Vikings' Brides Box Set

by Jessica Knight

  “I’m sorry, I never want to hurt you,” he whispers, peppering kisses all over my face. His body shakes under my skin. He must be doing everything he can to be as gentle with me as possible.

  I blink the tears away as the pain subsides and readjust my position. I push myself down on his cock, and he sinks in another inch. I relax and take a deep breath. His large, heavy sack cradles against my ass. I moan when I start feeling all the sensations of him inside me. There has never been anything better.

  He hooks his arms around me, keeping my hair pushed back as he starts to move. He slides in, out, keeping the same rhythm for a few minutes before picking up speed. “Fuck, you’re the best thing I’ve ever felt. So hot, so tight. So fucking mine,” He punctuates each word with a hard flex of his hips for emphasis.

  I tilt my head back and moan. My breasts bounce from the momentum, my body aches from the pleasure he has given me, and I start to feel another dizzy spell. My stomach drops, and my toes curl. Another orgasm is about to rip through me, and it feels ten times more powerful than all the others.

  “Grim…” I curl my fingers into his back, breaking his skin with my nails. “Yes, Grim! Ah, you feel so good! You stretch me so good!”

  “Keep going. I fucking love it,” he pants as he curls into me, his cock touching the deepest places inside my body.

  I bite my lip, feeling a bit embarrassed, but because I know he wants it, I try. “You’re so big. You were made for me. I love the way your cock fits inside me. You fuck me so good. I want more. I want it in every way. I want you harder. Give it to me harder, Grim. Make me come on your cock.” I’m glad it’s dark, and the only thing that is giving this place light is the fire roaring a few feet away from us.

  He growls like a wild animal and flips me over onto my stomach with his strength and agility. “You want hard? I’ll give you hard.” He brings his hand down on my ass, slapping the globes bringing a fresh sting through me. He slaps the other cheek before latching onto the globes and using them to sink his cock into me.

  Hard.

  Unforgiving.

  Forceful.

  Everything I need. The bed moves, rattling against the wall from the maddening thrusts. His sack slaps my clit, and his cock splits me open. He curls over me again, draping my body with his, and it makes the position change. He is deeper. I’m taking more of him. He presses against the spot again and that dizziness I felt earlier slams into me.

  “Grim! Yes, yes, yes!” I moan, and he yanks my head back, stealing a kiss with a lustful fury.

  He grips my hair with his fingers, pulling my head back ever so slightly, and speaks against my lips. “Come.”

  And I listen like a good little wife. I explode. Stars burst in my eyes, and my mouth screams his name. I watch as he grins like a lunatic, loving the sound of madness spilling from my mouth.

  “Your pussy grips me so tight,” he gasps, and his brows pinch together, the smile dropping from his face to create an O shape. “Fuck, Sassa. Fuck!” he roars, slamming his hips until he has every inch of his cock inside me with every ounce of come, he has. He flexes once, twice, three times before roaring his completion and falling on top of me.

  We don’t say anything. There’s no need. Both of us are trembling, drenched in sweat. His hair tickles my skin as he lays his cheek against my back and kisses me. He doesn’t pull out. He leaves his semi-hard cock locked inside me. I want to ask why, but a deep part of me already knows.

  He wants his seed trapped in me. And I wait for the rage, the anger, the fire, the desire to argue, but it doesn’t come.

  I only find complete happiness and contentment as we lay there and stare the intertwining flames of the fire.

  “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” his voice, like gravel, asks.

  “I’m perfect. That was perfect.”

  “You’re sure?”

  I giggle thinking about all the times he brought me to orgasm. “Oh, I’m sure.”

  He runs his fingertips down my side, tenderly. “You’re amazing. Thank you for waiting for me. I’m no saint, but I’ll treasure you forever.”

  I flip over, and his cock slips out, but he pushes it back in. “You’re such a brute; you know that?” I say with a teasing smile after he slips his cock back in.

  “What? I want my come locked inside you always. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

  Oh, and he is. I can feel the muscle growing with every second. I moan as he starts to move again. “You’re insatiable,” I grin.

