Vikings' Brides Box Set

by Jessica Knight

  “Is he really as ruthless as the rumors say?”

  “Worse,” I grin with pride. “I’m lucky to have a leader such as him.”

  “You are lucky. My father takes and takes and takes until there is nothing left. Our kingdom is suffering.”

  I want to tell her that once we are together, Lord Grimkael would never let people suffer if he can help. Her people can come to our land, but that’s getting ahead of myself. I shouldn’t be talking like that.

  Oh, but it is what I want.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I say, inching closer to her face.

  She shrugs, drawing a design in the dirt. “It is what it is.”

  “It shouldn’t have to be your life.”

  “Why? Do you wish for me to have more? You hate me, remember?”

  She’s so very wrong. “I do not hate you, Lady Sylvie.”

  “It’s Lady Sylvie now, is it?” She smirks.

  “Habit. I forgot you are no lady,” I chuckle, running my knuckles down her cheek. “You are beautiful.”

  Her eyes widen. “What?”

  I hadn’t meant for the words to fall from my mouth so easily, but they I couldn’t hold them in any longer. “Like you don’t know you are gorgeous,” I say, my thumb rubbing back and forth across her smooth skin.

  “No,” the word but a breathless whisper falling off her lips.

  “I do not hate you.” I bend down and inch my mouth closer to hers. “I hate how much I want you, but I do not hate you.”

  “You want me?” she squeaks.

  I lick my lips and finally take the plunge to do what I’ve wanted to do since the moment I met her.

  I press my lips to hers.

  She doesn’t move.

  I swallow her shocked gasp and take the opportunity to slide my tongue between her lips. She’s nervous, fearful, but she flicks her tongue out, massaging it against mine, and we collide into another.

  Her lips are as soft as silk. Her tongue tastes as sweet as the nectar from a honeysuckle. I’m addicted, and I’ve only had her mouth. I can tell she is inexperienced by the way she kisses. She’s nervous and perhaps a bit scared, but she is eager, meeting every direction I turn. Crawling over her, I align my body over hers, her breasts against my chest, and my pelvis pressing down against her. There’s no way she can’t feel how hard she makes me.

  Her arms fold over my neck, and she pulls me closer, gaining confidence as she searches my mouth with her tongue. With every lick, my cock gets impossibly harder. I do my best not to let my hands wander too much. I want her to control this. I want her to go at her own pace.A voice in the back of my head is telling me to stop. This is bad. This coupling can’t happen. There will be punishment if anyone finds out.

  But I can’t help myself, especially when she whimpers into my mouth, sucking my bottom lip and nibbling on the swollen flesh with her teeth. Her fingers dig into the skin of my back, and I thrust my hips forward, unable to control my urges any longer. I haven’t dry humped a woman since I was a teenager, but no other woman has felt better beneath me.

  The hard ridge of my cock must rub against the bundle of nerves between her legs. Her body trembles beneath me, and at the same time she cries out, clutching onto me with big, wide eyes. She breaks our kiss, staring up at me with glossed over eyes. She blinks, trying to bring herself back down from the high she just experienced.

  Her hand rears back and slaps me across the face. She gasps, throwing her hand over her mouth.

  I reach up and rub the spot that burns from her palm. “What the hell, woman? What was that for?”

  “For kissing me!” she screams. “I didn’t want to kiss you.”

  “Sorry, darling, but a moment ago, it sure as hell felt like you wanted to.”

  She gasps, going to slap me again when I catch her by the wrist. “I was blinded by stupidity,” she offers weakly, biting her bottom lip when she looks down, where we are still pressed down on one another.

  “Do not hit me again,” I growl. When we get to know each other better, I’ll tell her how much I actually liked it, but right now, she slapped me because she is scared of the repercussions. It won’t be easy being together, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be worth it.

  “Don’t tell me what to do!” She lifts her head up, seething between clenched teeth.

  Always so stubborn.

  “Or what?” I breathe against her skin, running my nose down the smooth canvas of her cheek. “Tell me you don’t want to kiss me. Tell me you don’t want this. I’ll get up and walk away.”

