Vikings' Brides Box Set

by Jessica Knight

  The deep timbres of his voice send a delicious wave of ecstasy through my body, a new surge of lust. I knew Beowulf would be like this in bed—dominant and a bit controlling. I might give him lip outside the bedroom, but inside, I love to give all it all up and submit to him. I want him to be in control. There is no fight in me. I only want to surrender. Surrender myself to him and show Beowulf that I’m his. Always have been and always will be.

  “Such a pretty fucking mouth.” He runs his calloused thumb over my swollen lips. “I’ll fuck it later, right now…” he cups my lips with his hand, “I want your pussy. I think it’s about time I make you mine, Angel. Don’t you think?”

  “Yes,” I gasp in response as he shoves one of his fingers inside me. I wince from the sharp pain, wondering how in the world I’m going to take his gigantic cock when I can hardly take one of his fingers.

  He settles his body over mine, chest to chest, heart to heart, and kisses me. He kisses me until I’m relaxed and at ease. I don’t even notice when he fits another finger alongside the other one.

  “You’re so tight, Angel. I can’t wait to feel this pussy around me. You shall feel so good.” He runs his tongue down my neck. “We shall feel so good.” The words are a breath against my skin, but it is just what I need to send me over the edge.

  I do not recognize my own voice; it’s so loud. I scream his name, my walls clamping on his fingers resting inside me, and I ride out the best pleasure of my life. I’m trembling, my limbs twitching sporadically from the tremors of my orgasm. With blurry vision, I watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them into his mouth.

  “Like fucking honey. I could drink you up all day.” Beowulf spreads my right leg to the side, followed by the left. “Would you like that? My head between your legs and my mouth feasting on you to ease the hunger this cunt causes me?”

  “Beowulf,” I whimper, twisting my nipples with my fingers from the overload of desire and passion pumping through my veins.

  “Say it again,” he orders, with his eyes closed. “I’ve waited too long to hear my name fall from your lips like this.”

  “Beowulf,” I repeat, sliding my hands up his abdomen until I rest it over his heart. It thuds manically against my palm, and I’m completely enamored that his heart is beating strong for me, his cock is rock hard for me, and his eyes are devouring me like a predator does prey.

  His hand lands over mine, and the wildness in his eyes eases. He takes a deep breath and curls over me, situating his lower half between my legs. His hand disappears between us, guiding his cock to my entrance.

  “I’ve always been yours,” he whispers against my lips, and the tip of his wide cock pushes inside me.

  It steals my breath for a moment. We lock eyes. His hands cup my face, and love is pouring out of his eyes. Nothing is said. Nothing needs to be said. We are meant to be. I feel it in the core of my bones. Our souls are tethered. Life only makes sense when he is with me.

  Sweat glistens on his brow, and his muscular shoulders shake the deeper he drives into me. He reaches the barrier, the one last thing that keeps us apart, and my nails dig into his skin, branding his scarred flesh with my own mark. Beowulf pushes forward, breaking the wall so we can finally be together. We groan in unison, and he drops his forehead to mine. We are breathing hard, and a part of me can’t believe it’s actually happening.

  I’m here, my hands on his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist. It’s a dream, but it’s real. I never knew life could be so good.

  “Are you alright?” he asks, kissing the tears away from my cheeks.

  I didn’t know I was crying. “I’m perfect.” I’m happy. My muscles unclench from around him, enabling him to sink deeper until his heavy sack is flush against my arse.

  “Oh my goddess, you feel so fucking good. This is all I’ve dreamed about.”

  “Move,” I beg him. “You’re inside me and not doing anything.”

  His lips curl into a feral smile. “Such a pain in my ass.”

  I’m about to say something back, but he pulls out and slams home. My toes curl, and my head stretches back. We slide along the furs, him pounding ferociously, and me crying out his name. Our skin slaps together, and my breasts bounce with every thrust he gives. His body contorts and flexes, showing off the defined ropes of muscle. I run my hands over every inch of his body that I can, that is until he grabs my hands and pins them above my head.

