Taken in Time

by Tin Kuhn

  Some of them were having sex with women in plain sight. There was even one group of men having their way with one woman all at the same time. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. My chest was rising and I was starting to panic. Malcolm was right beside me now.

  “I won’t let any of them harm ye.” He whispered into my ear.

  He was trying to comfort me, but it wasn’t working. I knew Malcolm wouldn’t be able to take on all of these Vikings by himself. There was just no way.

  The men pushed us into the entrance of one of the tents. It was bigger than the rest. It must be the tent of their leader. There was a beast of a man sitting in a tall wooden chair waiting for us. His long blonde hair looked shriveled up and dirty like he never took a shower. He had a long scar down the right side of his face and another going down his right eyebrow. The devilish smirk on his face grew bigger as he saw me, but it quickly faded as he noticed Malcolm standing beside me.

  He stood up from his chair and his height and body matched Malcolm’s. The man was shirtless and he was completely ripped. His silent presence frightened me. It looked like he was trying to intimidate Malcolm, but Malcolm didn’t back down. He gave him the same threatening glare.

  Their leader finally spoke, but I couldn’t understand any of it. Malcolm responded angrily and the leader and his men looked surprised at something he mentioned. He removed his tunic and let it drop to the ground. My mouth hung open and I gawked at him. Seeing all his bulging muscles and abs was an amazing sight. I drank him in with my eyes, but then I saw the similar tattoos on his back, chest, and arms like these Vikings have. Oh crap!

  It just clicked in my brain. This is the reason why Lady Paisley didn’t want to be with him. He used to be a Viking, or still is, I’m not sure. Why didn’t he mention it to me? I guess it was none of my business, but this seemed like a pretty big thing not to tell me. My head was spinning. I couldn’t pay attention to their conversation. I felt duped.

  Malcolm told the leader one last statement and it looked like the leader was going to rip something apart. He was gritting his teeth and snarling at Malcolm. The leader motioned for his men to leave and sat back down in his chair. I felt a little relief that his men left. Maybe Malcolm was right after all. He wouldn’t let any harm come to me like he said.

  Malcolm turned in my direction and gave me a pained look. I could see it in his eyes that he looked sorry, but for what I had no idea. He edged closer to me and started lifting my dress. I backed up into the wooden pole of the tent. My chest started rising and my heart started pounded. “What are you doing?”

  He didn’t say a word. His hands glided up my thighs and my breath caught in my throat. I tried to push his hands away, but his hands didn’t budge. He was too strong. He grabbed my butt and lifted me up. I was stuck between him and the pole. My mouth became dry and I swallowed hard. I could feel his hard cock between my thighs.

  Is he seriously going to take me in front of another man? This can’t be how my first time is going to happen. I can’t have an audience. It’s not supposed to be like this. This is not the way I wanted to lose my virginity. Maybe this was the deal he made with the leader. I gulped.

  Malcolm leaned into me and started kissing my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears threatening to come out. This was so wrong, but his touch and kisses felt so right. He started grinding into me and whispered, “Pretend.”

  He nibbled my ear and I gasped opening my eyes. His lips sent electric sensations through me. He wasn’t forcing himself into me. His cock was just gliding between my thighs, but not going into my opening. Thank goodness for this dress and Malcolm’s quick thinking, but this still felt intense. I’ve never done anything like this before. I could feel my core heat and moisten. I bit down hard on my lip. His cock was gliding against my wetness and it felt so pleasurable. Malcolm claimed my mouth and a moan escaped me. Oh god. I really wanted him in this moment, but I didn’t want him to know. Too late.

  I couldn’t help myself and I started kissing his jawline. I don’t know what got into me, but I dragged my tongue from his neck to his ear. I heard him grunt. I was so wet for him and I felt like I was going to combust. Surprise registered on my face as we both came. I gripped him tightly. I couldn’t believe I came. We were both panting and he slowly lowered me down not taking his eyes off of me. I felt every inch of his cock against me as he lowered me and I wanted him inside me. I leaned back against the pole for support. My legs felt like jelly.

