Ravished by a Viking

by Delilah Devlin

  He rocked his hips forward and back, seeking entry into her mouth, but she suckled his head, then trailed away. He reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair to force her down his cock, but she raked him with her teeth, the sparkle of humor in her eyes saying she knew exactly how close to the edge of violence he really was.

  “Master,” Honora whispered, then bit her swollen lip.

  “I like the sound of that,” he growled.

  Her lips pursed, then stretched. “It’s so strange, but my pussy’s still wet. Would you lie on your back on the mattress? Notice, I asked.”

  So she would play at submission. “I thought you were too tired to ride.”

  “I’ve recovered. And I’ve thought of a better way to satisfy you.”

  Dagr wanted to push her to the mattress and fuck her hard, but excitement shimmered in her eyes. So, feigning reluctance, he lay on his back, stuffing a pillow under his head and fisting his cock, stroking it while she crawled toward him, her breasts pink and peaked and swaying beneath her.

  Honora straddled his hips, grasping his cock and centering it between her nether lips. She pressed downward, her lush, wet heat surrounding him again. She pulsed twice before grinding down the last bit until she rested against him, his cock completely sheathed.

  Faint ripples caressed his length. Dagr growled, wanting to wrest control, but still curious to see what she would do.

  Honora leaned back, and one of her hands raked up his inner thigh to cup his balls.

  Dagr ground his jaws together, trying to stifle the shout clawing its way up his throat. In the end, she wouldn’t let him come quietly.

  Honora leaned farther, slid a finger deeper between his legs and rubbed his asshole, causing his whole body to jerk, his belly to quiver. Then he dug his heels into the mattress and pumped up to meet her downward thrusts, shouting when his balls exploded and his seed jetted toward her womb.

  When her contractions had wrung him dry, he lay back, covered in sweat and shuddering in the aftermath.

  Honora eased off him, then moved down and took his softening, wet cock into her mouth.

  He dug his fingers in her hair. “I’m done,” he growled.

  “I want the taste of you,” she whispered, then swallowed him again, her mouth making moist noises that made him smile.

  A light tap sounded on the door and it opened.

  Dagr pushed Honora off him, and rolled to his side, ready to answer a threat, but the barmaid from below entered, smiling, her arms filled with towels.

  “I thought you might need these,” she said, kicking the door closed with a heel.

  He looked toward the stand with the basin of water. Towels and washcloths were stacked beside it.

  When he glanced back, narrowing his glance on her, she shrugged. “I have something else for you too.” She came closer, one knee on the mattress as she bent to whisper in his ear. “Do you want to rise again?” She opened her palm to show him a paper wrapper.

  He looked to Honora who shrugged a shoulder. “I have no reason to be jealous. We’ll never see her again, and I’ll be right here.”

  But she feigned indifference. Her eyes glittered with excitement. Seeing no objection, only curiosity, he turned back. “I suppose my interest depends on whether I will feel drugged with whatever it is that you hold.”

  Her lips twitched, the dent at the center stretching. “The powder will make you harden, and your next release will be difficult, but you could pleasure your lady again.”

  “And you too, I suppose?” he drawled.

  Her gaze raked his body, then clung to his cock. She grinned. “I haven’t had a cock like yours in ages. I’d like to repeat the experience.”

  Her covetous glance was mildly gratifying, but his natural distrust made him wary. “What happens when a woman swallows your powder?”

  She gave a feminine shiver, then blinked her gold eyes. “She becomes mindless with desire.”

  “Put it on your tongue and share it with me.”

  Her body stiffened. “Do you think I want to poison you?”

  “Shouldn’t I be wary?”

  She arched a brow and tipped back her head, sprinkling the powder onto her tongue. Then she bent and kissed him, sharing the powder with long swipes of her sandpaper tongue.

  He drew back and stuck out his tongue. The cat-woman’s eyes glinted as she gave him another sprinkle. He swept out an arm behind him, snagging Honora and pulling her close. They shared the powder between them in a long, steamy kiss.

  Honora pulled away, breathing hard. Her glance went to the other woman. “Since this is your turf, I’ll let you take the lead.”