  “When it comes to you, I am.”

  He leans back on his legs, bringing me up by my ass and holding my hips. I ride him, up and down, up and down, but it’s slow this time. There isn’t an urgent need of passion. No, this is something else. Something different.

  The fire must feel it, too, because it gets bigger and hotter. I stretch back until my head hits the bed, but my lower half is still in the air, speared on his cock. His hand lands in the middle of my stomach as I gyrate my hips. He holds me down, meeting my thrusts with his own.

  “Fucking hell, you shall make me come again. I don’t think I have anything left to give you,” he jokes.

  I don’t know what gets into me, but I wrap my legs around him and flip him onto his back so that I’m straddling him. My hand lands on his chest for leverage and I rock.

  “You look fucking good on my cock. Ride me.” His eyes roll to the back of his head, and a new confidence rolls through me. I make him feel like this. Me. My body.

  I rock fast, grinding my swollen clit against his pelvis. And I bring myself to another orgasm quickly. My insides flex, soaking up his precious seed, bringing it to my womb, and he follows right after, filling me with more of his fertile come.

  That was a fast, efficient ride.

  I collapse on his chest, spent and exhausted. I run my hands over his chest as he plays with my hair.

  “I love you,” I whisper, knowing a man like Grim probably won’t say it back. The tough King, the skilled warlord, and the most fearsome man of the Vikings.

  “Aye, Sassa. I love you as well. I think I loved ye before I even met you.” He brings my head down and places a kiss on my forehead. “Sleep, my love. Tomorrow is a new day. And I plan to make the most of it with you.”

  I nestle my cheek into his chest and shut my eyes. For the first time in my life, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

  This is happiness.

  Chapter Twenty

  Grim

  My cock hurts, and my balls ache from coming so much last night. I’ll say this, I don’t care about the pain, because the moment she wakes up, I plan to be buried inside her again. The pain means pleasure, and I can’t get enough of her body.

  I watch as she sleeps, my shaft waking up in appreciation of her beauty. Once the bastard starts to plump, I feel the ache. I ignore it and push the blanket down her body, showing the flawless pale skin and the curve of her breasts. Her long, lean body shines in the morning light peeking through the windows.

  I’m one lucky man.

  I lean forward and kiss her shoulder. She stirs, and I think she is about to wake up, but all she does is turn over, giving me her back. Damn, the woman sleeps like the dead. I’m greeted with the canvas of her back. The blanket pools right above her ass. Two dimples show, and I know what is beneath. I look down at the tent where my cock is. The bastard is really out to kill me. My balls hurt.

  They actually fucking hurt.

  Ah, fuck it. I throw the blanket off her and see her amazing body. She curls in a bit from the cold and I get in behind her, rutting my cock along her slit. She whimpers, probably thinking it is a dream, but I don’t stop. Her slit hits the tip of my cock, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I’m dying to plunge into her hot depths, but she needs rest. I took her a few more times throughout the night, so she needs to rest, especially it being the night I took her virginity. She is probably very sore.

  “Grim,” she moans sleepily. “Oh, Grim.”

  Yes, this wil
l be a wonderful morning. “How are you feeling, Princess?” My forehead falls on her shoulder as I enjoy the wet slick.

  “Like I want you to slide inside me,” she moans with a push of her ass.

  “Do you hurt?”

  “I do, but only in the best possible way,” she groans.

  With the next push, I dive into her heat. I expect to find her barrier again for some reason, but pride fills me. That’s right. I took it already. I gather her in my arms, holding her close to my chest and grab her breast as I start a slow rhythm. She reaches back, placing her hand on my hip, and leans her head on my shoulder.

  I’m half dazed with sleep, just as she is. I almost feel as if this is a dream. Nothing can feel this good all the time. It’s impossible. Her walls clench, and the shake of her legs let me know she is close. Good, because I am, too.

  “Yes! Oh, Grim. It feels so good,” she mutters before letting out a loud cry, slamming her fist on the bed as she tips over the edge.