  He turns toward the leader while I smooth down my dress. He snaps at him angrily. I wish I could understand what he was saying. All the leader does is nod and glare at Malcolm. Malcolm picks up his tunic from the ground and quickly puts it back on. He grabs me by the waist and we walk out of the tent. The Vikings standing outside their leaders’s tent just glare at us like they wish they could hurt us. We walk around to the back of the tent and start walking through the woods. I look back at the Viking campsite to see if anyone is following us, but no one is.

  Malcolm whistles and a minute later his horse appears. How does he do that? That’s unreal. I was so happy to see his horse. I wondered what happened to him while we were taken away. He trotted right up to me and I lay my hand on his forehead, such a beautiful black steed.

  “We should talk about what happened in there.” Malcolm said softly.

  “No, I don’t want to talk about what happened in there. I don’t want to be here anymore. I need to get back home where I was safe, where no man ever attacked me and assaulted me.” I said and got on his horse. For some reason, my hands were trembling. I grabbed the whiskey pouch from the side of the horse and took a big drink. I needed to calm my nerves. I just wasn’t ready to talk about what happened. It felt good yet I felt awkward and embarrassed all at the same time. I just had mixed emotions. Things happened so fast. I didn’t want to talk about my first time coming and it happened in front of someone else. I just needed time to process it all.

  I could feel his eyes on me and it made me feel naked. He got up behind me and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist pulling me into him. There was no space between us and I wanted space. I could feel his heart beat and the heat of his body. I tensed and took another drink of whiskey. It was definitely not the smartest idea to get myself drunk, but I needed to relax. Malcolm took the whiskey pouch from me and put it away. I could feel his breath against my neck.

  “I just want to get as far away from them as possible.” I said. “There’s too many of them. I don’t want to be here anymore, Malcolm.”

  “They won’t touch us anymore. It’s part of the deal I made with their Chieftain.” He said while his horse started galloping. “It’s why I had to…”

  “Got it.” I said interrupting him.

  “Ara, please. Let me expl…” He tried to say.

  “It’s why Lady Paisley never liked you. She knew you were a Viking.” I said. I knew it was a low blow, but I just wanted him to stop talking. He leaned his forehead against the back of my head and didn’t say another word.

  CHAPTER 11

  ARAMINA

  W e rode for a couple of hours and stopped by another lake. It was longer and larger than the last one we stopped at or maybe they were all connected. My brain was just too tired to figure it out. The lake was stunning and I could see the reflection of the lustrous moon in the water. I just hoped there were no more Vikings around.

  Malcolm got down from the horse and held out his hand to me. He looked dejected and it hurt me to see him that way. I took his hand and his touch sent another jolt through me. He didn’t let go of my hand and he led me to a small cave. I was reluctant to go in. It was pitch black. Malcolm gathered a few materials nearby to make a fire.

  There was barely any light besides the moonlight. It glowed dimly, but it was just enough. I looked up at the night sky and felt a little at ease. The sky looked like someone scattered diamond dust across it. The twinkling stars shined like little fireflies. It was a delightful sight to see. I felt as if I could breathe easi
er.

  Malcolm took a piece of lighted firewood and checked out the cave. It didn’t look creepy at all, but I didn’t want to stay in there if there were other species sleeping in there. Malcolm walked back out and held out his hand for me. “Come.”

  I didn’t notice he already laid out his blanket on the ground. I sat down on top of it and opened the whiskey pouch. I took another drink from it even though I was feeling a little drunk. Oh how I wish we had water right about now. Malcolm handed me a small piece of bread and I ate it in silence. The bread took some of the buzz away. We didn’t say anything to each other. I’m sure he didn’t know what to say to me and I didn’t know what to say to him either. We just stared into the fire.

  Tons of emotions started swelling up inside of me. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t understand why I was feeling this way. I just know I didn’t want to be around Malcolm at this moment. “I want to be alone, Malcolm.”

  “No.” He said wrapping his arms around me.