  Surprised, Dagr glanced from one female to the other. The barmaid tossed back her head and pointed toward Dagr’s cock. Honora smiled and resumed suckling.

  At first, Dagr felt nothing, just the mild pleasure of another kiss and the warm comfort of Honora’s mouth caressing him below. The kiss lengthened, deepening, while his tongue dueled with the cat, and Honora’s hot mouth suckled him like a puppy. Soon, his breaths deepened as his loins filled with heat that stiffened him, crowding him into Honora’s mouth. She reacted eagerly, backing off his cock as he hardened, allowing him to unfurl while she ran her open lips along the sides of his shaft.

  He broke the kiss, gasping, then stuck his forearm beneath his head to lift it higher and watch as she devoured him. While she moaned around him, she cuddled one leg between hers and rocked against it, the moisture spilling from her pussy anointing his skin.

  The barmaid’s fingernails scraped his chest, tickling his nipples, which drew into tight little points. “Fuck her. Eat me,” she whispered.

  Dagr growled when she plucked his chest hair. But the suggestion held merit. Heart racing in his chest, he rose to his knees, shoved Honora off his cock, then forced her to her belly while she laughed at his haste. Not until he slid into her juicy cunt did the tension ease enough for him to remember they had another partner.

  “Your name,” he demanded, his voice rasping.

  “You may call me Kit.” Then Kit stood on the mattress and straddled Honora’s back, inching forward until her pussy was just in front of his mouth.

  He leaned into her, thrusting his nose between her lips, scraping his whiskered chin against her delicate folds, then thrusting out his tongue to delve deeper. Her soft, silky pelt soothed his nose and cheeks, but it was the hardening knot at the top that interested him most. While he hammered Honora with his cock, Kit raised the hood that cloaked her nubbin and he dove in, latching around it with his lips and sucking.

  The drug searing his veins kept him hard and on the edge, pumping relentlessly into Honora until she sobbed and shouted and bucked. He suckled Kit, teething on the button, until her fingers clamped around his ears and her pussy crushed against him.

  Both women came in a noisy rush, Honora screaming, Kit squalling like a cat. Still he couldn’t come.

  When Kit collapsed beside them, he flipped Honora and drove into her once more, urging her arms and her thighs around him while he plowed her, his heart bursting in his chest, his body desperate to erupt.

  In the end, Kit had the cure. A single digit penetrated his ass and stroked over the small gland deep inside him until he showered Honora in ropey bursts of cum. He stroked Honora long after he’d pumped himself dry, unwilling to lose the hot friction burning his cock.

  Finally, she pulled him down and kissed him, framing his face with her hands and diving between his lips to caress his tongue with long strokes of her own.

  He rested on his elbows, cupped her cheeks between his palms, and kissed her more gently. Her eyes slowly opened, blinking up at him. The red blur of her lips, the pink tinting her bronze cheeks, and the sheen of sweat slicking her skin made her lovelier, sexier, than he deserved.

  He turned to Kit. “How much to buy your freedom?”

  “Was I that good?”

  “I don’t like to think of any of my sex partners enslaved.”

 
She blinked, a wariness entering her expression as she sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. “Even if I were free, where would I go?”

  “I have a castle full of warriors who would find your many differences enticing,” he said, not fearing that he’d revealed too much about himself.

  “You would free me from being a whore here to make me one for your Vikings?”

  Dagr frowned. “You would have your choice of lovers and you may learn a craft, earn your own way.”

  “You have other half-breeds in your employ?”

  “None. Ours has been a sheltered society.”

  “And I should welcome being the freak among you?” Kit shook her head. “No, thanks. I’ll take my chances here.”

  Dagr sighed, seeing her point. “My thanks, Kit.”

  Kit drew a deep breath, thinned her lips, then met his glance again. “Roxana has you waiting for one called Horace. But he will only tell you that you seek Fatin. She was Roxana’s partner, but she betrayed Roxana and robbed her of a valuable cargo. Delivery was to happen here, but Fatin heads straight to Helios. She thinks she can get a better price and that they’ll actually let her penetrate their airspace because of what she carries.”