  I follow behind her, but as I come, only a few squirts come out until I’m completely dry. I’ve used all my seed up. I need to replenish, but how when my wife is so fucking beautiful all the time?

  “Good morning, Princess.” I kiss her shoulder and feel guilty knowing I’ve given her no time to heal from last night. I shouldn’t have taken her this morning. My own selfish desires got the best of me.

  “Good morning, indeed,” she giggles with a long stretch and a yawn. “Can I go back to sleep? I’m exhausted.”

  “Absolutely. You need to rest. You’ve had an eventful few days. I’ll bring back some berries for later.”

  “Mmm, my favorite,” she grins, settling her head back against a fluff of pillows. She puckers her lips and closes her eyes. “Give me a kiss. I’m assuming you must go to the village today.”

  “You’d be assuming right.” I bend over, give her a quick peck, and stand, stretching my arms over my head.

  “Shame. I quite enjoy the view.”

  I glance over the strong muscle of my shoulder and grin. “You better watch it. Or I’ll take you again.”

  She bites her lip, blushes, and then shakes her head. “I need to rest. I hurt a little more than I thought.”

  The teasing smile falls from my lips, and I go between her legs to see if I’ve caused any damage. She has dried come all over her, and her flesh is soft and red as if nearly rubbed raw. “Are you alright? I should have taken better care of you.”

  I get up and make a fire hastily so I can boil some water. I dip a cloth in, wring it out, and clean her up like I should have done last night. She bites her lip in pain as I wipe. There’s the slightest hint of blood, but I know what that is from.

  “I apologize, my love.”

  “Don’t do that. I enjoyed every second of last night and this morning. It’s just my first time doing all this,” she blushes again. “And it will take some time to get used to. But I love it, and I love you.”

  I crawl over her and take her face in my hands, careful not to touch the right side of her jaw too much. “And I love you,” I reply with a kiss. I take another fur in my hand and cover her body with it as I roll out of bed. “Sleep well, my love. I’ll be back later.”

  “Right. Tell Einarr I said hello. I’m happy he is well. And tell him thank you.”

  “For what?” I ask, slipping on a pair of pants.

  “Saving my life. That would have been me with the arrows if it wasn’t for him,” she mumbles, but before I can ask anything else, she is sound asleep.

  He saved her life. I expected him to protect her, but I didn’t expect him to risk his own life. Damn, his leadership is going to waste here. I need to make him my equal. There has never been two warlords before, but maybe we can fuck tradition and make it happen. He deserves it.

  I tie my sword around my waist and give her one last kiss before grabbing the key off the table and walking out the door. I lock it, pulling on the handle to make sure no one can come in and out. I probably should have told her that she won’t be able to leave the cabin today until I check out the village and make sure everything is safe.

  I’ll need to send a guard to watch over the cabin. So many things shall soon change around here. There will be an actual chain of command because my people have tripled in numbers over the last year, and that won’t include children that will come next year. I love it. Maybe instead of a village, we can grow into a city. A small city, but it can be done.

  “Grim!” A voice shouts my name as I make my way down the hill.

  I stop in my tracks and turn to see Abram running toward me with a big smile on his face. “Good morning,” he calls with a happy smile.

  “Good morning, Abram.” I glance at the scar on his neck and notice a green herbal paste. Leiva must have made him put it on. “How is everything?”

  “It’s good. All thirty of the people you rescued are in the barn and random cabins throughout. We made room where we could, and we start rebuilding today. Everyone has gotten breakfast and a new change of clothes from the other villagers.”

  I blink. For some reason I didn’t expect an actual update. “And Einarr?”

  His smile fades a bit, tinging my heart with worry.

  “He spiked another fever last night. He is battling infection again, but Leiva thinks he will be fine.”

  I place my hand on my hips and stare up at the sky. I know what I did might have saved Einarr’s life, but now he is struggling and in pain. Did I do the right thing? Did I do it out of selfishness? He was ready to die. I saw it in his eyes, but I couldn’t let him go. Not like that. Not because of some fucking arrows. My friend, my second—he shall die in the blaze of battle with me, by my side.