  A low, barbaric growl emanates from his chest. His eyes watch in fascination as my breasts bounce. “Keep them there,” he orders, removing his hands from my wrist and squeezing my mounds in his palms, using them as leverage to speed up his frantic pumps.

  “Beowulf,” I moan. A slow burn turns in my lower belly, tingling my spine. Oh, I’ve never had such an urge before. It’s overwhelming. I want more, but I want less. It’s all too much. “I can’t. I don’t… something is wrong.”

  “Nothing is wrong, beautiful Angel. You’re about to come all over my cock. Do it. Come for me. I’m right there with you,” he says.

  My eyes shut, but his hand locks onto my jaw. “Open. I want us to see each other. I want to see what I do to you just as you do to me.”

  The words are the last of my resolve. My body explodes. Lights flash in my eyes, blinding me, and euphoria rolls over me. My entire body contracts, and everything inside me tightens around his cock, trying to keep him inside me. He cries out when he comes, shooting deep inside me. With every spurt, he thrusts harder, deeper, punctuating just how far he wants his seed to go.

  “Oh, fuck. Angel,” he moans, and then falls, catching himself on his elbows before landing on me.

  My legs are shaking. I don’t think I can move. I’ve lost all control of my body. It’s tingly and relaxed. He kisses along my collarbone, up my neck, and then places his lips on top of mine. His lips are salty from the light sheen of sweat covering my body. I run my fingers down his spine and up again until his cock twitches inside me, getting hard once more.

  “You’re getting me hard again,” he growls, wrapping his hand around my throat. There’s no pressure, but the position is exhilarating. “Is that what you want?”

  “I never want to leave this bed. If it means having you inside me all day and night, then so be it.” My words have a soft bite to them. I want to tempt him. I’m not ready for him to leave me; he feels so good filling me up. It’s a connection I never want severed.

  “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ve known since the moment I saw you for the first time,” he releases the soft hold he had on my neck and starts an agonizingly slow pace, rocking inside me once again. The uncontrollable, undying passion that sent us into a mad, sexual frenzy has subsided… for now. At this moment, he is taking his time with me, murmuring sweet words into my ear, telling me how much he loves me, needs me, and how he wants to make me his wife.

  In the back of my mind, I always thought in the many years I had been captured, I would have been sold and used. My hope for uniting with Beowulf was just that… hope. A silly wish that kept me alive every day because it gave me enough strength to push forward. Now, I’m here, in his arms, kissing his lips, my hands on his body, and I’m in heaven.

  It’s everything I dreamed of and more. Our bodies collide in a beautiful harmony that can only be meant for hearts that are one. Beowulf always thought I loved the sun, but that was never really the case. I loved him.

  He is my sun.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Beowulf

  Oh, the best dream in the fucking world is happening right now inside my sleep-induced brain. Warm lips wrap around my hard cock, sucking me so hard that I know the goal is to pull the come right from my sack. I even feel soft palms rubbing my balls in my sack. My eyes flutter open, and I realize that it isn’t a dream at all, but my sweet fucking reality.

  I have my woman between my legs, sucking me to the root and slurping her way to the crown before lowering her mouth on me again until the back of her throat rubs again
st it. The sleepiness is long gone, and the only thing I can focus on is her wicked tongue lashing on my cock. Her doe eyes are shattering my control. I’m doing all I can not to fuck her mouth. I know she isn’t very experienced, so I don’t want to overwhelm her, or worse, hurt her.

  My hands grab the side of her head, and I lift my chest to get a good look at her. Her blonde hair is messy from our wild night of making love, and she has little red marks over the curve of her tits from my teeth. I got a little carried away last night, but I couldn’t help it. I just wanted her so fucking deeply.

  My flesh shines with her spit, and seeing her red tongue wrap around me makes me explode. I have no time to warn her. All I can do is toss my head back and grunt, spurting my seed down her throat. To my surprise, she drinks me down and is diligent with the clean-up, licking my semi-hard shaft until every drop of cream is gone.