  “What is the name of her ship? What class?” Honora asked, shrugging at Dagr. “We have to know we’re still talking about the same ship.”

  “A freighter class ship called the Orion. She has a day’s lead on you.”

  Dagr bent and pressed a hard kiss against Kit’s mouth. “My thanks again, lady. I’ll arrange payment to be delivered. Enough to buy your freedom should you change your mind.”

  Kit nodded. “Roxana shouldn’t be trusted. She’s a pirate in her own right.” Kit placed a hand on his arm. “If she thinks she can gain by serving you to the Consortium, she will.”

  Fifteen

  Below in the tavern, Honora and Dagr found Birget with Baraq and Roxana’s two flunkies knocking back shots of liquor and laughing uproariously.

  The two henchmen were glassy-eyed, and it didn’t take but a glance at the floor to figure out that both Birget and her guard were spilling their drinks on purpose.

  Dagr grabbed a wooden chair and sat.

  Honora, heat creeping into her cheeks at Baraq’s pointed glare, slid into a seat across the table from him.

  “Roxana’s still above?” Dagr asked.

  Birget nodded, the movement crisp. Alcohol hadn’t dulled her edge.

  “Roxana’s a go-er,” one of her men slurred.

  Dagr lifted a shot glass and clinked it against the talkative pirate. “Roxana own more than the ship Fatin stole?”

  The man stiffened and shot a heavy-lidded glance around the bar. “Shhh ... No one’s s’posed to know. ’Bout Fatin. Bad fer bizss-ness.”

  “No sign of Horace?”

  The man snickered. “Horace is hiding. Roxana will cut out his innards if she finds out he knew anything about Fatin’s plans.”

  Irritation simmered in Dagr’s narrow gaze. “Then why are we here?”

  The man next to the talker elbowed his friend.

  The talker rubbed his belly and gave him a scowl. “I need ’nother drink.”

  “You’ve had enough,” his companion growled. “Roxana’s gonna cut off your balls.”

  Dagr nodded to Baraq. “I’m heading to the privy.”

  “The privy, he calls it,” the merry pirate laughed. “It’s a frigging pisser.”

  “Shut up, will ya?” his friend said, growing pale beneath Dagr’s pointed glare.

  “She’s pretty, even if she makes me dick shrink,” the man said, raising a glass to Birget. “Seein’ as how ever-one else had some fun, what ya say?”

  Birget snarled, stood, and clapped the man across the temple with the hilt of her dagger.

  He slumped, his head thudding onto the table.

  His friend swayed in his seat but nodded. “Thanks. He was annoying the piss out of me.”

  Honora tilted her head toward the man and eyed Birget, whose slight nod indicated she would follow her lead. Then Honora slipped into the seat on the other side of the pirate. She leaned in, unzipped her skin-suit, and let the sides peel open, exposing her cleavage. She waved a hand at her face. “I’m so hot. Must be the alcohol. Drank too much,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder. She placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed.

  His leg jumped, then both eased open. He pressed his hand over hers and moved it over his cock.

  The smirk beneath his long-handled mustache made her skin crawl. “Oooh, and I thought the Viking had a big one,” she said between clenched teeth.

  “I’m Black Bart. Been a pirate all me life. Do what I want. Takes what I want.”

  Honora smiled and rubbed his chest. “Seems to me you’re under Roxana’s heel. She snaps her fingers and you obey.”

  His upper lip curled into a snarl. “The bitch holds me ship. Can’t leave port without her say-so.”

  She widened her eyes. “You have your own ship?”

  “I contracted for cargo, but she let the bitch Fatin take what was mine.”

  “So your ship’s still here, docked, until Roxana snaps her fingers again and tells you to go?”

  He aimed a deadly glare her way, and his fingers squeezed painfully over hers, holding her harder against his groin. “I think I want me some Consortium ass.”

  Honora leaned back as he bent forward to kiss her.

  She hadn’t known Birget moved, until a blade beneath his chin made the pirate freeze.

  Birget leaned in and wrapped her elbow around the pirate’s head. Anyone seeing them from the back would think they’d all kissed. “This ship of yours ...” she said softly, scraping his chin with the point of her blade. “What’s it called?”

