Vikings' Brides Box Set

by Jessica Knight

  “You are beautiful,” I mumble behind her hand, sounding a bit incoherent. I tuck a piece of her red hair behind her ear, loving how soft it is. She slaps my hand away.

  “You can’t talk your way out of everything.” She blushes.

  My hands find the small of her back, and I hold her close, taking her into the room until her back hits the wall next to the bathroom door.

  “Oh, but I can,” I run my index finger over her collarbone watching the skin pebble from my touch. “So sensitive,” I marvel, loving how she responds to me.

  “Not fair,” she trembles.

  “I don’t play fair, or must I remind you of how you got here?” I rub my nose against hers while my hand trickles down her arm until I can reach for the knob. Her flush runs down her neck, and her breasts rise and fall with every breath. The closer I get, the faster she breathes.

  The door squeaks, breaking the connection between us. She swallows and tries to compose herself. Sylvie dips under my arm and disappears into the washroom. I suddenly don’t feel so tired. I take off my shirt and step in, kicking the door shut behind me with my boot. I toss my soiled shirt on the floor and Sylvie cranks the well water filling the basin, lighting a fire underneath to get the water warm.

  She doesn’t look up at me.

  I take off my boots, and they hit the floor with a solid thump. She still doesn’t look at me. I undo my pants, tossing the dirty material next to my shirt and stalk forward. I grab her chin with my hand and force her to turn her head to look at me.

  “Why are you being so bashful, darling?” I ask, concerned at the look of nervousness on her face. Her tongue flicks out to wet her dry lips, and her throat bobs as she gulps. Her freckles disappear behind the red tint covering her cheeks, and she shakes her head.

  “Tell me,” I command, lowering my voice until it is drenched with authority.

  “I don’t know. It’s different here. It was just us on the island. What if someone comes in?”

  My hand skims down her neck, and my fingers twitch to pluck her nipples. I tug the string that is keeping me from seeing the rest of her body. When it is loose, I run my finger under the neckline, making my way over to each shoulder to tug the sleeves down. “I’d never let anyone see you so vulnerable. You are mine.”

  “Are you mine?” she whispers.

  “For as long as you’ll have me.” I hope it is forever. That is something else I want to talk to her about before her father comes here. If we are married, there is nothing they can do. It will only be harder for them to separate us. And I’m willing to do anything at this point.

  Anything.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Sylvie

  Trident’s words comfort me. I’m not sure why I’m so nervous being here alone with him. It’s his home. It makes everything more real. Everyone he knows is here. His family and even the other women he’s been with previously. There are outside obstacles that could affect us. I know I can’t measure up to some of the women he has been with here. On the island I was the only woman, but here, what if I’m not good enough for him?

  “Come on, let’s get in the bath, and you can tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”

  He has done nothing to show me he wants anyone else. It’s just my own insecurity. I nod and take his outstretched hand to help me in the tub. I lift my leg and dip my foot in first. The warm water is a beacon, sucking me in until I find myself sitting neck deep in lavender infused water. Trident comes in behind me. His massive form makes the water rise a bit until it sloshes over the side.

  The fire lets out a loud sizzle and crackle as the water falls into it.

  Trident washes my back, and while he does that, he rubs my neck and shoulders, digging his strong fingers in the tight muscle. “That feels so good,” I groan, tilting my head to the side as he rubs a certain spot that has been bothering me over the last few months.

  “Better watch out. My cock is going to get jealous.”

  I giggle. “It’s still you.”

  “Yes, but my cock has an entirely different mind.”

  I splash him with a bit of water, and he chuckles, pulling my back against his chest. His soft lips kiss the shell of my ear, making me shiver.

  “Tell me what’s on your mind,” he says quietly.

  “What if you get bored of me?” I ask. He starts to wash my hair, massaging my scalp. “What if you see an old flame and want her instead of me?” I decide to let out my trivial worries and tell the truth. He is the first man I’ve been with, and I’m not too sure what is expected of me here.

  “Darling,” he croons, and the soft tone causes my heart to melt. “I could never get bored of you. Even when we sit in silence, I’m having the best time of my life.” Trident places a kiss on the side of my neck, right where my pulse is the strongest. “It’s why I think we should get married before your father comes here.”

  I turn around in his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. “You can’t be serious,” I say in disbelief. “It’s only been days.”

  “Days too long, in my opinion.” His fingers dig into my arse as he rocks me against his hardening cock.

  “You have lost your mind,” I say, my jaw nearly hitting the bottom of the tub. But my surprise turns into a moan as the thick rim of his cock rubs over my clit.