  “I need some space.” I said trying to push his arms away. He gripped both my wrists.

  “Ara…” He began.

  “Please.” I begged.

  He looked into my eyes and let me go. He looked hurt but nodded and left me alone in the cave. I leaned back against the cave wall and balled myself up. I made sure to face away from him. I knew he wouldn’t go too far. I didn’t want him to see me like this right now. There were so many emotions going on inside of me. I felt anger, sadness, frustration, and fear. My chest felt so tight. Everything just came crashing down. Images of the first attack before I met Malcolm, the second attack when Malcolm got hurt, the third attack in the hallway, and when we were taken to the Chieftain’s tent. The hideous faces of all the men, how they touched me, attacked me. The lives of the women at the Viking campsite. I couldn’t control my emotions anymore and tears streamed down my face. I felt so weak crying uncontrollably. I held it together this whole time and I finally broke down. I released everything I kept inside through my tears. My head began to hurt. I just kept crying until my eyes dried up. I felt so alone. My eyelids were so heavy, I drifted off to sleep.

  I woke up sometime later and noticed it was still dark out. I felt better and lighter like I needed that crying session. I was laid out on the blanket and I felt Malcolm right behind me. I glanced back at him. His arm was around my waist. For some reason, I felt secure in his muscular strong arms. His body comforted me. He felt warm and I needed his warmth right now. I didn’t realize how much I just needed him.

  “I’m sorry, Ara.” He whispered. He was awake.

  “I’m sorry, too.” I whispered so quietly I’m not sure he even heard me. I wondered if he even slept.

  “It was either that or have Calder ravish ye. I couldn’t have that. No one touches what’s mine.” He said and I felt my heart do a mini leap for joy.

  He said I was his and it put a little smile on my face. I didn’t want to acknowledge it or correct him that I couldn’t be his. I simply changed the subject. “You used to be a Viking.”

  “Aye. That’s what saved ye tonight. He wanted ye for himself.” He replied. “I was a Chieftain of another Viking tribe. We were nothing like his. We did steal, but we never took women and children. I never sold slaves either. He wanted ye, but I said ye were mine. He didn’t believe me. He can’t touch another Chieftain’s woman unless he kills me. I ken he can’t kill me, because he’s tried before. His tribe attacked mine once, but his father showed up in time for me to spare his life. I should have killed him back then and risked another battle with his father’s tribe. Since he claimed we were in their territory, he wanted payment to cross. He wouldn’t accept money either. He told me take ye in front of him or leave ye. I could never leave ye and not to someone like him. If he claimed ye, he would do it in front of all his men. I made him kick out the rest of his men to give us some type of privacy. I wanted to kill him instead, but…”

  “His men might kill you and take me.” I said.

  “Aye.” He said.

  Wow. Malcolm risked me hating him to save me from them. He said I was his again. I smiled, if only that could be true. A little part of me did want it to be true. There’s no doubt about it, but I couldn’t. Maybe that’s why I wanted him so much, but I knew it was more. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t like him. I cared for him. I wish I could be his. “I’m sorry for what I said about Lady Paisley.”

  “What ye said was true.” He admitted. “I didn’t want to believe it. I tried to convince her I was different.”

  “You are, Malcolm.” I had to admit I was shocked to find out that he was a Viking, but he was nothing like those other savages. “So you’re not really a Scot, are you?”

  “I was born a Scot. My parents were both Scots. They were murdered when I was a wee one, maybe three years of age. A Viking couple took me in and raised me. I barely remember my parents, except for the fact that they named me Malcolm. I can’t even remember their last name. It bothers me, but I remember my father wore a red kilt.”

  “I’m so sorry about your parents, Malcolm.” I said feeling sad for Malcolm. I know the pain of losing one’s parents. I couldn’t imagine what that could have been like to lose them at such a young age.