  I flop on the bed, completely spent, and toss my arm over my eyes. “Goddess,” I gasp through ragged breaths. “That’s a damn good morning.”

  Lilith giggles and tries to get off the bed of furs, but I sit up just in time to grab her ankle, “And where do you think you’re going?”

  I pull her on the bed, despite her yelping, and flip us until she is underneath me, just like she was last night.

  “Mmmm, better,” I say. Her lips curl up into such a bright smile, showing her perfect teeth. Her happiness melts the sorrow still clinging onto my heart about my brother. I don’t let it show. I pet her cheek, appreciating her soft skin and supple lips. Her hair is soft, the color of the finest gold. She’s stunning. And I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be able to hold her in the same arms that have done so many horrible things. To hold such beauty, it’s a gift.

  “You’re insatiable, Beowulf,” she laughs as I kiss down her neck, and a soft moan escapes her when I nip a red mark, I made last night.

  “Of course I am. Have you seen what a treasure I am holding?” I kiss her shoulder. “That I’m kissing.” I wrap my arms fully around her and hold her close, until our hearts pound against each other’s, synchronizing until they are beating as one. “That I love.”

  Her fingers are gentle as they run across my chest, and it makes my eyes drift shut. “I love you too.”

  “You truly remember?” I ask. I’m nervous she was in the moment, giving in to the urges that were bound to break eventually.

  “Every single thing, my love. I remember the time we swam in the ocean; when we weren’t allowed, and you tossed me into the waves. I remember you leaving for your first day of training. I remember how nervous you were. And I remember how relieved you were to see me in the field waiting for you that evening. You’ve grown into such a brave, strong man, Beowulf. I’m sorry about the last few days. I can’t imagine how much it hurt you.”

  “I’m just glad you’re back, and you’re safe. You’re here in my arms, in my bed, and I’ve never been happier.”

  “Truly?” she asks, lifting a perfect light brown eyebrow.

  “Really.”

  “What happened to Grant?”

  The mood shifts, and I flop onto my side. “Jackals destroyed the town, burnt everything. They gutted him.”

  She gasps, and when I turn to look at her, a tear breaks free from the corner of her eye and flows down the curve of her face until it stops at her jaw. “Your nephew?”

  “I don’t know where he is,” I push my fingers in my eyes to stop the burning sensation. “I wager the Jackals have him. Goddess, I’ll never find him then. They move around too much. I’ll need to know where they would be next and beat them there.”

  “I can help. I don’t know much about them, but I do know they alternate. South, North, East, West. Then, West, South, East, North. Also, East, West, North, South. I overheard them say they will never go North, South, East, West because it is too predictable. Everyone would know then.”

  I crush my body against hers and kiss the hell out of that brilliant mouth. The tip she gave isn’t much to go on, but it’s better than nothing. It’s a start, and it’s more than I had five minutes ago.

  “I fucking love you. You beautiful, smart, mad woman.” I kiss her in between words, my cock growing hard again when I slide against the wet folds of her pussy. How this woman just changed my mood is beyond me. It’s magic, that is. She just gave me hope.

  “Beowulf,” she giggles and grins as my girth slides against her pussy lips.

  I almost catch my name falling off her mouth with mine, but my kiss is a second late. I rock my cock between her wet sheath and reach down with my hand, rubbing that small, pink bundle that makes her shoot into oblivion.

  “Ah! Oh, goddess. Yes. Yes!” she cries. Her legs shake with every jab my cock gives her. I want her to come like this. I want to feel her coat me until I am soaked from her juices. “Faster,” she demands, with a clutch of her hands around my bicep.

  My woman never has to ask twice. I throw her smooth legs in the air and place them on my shoulders. My eyes are locked to where my head peeks from her folds. The head of my cock is already angry and leaking, needing more than just the hug of her sheath. Her blonde tuft above her slit scratches the nerves around my dripping crown.

  Lilith’s cheeks are a lovely shade of pink, and her lips are a dark shade of red. Her eyes are closed, and her lashes leave a shadow against her face. My eyes roam the plains of her body, memorizing every detail the goddess created for me. The bruises on her hip are black and blue, and it has me seething with anger. I’m going to kill that fucker Argent for hurting her.