  There is no other way for his death to happen except alongside mine. “I shall see him today.”

  “Of course,” Abram says with a bow.

  An idea starts to form as I walk, and Abram keeps pace. “How would you like to be my third?”

  Abram stops short and grabs my arm. “My lord! Are you serious? Why?”

  “You’ve proven yourself. I will be making a change of structure soon with all the people here now. You make a good leader. You get things done. I respect that.”

  “I’m honored, Warlord. I won’t let you down,” he says as he falls to his knees and bows his head.

  “Get up. I hate that shit.” I push his shoulder, and he topples over. I stride toward the medical cabin and stop before entering. Looking up and down the streets, anger burns within me when I see what Krane has done to my home, to my people. Homes are burned, and what was once a peaceful village has been destroyed. It will take a lot of time to rebuild, but we will.

  “I’m going to need time alone with him. Keep everyone out.”

  “Yes, sir,” Abram nods, standing next to the door like a guard. Once he gains some meat on his bones, he may just be a great guard.

  I open the door and see a large body lying on a twin bed. He is the only one in here, and Leiva is sitting next to him like I asked her to. “Leiva,” I greet.

  “Oh, Grim. Einarr is asleep right now. He came down with another fever. He hasn’t broken yet. It isn’t too high, so I’m not too worried. I’ve been keeping him hot, trying to help it peak and break itself.”

  I sit down in a chair next to Einarr’s bed and place my elbows on my knees. “Thank you, Leiva. Please leave. I need a moment.”

  She bows her head and laces her fingers in front of her body. “Of course.” The door opens and closes, and I’m finally left alone with my oldest friend.

  He looks like shit. His skin is pale. Sweat makes him look clammy, and the sheet is soaked from the perspiration. The stomach is wrapped in a bandage, and a bit of blood seeps through, but nothing too alarming. “I owe you everything for protecting her. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” My throat closes with emotion.

  “Don’t be a bitch,” he rasps, and it is followed by a cough.

  I toss my head back and chuckle. “I should have known you weren’t really a
sleep.”

  “The woman won’t leave my side. She takes your orders too seriously. I can’t piss without her watching. Water,” he croaks.

  I reach for the glass and bring it to his lips. He sighs as the liquid hits his tongue. “How is she?” he asks, sighing once he is able to put his head back on the pillow.

  “She’s fine. She’s resting now.”

  He smiles but keeps his eyes closed. “I wager she is.”

  “Shut it you big brute,” I joke. All laughter aside, I tell him, “Thank you for protecting her.”

  “Are ye kidding me? The woman is mad. She tried to drag me away. She risked her life trying to save me. If I didn’t order her to run, she would have been killed.”

  My brows furrow. “She tried to save you?”

  “She tried like hell. You have a brave woman. She has a heart of a warrior. You did good. I’m tired,” he says, his voice drifting off.

  “Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake.” And I mean that, too. I am never leaving Einarr’s side again unless it is to spank my wife’s ass for putting herself in danger.

  The little shite.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Sassa

  I wake up deliciously sore. Every inch of my body aches in the most delicious way. I stretch and take the back of my hand to rub the sleep out of my eyes. My jaw cracks as I yawn. I look around to see if Grim is here, but the cabin is empty. All that is left are the embers glowing in the fireplace and the tub in the corner from last night’s bath.

  My face blazes remembering what I did, how I spoke to him, how I drank him down my throat. I wrap my hand around my neck feeling so… filthy, yet so fulfilled. I really want to do it again. I stand up and wrap the fur around me. I don’t have any clothes here. My dress is ruined from Krane, torn and stained with dirt and blood.

  I suppose today is a naked day. And reading a book, if he has any here. I decide to take the wooden bucket, empty out the tub, and fill it again with warm water. In order to do that, I need to start a fire, so I get to work. I shuck the fur off my body once I start to sweat. I grab the logs and place them in the pit. It takes a few tries, but I finally get a spark against the rock and the kindling. The straw burns slowly, and the bark of the wood starts to smoke, letting me know the spark caught and is burning the wood.