  “Tell me you don’t want to,” he growls, rocking me back and forth on top of him and causing the water to ripple around us.

  I toss my head back, and my hands land on his chest. The rush of desire flows through my body. “I do want to. I’d do anything with you,” I whimper.

  Trident has all the control right now. His fingers are holding onto me so tight, my skin pinches underneath the firm grip. It’s impossible for him not to leave marks.

  “You’ll marry me?” he asks, rocking me faster.

  “Yes!” I moan, moving with him as best I can.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes, Trident. Yes, yes, yes!” I quake when my orgasm suddenly hits me, shattering every and any ability I have to think clearly. Every nerve in my body is firing, but he is still rock hard. He hasn’t come. And by the way he is staring at me, I have a feeling that’s about to change.

  “I can’t get enough of you.” Trident’s eyes dart over my face, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  “I hope not.” I kiss the thick muscle along his neck.

  He puts a finger under my chin and looks me in the eye. “I’m serious. About marrying you.”

  His hands drift down my spine, and I shiver as if it is cold, but it isn’t. The bath is very warm. He lifts my hips up slightly, the cool air breezing over my wet skin, and he angles his cock toward my entrance. “And not just because your father is coming,” he says with finality, like there is no room for argument.

  We moan in unison as his cock breaches me. He is wide and long, and the slower he enters me, the more of him I feel. Every inch of his flesh rubs against my private chamber. “You fill me up.” I tighten my grip around the back of his head, pulling on his hair.

  “You are so tight,” he struggles to say. His jaw is tight, the muscle ticks on the side near his ear. I think it is sexy. His jawline is more pronounced when he does it. I let my hands travel to his cheeks, grasping the sharp masculine bone that his face is carved of like stone. His beard scratches my palms, and when I look into his dark green eyes, he is as rugged and beautiful as I ever dreamed. He is perfect.

  When I’m fully seated, I lift up again, slamming down onto his cock, but Trident stops me before I can go any faster. “Stop. I just want to feel you for a second. There’s no need to rush. We have time.”

  We don’t actually have time. We only have two days until he is locked away again for who knows how long. But I can see where he is coming from. We can savor this moment.

  “I love how you feel around me,” he whispers, his voice low and monotone, like he is hypnotized or dazed. He stares at his hands ski
mming up my sides. “I’m captivated by you, enamored, enraptured, whatever you want to call it. All I know is that it completely overwhelms me.”

  The rush of emotions that take over my body make me lift on his cock again, but his hands stop me, holding me tight against his cock.

  “I want you,” I whine, circling my hips to feel him move inside me. I need something from him. Anything.

  “Just be patient, darling. Be patient. Feel me like I’m feeling you.”

  A heavy dramatic sigh escapes me, and I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring our lips together. Our kiss is slow. At first, our tongues do not meet. It’s a dryer kiss, our lips melting together. His are soft and full, and the longer the kiss lasts, the more I understand his insistence on taking our time.

  My entire body tingles. My mind and body relax, but I’m still aching for him. Instead of a burning fire it’s an ember, slowly simmering my body with need. I can almost taste his care and gentleness. No one has ever made me feel this way before. No one has ever cared for me in such an intense manner like Trident has.

  Our hands roam over each other’s bodies—just feeling each other. He holds the weight of my breasts in his palms, and when he does that, he usually pinches my nipple, but not this time. With a caress as light as a feather, he brushes over them with his thumbs. It makes me break the kiss and gasp from the tenderness. I want to rock against him, and controlling that urge is harder than I thought.

  I whimper against his mouth, and he growls, lapping at me with his tongue. He brushes his fingers down to my arse, rubbing gently along my puckered star before gliding down to where his cock and I are connected. He pushes his finger inside me stretching me further.

  I break the kiss again and press my face against the crook of his neck, inhaling the lavender and the natural musk of his skin, gasping from the sensation. Trident still doesn’t move, and my pussy begins to ache.

  “Trident,” I whimper against his lips. “I need you.”

  “I know what you need, darling.” Trident pulls his finger out, and I let out a breath of relief from not feeling so stretched. “I’m just enjoying touching you. It’s getting me so fucking close,” he admits, moving his hand to my sensitive bud between my sheath.

  “Close?” I say, half-blitzed out of my mind.

  “Just touching you makes me want to fill you up with my come.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth digging into the flesh.

  The words make my hips flex forward. I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel him in my depths. I want to milk him until his seed warms my womb.