  “I—I d-don’t want this.”

  I smile when her voice wavers and her eyes drop to my lips. Oh, she isn’t fooling anyone, but I’ll play along. “Right.”

  “Right, then.” She nods, placing her palms against my chest to push me off.

  I decide to play this out. I’m not going to fight this anymore. “Well, if that’s what you want. I am a gentleman, whether you believe it or not.”

  With every ounce of willpower that I have, I roll off her and stand. I may need to step out of the cave and relieve my aching cock. I’m so hard, it physically hurts, but it is pouring rain outside again.

  “We should get out of these wet clothes or we will get sick,” I say, trying to take my mind off of how badly I want the sweet cherry between her legs. Thinking of her cold, sick, and tired is enough for the boiling passion in my heavy sack to calm, helping the blood flow from my raging cock back into my body—where it is most needed. I inhale through my nose and out of my mouth.

  Inhale.

  Exhale.

  Inhale.

  Exhale.

  “I’m not getting naked in front of you. Kissing you was a mistake, don’t try and get me naked.”

  I do want to see her naked, more than anything, but the rain doesn’t seem to be slowing, the temperature is dropping, and our clothes are wet. I have to keep the fire going and honestly, staying warm and safe is the only thing that is able to keep me away from her and not steal her lips with another kiss again.

  “Fine. Freeze for all I care.” Oh, I care. I wouldn’t mind warming her body up with mine, which we would be doing right now if she didn’t slap me across the face. I need to stop thinking about that kiss and how perfect her body fit under me and against me.

  I shuck off my pants and lay them near the fire next to my shirt, but not too close since I don’t want the only clothes I have to go up in flames.

  “What are you doing?” she yelps.

  “I told you, I’m going to get warm. What you do? Well, that’s up to you.” I smirk, feeling her gaze on me. I flex every muscle in my body to seem harder and more defined. Sitting down, I pull my legs up and place my elbows on my knees, letting the fire warm my damp, cold body.

  It feels good.

  Even though she would feel better.

  “You have no decency!” Sylvie scoffs.

  “Nope,” I pop the word off my lips. My cock and balls are out for the entire world to see, and I know she is getting a good look. I made sure of it. I’m still half hard from our little kissing session. I’m not a small man, so I know what she sees.

  “Feels good.”

  “What does?”

  “The fire. I feel better already.” I shrug, tilting my head back and closing my eyes to let the heat sink into my body. All I see is the image of us going hot and heavy on the cave floor, remembering how her lips felt against mine.

  “Fine! You win,” she huffs, stands, and the rustling of her clothes make me snap my eyes open.

  It’s like a dream. I swallow, not bothering to cover my cock as I watch her take her clothes off. The rain pouring behind her is the perfect back drop. The shoulders of her dress fall first, showing the smooth ridge of her collarbones and flawless chest. Sylvie tugs the material lower, exposing her heavy breasts paired with bright pink nipples that I want to lavish with my tongue.

  Sylvie continues to shimmy the dress down her waist. A hint of her ribs are exposed, not enough to worry
about her weight, but from her stretching her body straight to get the gown over her wide hips. Once she does, more of her pale flesh is exposed, along with her belly button. I imagine my tongue dipping inside the shallow hole for a taste. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her hips are finally exposed, wide and curvy, revealing thick thighs that I want to bury my face between.

  The wet material finally falls to the floor around her feet and she kicks it away. Sylvie bends over and straightens out the material by the fire on her hands and knees.

  On. Her. Hands. And. Knees.

  She’s out to kill me.

  My cock is pointing straight to the ceiling, oozing precum and pulsating with hot blood, filling more by the second. She’s fucking stunning. The flames cast dancing shadows along her skin, showing me all the areas on her body my hands should be.

  Because that is where they need to be. Worshipping her until she realizes that I am not her captor, but her savior, sentencing her to a life of love and laughter everyday—forever.

  And, of course, incredible sex.