  “The Daedalus.” The pirate glared. “But what do you care? You can’t take it. Karthagos’s docks are well guarded. It’s part of why we do business here.”

  Birget leaned closer and licked the side of the pirate’s face. “No reason, pretty boy. Just wondered where your berth was.” The pirate lifted an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Birget’s long frame. He let go of Honora’s hand.

  She wiped it on her skin-suit, making a face.

  Birget leaned toward the pirate, her lips pursed, but then she clipped his jaw with a fist.

  He slid down bonelessly in his chair.

  “We leave them for a moment and already they’ve found trouble.”

  Honora glanced over her shoulder to find Dagr, Baraq, and his two Vikings leading a disgruntled Roxana.

  The pirate eyed her unconscious men. For the first time, fear tightened her features.

  Honora’s gaze slid to Dagr and her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t miss the narrow-eyed look he aimed her way.

  Let’s go,” Dagr said, annoyed at lingering in this soulless place, and angry at yet another woman who’d managed to put a spoke in his progress. His small contingent walked out onto the street, heading back to the ship.

  “You can leave me at my office,” Roxana said breathlessly, tugging at her arm.

  Dagr didn’t release his hard grip. “I think not. We have need of a ship. You have a fleet.”

  “Not a fleet. Really,” Roxana said, breathlessly as he pushed her along. “Only a few ships. Nothing in port at the moment.”

  “The Daedalus is docked and empty of cargo,” Birget said. “That’s what we got from the pirate at the table.”

  Dagr shook Roxana, wishing she were male because he really needed an enemy he could go a round with. “Lead us there.”

  Her head lolled forward, and then snapped back, her black braids swinging. A snarl curled her lips. “It’s docked three berths from yours.”

  Dagr grunted and pulled her along beside him. “Why’d you waste my time, waiting on Horace?”

  Her mouth tightened into a thin line.

  “Have you already sent word to the Consortium of our whereabouts?”

  Roxana lifted her brows. “How could I?” she drawled. “I’ve been with y
ou ever since we met.”

  Dagr studied her expression, wondering if she was really as good a liar as she thought.

  “Gods, I know that look,” Honora muttered. She patted Roxana’s shoulder with false sympathy.

  Dagr turned his glare on her, and Honora raised both hands in surrender.

  The trip back to the docks was made in silence, everyone in the party aware of the many gazes following their progress from behind curtained windows and from slanted rooftops.

  “You know you won’t get away with this,” Roxana said, dragging her heels. “If they see you forcing me aboard your ship, you’ll never get clearance to leave.”

  “Forcing you?” Dagr said. He pulled the woman against his side and draped his arm around her shoulder. “Smile or I’ll strip you here in the alley and have you. It won’t be rape, you know it, but it will certainly prove your willingness to be with us.”

  Roxana snorted, then smiled slowly—not a hint of humor reaching her hard eyes. “I think I hate you.”

  “No, you don’t. Your heart leapt at the thought of being taken against a wall, everyone watching. Tell me another lie.”

  The gangway loomed. Roxana pulled back, digging in her heels. “I won’t go aboard.”

  “What have you to fear? Once we are beyond the stratosphere, we’ll transport you back.”

  Her body went rigid. “You’re taking one of my ships!”

  “Borrowing. And I’ll pay for the use.”

  “You think you have enough money aboard your ship to pay for one of mine?”

  “I have a king’s ransom of pure light.” He couldn’t help biting out his words.

  Roxana stared into his eyes. “You’re telling me the truth.”

  “His brother, the one your Fatin kidnapped, is a prince of New Iceland,” Birget said. “He’s willing to pay you for the ship, and forgive you for your involvement in the crime. Take his offer.”

  Roxana’s face drained of color. She stepped from beneath his arm and straightened her shoulders. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

  Dagr met her gaze, let her see his quiet fury.

  She backed up a step, but he grabbed her arms again and pulled her close. “Killing you,” he said, bending over her so closely their breaths intermixed, “though satisfying, would not help me find my brother. I want your ship. Something that won’t attract attention for its ... particle waves.”