  I move my hips faster, taking my anger out on her clit with my rock-solid shaft. She is screaming now, clawing at my chest for more, for less, for more again. It makes my chest puff out with pride, knowing it’s me causing her to react like this. No one else. She’s mine. Her scent is in my bed, my home, drenched on my cock. My seed is inside her, binding her to me, and no one else shall ever get to have that.

  She’s mine.

  I drift my hand down to her thigh, and my other hand grips her good hip. I flip her over. I’ve had enough of this teasing. I spread her cheeks apart, marvelling at her glistening pussy. It’s practically crying tears for my cock to come ease the ache she feels.

  “So pretty,” I rumble, giving her a quick lick because I can’t help myself. I need a taste. I always need a taste.

  Keeping the thick of her ass in my hand, I plunge into her tight abyss. Fuck, this is my heaven. Nothing in this world feels better than this. I keep a fast and hard pace, never taking my eyes off where we are joined. Watching my cock slide in and out of her, dripping with her nectar, almost makes me lose it right then and there.

  Her noises are muted by the furs. A part of me wants to pull her head back so the sounds can belong to me again. I want the entire forest to know—no—I want the entire kingdom to know she is mine. They probably already do, but there’s no such thing as overkill when it comes to what is mine.

  Soon, the walls of her pussy clamp around me so tight I can hardly move. My eyes cross, and her orgasm milks my own out of me. I fill her channel with my sticky come, moaning her name like the salvation it is.

  “Angel,” the word is a whoosh out of my lungs as I fall against her. I kiss my way up the column of her neck. I don’t pull out. Not yet. I’m not ready to leave her heat.

  “Does it get better every time?” she asks.

  “Only with us,” I say, kissing the natural path her spine gives me until I’m at the top of her ass where two dimples sit. I kiss those too before working my way up her body again, trailing more kisses along the scars littering her back. It breaks my heart. I wish I could have been there for her, to stop the abuse they rained down on her.

  “Truly? Is it only with us?” she asks, turning over to face me. I slide back inside her, hard enough to continue if we wanted, but it isn’t what she is looking for. She needs validation, which makes sense considering how long we have been apart.

  My brows furrow when I think about what I wish to say. I must be careful w
ith my next words.

  “Lilith,” I start, as seriously as I can. “I’m no saint. I wish I would have waited for you.” I run my knuckles down her cheek, trying to show my love and adoration. “I did for five years. I searched and searched, and I came to the realization that you were dead. I mourned you. I even went to our meadow, laid out flowers, made you a stone with your name on it. I cried for you. I craved you. I wished for nothing more than to see your smile in the sun again, but I knew I wouldn’t. I fell into darkness. I had sex with other women, never more than once because they weren’t you. I wanted to ease the ache. I lost the meaning of life. Nothing made sense. I cared about nothing. I just missed you so fucking much, and there was this void in my heart, the part that you filled, and nothing seemed to ease the pain. I regret it all. When I tell you it will get better every time with us, I mean it. I mean it because I’m going to want you over and over again. I love you. You’re my heart, Angel. I’m so sorry I stopped searching for you. I’m sorry I lost hope.”

  All those feelings I felt all those years ago come rushing back. I look away, not wanting her to see the red tinting the whites of my eyes. The burn is familiar. I’m on the verge of breaking. I remember the ocean in the background, the tall flowers swaying in the breeze, the salt in the air as I said goodbye to her, leaving a piece of me behind in her death.

  Her soft fingers curl under my chin and turn my head back to her, seeing oceans well up in her eyes. “It’s exactly what I wanted you to do. I love you, but if anything happened to me, I’d want you to live your life.”

  “No—”

  “—Beowulf.”

  “No!” I roar. “Life isn’t worth living without you. I’ve lived it before. It’s empty; it’s meaningless. I want nothing of it if you are not here. Do you understand? I’ll follow you to death, Angel. At least in death, I can be with you again.”

  “You don’t mean that.”