  How the hell am I going to be able to keep my hands to myself, my thoughts in check, and my desires locked deep inside when she is dripping from head to toe in everything I’ve envisioned a woman to be?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sylvie

  “Goddess,” I hear from Trident.

  “What?” I cover my breasts with my arm, feeling overly exposed. I can’t believe I got naked in front of a man. I have never done that, but Trident takes away my reasonable sense. He isn’t good for me, even though the feeling of him against me was more than amazing.

  “Nothing,” he says, but his eyes are glued to me, heated, full of something I’ve never seen in a man before… is it desire?

  His cock is hard. Even from the other side of the fire, I can see the vein. It’s long, protruding, like a ridge in the thick monstrous flesh. It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen a man’s cock before, but I bet they don’t get better than his. I knew it was big when I felt it against me, while we were kissing, but I never imagined it looking so intimidating.

  My thighs clench together, wetness dripping from my sheath. He makes me nervous. A man like Trident must have so much experience. That body, his handsome face, his large cock, there is no way women aren’t throwing themselves at him constantly.

  “You shouldn’t cover yourself. You are a beautiful woman. I won’t touch you again. I give you my word.” He stays on the other side of the fire, redirecting his gaze to the roaring fire as if he is trying to concentrate on not looking at me.

  What I hate is that I want him to touch me again. I want him to look. I want to feel his lips against mine. I’ve never felt anything like it in my entire life. Slapping him was merely a reflex. I was scared and surprised with how he made me feel. What he ignited in me tingled every inch of my body, made my stomach flutter, and my skin heat. It was an overload of sensations, and I had no idea what to do with them.

  So I slapped him, going back to the only way I knew how to be—defensive. I needed him off me so I could think. With his body heat radiating against me, the strong pounding of his heart against mine, the thick tip of his cock pressing against my sensitive clit, I couldn’t think. And I needed to take a moment.

  Right now, I regret it. I wish I could have gone through with it instead of feeding into my fears. I’ve felt more alive with Trident than I have in my entire life. Closing my eyes, I slowly remove my arm from my breasts. My palms are sweating, and my muscles are quivering from my nerves spasming off one another.

  “What if I want you to look?” I ask, low and quiet, hoping there is a chance he might not have heard me.

  I want to explore this more. I can’t keep lying to myself. I want him.

  He glances up from the fire, and I swear, there are flames burning in his eyes. Trident’s large hand moves from his knee to his cock. He gives it one stroke, the red tip peeking out from his fist. “Are you sure about that, darling?”

  Darling. I love it when he calls me that. His voice gets deeper and slightly hoarse, as if he just had a glass of mead.

  “I’m sure.” I nod, my throat dry as I watch him pleasure himself.

  “Good. Not having my eyes on you was too hard,” he grunts, stroking himself faster. He uses both of his hands, stroking himself up and down. His red tongue wets his lips, and I lean forward as if the fire isn’t between us, wanting to give his mouth another taste.

  I almost fall over, face first into the dirt from my attempt, but I catch myself before I look like a fool.

  “You look like you’ve never seen a naked man before, Sylvie.” His hips flex as he thrusts into his palm. His rough, calloused palm that I want to feel against my skin.

  “I—”

  My voice cracks.

  “I haven’t.” My cheeks are hot, and I hope he can’t see how embarrassed I am.

  “Are you a virgin, darling?” he asks on a stuttered breath.

  I nod, unable to form the words on my tongue as I watch his body move and flex. His biceps bulge as he grips his cock, and his neck tendons are tight as he tosses his head back, grunting and panting from how good he is making himself feel.

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.” His hips become erratic as he slides himself in and out of his palm. Trident’s lips part, and he says my name as streams of white erupt from his cock, coloring his chest.

  I gasp, watching his girth flex and tremble from release. At this point, my pussy is aching and throbbing, desperate to be touched. I run my hand down the skin of my throat, my skin sensitive from the show Trident just gave me. My breasts are full as I cup them, tweaking my nipples for the first time. I whimper. I’ve never pleasured myself before. It feels so good.