  “The couple that took me in gave me their name. They called me Gunthar Fell. They originally took me in as their servant, but I grew on them. I proved to be good at wielding a sword. Torin, the man that took me in, made me his heir after his only son died in battle. Torin was the Chieftain of the tribe. When he passed, I took over as Chieftain. I changed my name back to Malcolm when I moved into the castle. Alec helped me transition back to being a Laird.” He admitted.

  “Tell me what Gunthar Fell means.” I requested.

  “Warrior from the rough hills.” He said.

  “It suits you.” I smiled. He is a rugged warrior. His Viking name is perfect for him. I would have never known about it if we weren’t captured by those Vikings and if he never removed his tunic.

  “So are ye going to call me Gunthar now?” He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

  “No, Malcolm suits you, too.” I said while he laughed. It’s nice to hear his laugh again. It’s like music to my ears. After the day we’ve had, I just want some light in the dark and right now Malcolm was my light. My little glimmer of hope while I was stuck in Scotland. If it hadn’t been for him, I’m sure I would have been enveloped by darkness and living a miserable life with Vikings or have died already.

  “Ye are something else, Ara.” He paused. “I ken ye don’t want to talk about what happened in the tent, but I’m glad it happened with me.” He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips.

  My heart just melted. “Get some rest, Malcolm.” I said closing my eyes. I moved back against him a little more. I just wanted to be completely engulfed by his massive body. The heat that radiated off his body was like a nice warm soothing blanket.

  My eyes closed, but my mind wouldn’t rest. I kept thinking about our moment in the tent. The way his lips felt on my neck and his hands gripping my ass. My core ached. I could feel him harden behind me. Was he thinking about what we did back in the camp, too? I focused on my breathing, but it wasn’t working. I was getting all hot and bothered. I’m feeling really sensual.

  Malcolm’s thumb gently brushes against my hand. The back and forth motion makes my heart race a little. It reminded me of his cock gliding against my pussy back at the camp. Malcolm’s hand slowly glided down my body. I could feel him lifting up my dress, but I don’t say anything. My breathing hitches. His fingers slowly glide up my thighs. I gulp. His knee spreads my legs open. The heat starts to spread in my core and I feel wet. I want him, but I know I shouldn’t. I feel his hard cock behind me. Oh god.

  “Malcolm, we shouldn’t.” I say my voice raw.

  “I won’t until ye say yes. I just want ye to feel what ye do to me, how much I desire ye. Too much. I don’t regret what happened back at the camp. I ken yer body wants me, too, but yer mind
is fighting it. It’s getting harder and harder for me to not want to feel you, touch you, and kiss you.” His voice deepened to a husky growl. “I want to claim you as mine.”

  I take a deep breath. I just want him to touch me everywhere and just have him take my virginity now. I open my eyes and look back at him. I gently brush my thumb across his cheek and slowly over his soft lips. I know I shouldn’t, but I gently kiss him on the lips. He holds my head firmly in place and takes my mouth in hungry passionate kiss and my walls crumble. His lips feel so amazing and so right on mine. I can’t resist him any longer. He cups my breast and plays with my nipple, twisting it and rubbing it. The tingling sensation going all the way down to my core. He slowly brings his hand down to my core and his finger begins to stroke my wet pussy. I moan.

  “Yer so wet for me.” He says sucking my bottom lip.

  My breath hitches. He sticks his finger in and I let out another moan. He’s kissing my neck and I start to move against his finger while his thumb is doing circles around my clit. It feels so wickedly bad, but oh so amazing. I can’t help myself and reach down to grab his shaft. I glide my hand back and forth pumping him. He grunts and calls out my name. He keeps working my core and I feel we’re both near to the brink of ecstasy. We both work faster pumping each other to the brim and we both climax again. He slides his finger out of me and sticks it in his mouth sucking my juices. He grabs my face and kisses me so hard and I can taste myself on his lips.

  He is right. I am his. There is no one else I would want to do that with or have even allowed myself to do that with. Patrick and I never did anything like that. We only made out. I want to keep doing these things with Malcolm, but I know it will only end in heart break for me. I can’t stay here. I feel completely spent. He holds me tight in his arms and I drift back to sleep.