupled with the possessive way she could feel his gaze boring into her exposed cunt made her soaking wet and ready to take him in.
But Geirwolf didn’t mount her. He stared at her pussy for a long time while his callused fingers kneaded her buttocks, as if memorizing the way her cunt looked. And then he sighed, a sound she wasn’t certain what to make of.
Geirwolf let her buttocks go, then pulled the polar bear furs back down to cover her. “I’m a sentimental fool perhaps, but I can’t take you like this. Not now.” He patted her gently on the buttocks. “Not until I’m certain you truly want me.”
Peggy closed her eyes briefly, stunned at the physical and emotional disappointment she felt at his words. Nevertheless, she made no protest when he took her by the hand and quietly walked her back to the breeding stalls. She supposed she should have felt embarrassed by the quasi-rejection, but oddly enough, she respected him more for it.
Life was getting very confusing, she thought on a shiver. Very confusing indeed.
Chapter Thirteen
Two evenings later, Peggy came in from a day of watching other women be trained and opened the door to her private chamber. She found Geirwolf asleep on the bed, his big body sprawled out across it as he lounged on his back. Apparently he had come to her early tonight and had fallen asleep while waiting on her return.
She bit her lip. He looked so damn sexy just now, maybe even sexier than he looked when awake.
Her eyes flicked down to his groin. He was erect. Even in his sleep he still wanted her.
Peggy closed her eyes briefly, her emotions at war within her mind and heart. The tough-as-nails side of her, that side of her that had gotten her through her father’s death and then again through college and graduate school, wanted to keep Geirwolf at bay forever just to prove that…well, she wasn’t precisely certain what she was trying to prove. That she was strong perhaps? She sighed. Geirwolf had already told her at least ten times how much he admired her strength of spirit. So who was she trying to prove herself too? Herself perhaps, she admitted.
But the other side of Peggy, the nurturing side that wanted to love and to be loved, yearned to reach out to this man, to her captor…to her husband.
He was always so strong
, she thought with admiration, her gaze flicking over the chiseled lines of his face. So strong and so kind…
Naked, her feet freshly painted and her pubic hair freshly trimmed, Peggy lowered her body to the bed and pulled Geirwolf’s braies down to his knees. His erection instantly sprang free, the thick piece of flesh pulsing as she palmed it.
“Peggy?” Geirwolf said softly, his tone confused. He blinked, trying to wake up. “What are you—” He sucked in his breath when she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, whatever he’d been about to say long forgotten. “Peggy,” he murmured, the fingers of one callused hand sifting through her hair. “That feels wonderful, my love.”
His love.
Peggy closed her eyes and gave herself up to her feelings, to her desires. She took his cock all the way in, deep-throating it until it touched her tonsils.
“Ja,” he breathed out, his muscles clenching as he twined tendrils of her coppery hair around his hand. “Yes.”
She sucked him feverishly, her mouth and lips working up and down the length of his steel-hard cock in fast, suctioning strokes. The sound of saliva meeting flesh competed with the sound of her husband’s breath catching.
“Ja,” he gritted out, his voice sounding half-delirious as he possessively tightened his hold on her hair. “Sug kuken min,” he said hoarsely, too far gone to speak in English. Suck my cock.
Peggy sucked him like a hungry animal, her face working furiously up and down the head and shaft. She brought her fingers into play as she sucked him off, massaging the sacs that lay tightly against his groin.
His moans grew louder as she took him in faster—deeper—harder—faster—deeper—harder…
“Peggy,” he groaned, his muscles tensing and his eyes closing. “My Peggy…”
Geirwolf came on a loud groan, his jaw clenching and his teeth gritting. He spurted hot cum into her mouth as his entire body shuddered and convulsed, moaning as she drank it all up.