  “That’s it. Touch yourself; you gorgeous woman. Show me what you like done to you,” he says.

  “I don’t know,” I whine. “I’ve never done this before.” I hate to admit it. My hand journeys lower apprehensively. I take my time, trailing my fingers along my ribcage, and the sound that leaves my mouth is something I’ve never heard before.

  “Oh, well, you are doing a fantastic job of discovering yourself. It looks like my darling has a hot spot along her ribs. I’ll make a mental note of that.” He grins.

  I lock eyes with him as he watches me intently. Keeping one hand on my breast, I roll my nipple between my fingers, pinching it until the point of pain. I inhale a sharp breath as pins and needles spread around the pink bud. My other hand travels over the red bush between my legs. I bite my bottom lip into my mouth, letting two fingers slide through my wet folds. Trident is stroking himself again, and at the same time I notice his hand wrapped around his cock, my fingers graze over a very sensitive spot. The same spot his cock hit before.

  “Oh, Trident,” I whimper, letting my eyes close as my fingers flick the sensitive nerves. “Feels so good.”

  Sooner than I ever expected, my hand leaves my pussy, and when I open my eyes, brows furrowed, I see Trident, staring at me with a hot, intense gaze. He flips me to my back, spreads my legs, and buries his face in my most intimate place.

  “Trident, what are you−−−oh! Oh, goddess,” I moan as he sucks in the that sensitive nub. He drives me wild, flicking his tongue over it and nibbling it with his teeth. His tongue dives in my virgin slit. The pleasure is too much. I don’t know how to handle it. My eyes roll to the back off my head at the same time my hands hold on tight to his hair.

  This is so amazing. Yes, this is what I wanted. Yes.

  He comes up for air. “You taste so fucking good.”

  He spreads my pussy lips with his fingers and dives in again. “Like honey and sugar,” he growls, diving in face first again.

  My fingers clutch onto the dirt as I writhe and moan. My legs shake and my back arches from the ground. I can’t think. I can’t form words. He lashes my sheath with his tongue, eating me as if I’m his favorite feast.

  “So tight. I can barely fit my tongue inside,” he grunts, more to himself than me. />
  I try not to think about how his cock is going to fit, but the worry is taken from me when a slow burn swirls in my lower abdomen. My toes tingle, my head swims, and a floating sensation comes over me. It’s something new. I’ve never experienced this before. I’m on the edge of pure bliss, but it’s too much. I can’t handle it.

  “Trident,” I whimper as I try and push him away, but he only licks me harder and faster. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

  He doesn’t say anything. He keeps me pulled tight to his face with his hands against my hips and spears me with his tongue over and over again, flattening the wide appendage over my folds, and sucks my clit into his mouth while shoving one finger inside me.

  My soul leaves my body.

  At least, that’s what it feels like when I scream Trident’s name at the top of my lungs so loud that there is no doubt that if other people were on this island, they would hear me. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I want to feel it again and again and again until I’m drunk off it.

  My body shakes from the aftermath. My hands fall to my stomach as I try and catch my breath. I feel faint. Goddess, what the hell was that?

  Trident comes up from between my legs, his chin wet and his cheeks flush with a shade of red that can only be from exertion and lust.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” he says, curling over me until his pelvis and mine are aligned. “Have you truly never orgasmed before?”

  “Orgasm? Is that what that was?” I choke out. “Wow. I can see what the fuss is now,” I giggle, high on the feeling. Tremors still shake through me.

  “I’m so glad I get to experience all your firsts,” he whispers against my lips. The wetness from my pussy is on his around his mouth. It tastes different. It isn’t bad, but sweet in a way. He places his lips against mine.

  “Really taste yourself. See why I’m addicted to you.” His tongue dives between my lips, and the flavour explodes on my taste buds. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me up from the ground, and his palms cup the back of my head, kissing me deeply. My breasts are against his chest, and his cock is at my entrance, waiting to slip inside.