  “Sylvie,” my name is a warning.

  But I don’t stop. I disregard what he says and rock my hips back and forth, riding him fast and hard. The water sloshes over the edge of the basin, dripping onto the floor. The sun shining through the windows shines against Trident’s eyes, and his pupils dilate to sharp points showing the how green his eyes truly are. They remind me of endless fields of grass after a fresh rain. It’s stunning.

  He wraps an arm around my waist and yanks my head back by my hair, thrusting into me. The force yanks a cry from me, mixed with pain and pleasure. He is deep, deeper than he has ever been.

  “Oh, Trident!” My mouth drops open on a silent moan.

  He places his feet against the basin to get leverage and it supports him more than I expected it to. He fucks me quick and hard. His sack slaps against my arse every time. I’m not even doing anything. I’m just sitting on top, holding his chest for dear life as he takes me for a ride.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” Trident rumbles, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. He bites down and my orgasm explodes from me again. Convulsing, I toss my head back more and scream his name for the entire kingdom to hear.

  “I feel your walls clamping down on me. You feel so good. You like my cock, darling? You like my cock fucking you?”

  “Mmhmm,” I whimper. He doesn’t slow down, punching a spot inside me repeatedly until my orgasm builds up again. I’m still shaking from the last one. The sensitivity from the last one is still there, tingling my insides.

  “Goddess,” Trident says, as if it is a curse. In a quick motion, he flips me around and my hands land on the edge of the bath. He cups one breast and slaps my arse, railing me from behind. “Tell me you love my cock,” he demands.

  “I do. I love it!” I shout, my hand reach behind to grab his tree trunk of a thigh.

  “Tell me you want my come.”

  “I want every drop of it, Trident.”

  He curls over my back until his chest hair tickles the spot between my shoulders. He flattens his tongue along my spine and licks a path up the raised ridges. His teeth take small bites, sucking on my skin and then letting it go with a loud plop.

  Trident rakes his fingers down my ribcage, scratching deep enough to leave red lines, and I drop my head to the rim of the tub, unable to hold myself up anymore from the intensity of his touch. It’s all so much.

  His lips. His body. His hands. His touch. His fat cock. His perfect, expert thrust. All of it combined is enough for any woman to lose her mind. It’s how I’m exploding again, coming on his girth with a silent scream. I don’t have enough energy to use my voice. I’m wrung dry.

  He pushes as far as he can inside me three times before he grunts. A shock of warm cream bathes my channel. With every thrust he pauses, shooting one stream, pulling out, and punching forward again, holding himself in place.

  Trident leans back, taking me with him. My back rests against his chest, and we lay there for a minute in silence. We are still connected in the most intimate way. There’s nothing much to say, not when the silence says everything. It’s full of love. It wraps around me tight like a cocoon.

  “Let’s get you washed up, and then we shall go to bed. We need the rest.”

  “Okay,” I bend over to grab the soap. His cock slips out, and he groans, making me look over my shoulder and smile.

  “Don’t look so smug. You know what you do to me.”

  “I know.” I shimmy my shoulders a bit, proud and confident that I can affect a man like him. He is so big and strong. It’s hard to believe I can make him feel so good and lose control so easily.

  “You little minx.” He grins, grabbing my side and tickling me.

  I scream with laughter and kick the water beneath me. It splashes everywhere, but we don’t care. “No more, no more,” I gasp, laughing harder than I have in ages.

  “I love your laughter. It’s beautiful.”

  “You’re just saying that,” I say, my cheeks tinging with a bit of pain from how hard he makes me grin.

  “No,” his voice is serious as he cups my face. “No, I’m not. I love you.”

  I hold my hand over his and close my eyes, pushing a little harder against his palm. It’s amazing how much he has changed my life. I haven’t forgotten what lies ahead of us, but we will figure it out together. “I love you too.”

  “I know,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice. “I feel it. You show it. And I couldn’t be happier.”

  I keep my mouth shut, but I could be happier. I want us to be done with all the outside drama. Once that is taken care of, I know all the chains that hold us back will let us go.

  We will be free together. And I can’t wait.

  I’ve waited long enough for my freedom.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Trident

  Lacing up the back of her dress is making me hard. Again. We just got done having sex for the third time in less than a day, and I still haven’t gotten enough of her. I just want to loosen all the ribbon and slide it off her body again or keep it on and lift the skirt.

  “You’re insatiable,” she giggles, meeting my eyes in the reflection of the mirror. She catches me eating up her body with my gaze and biting my bottom lip as I brush my fingers over the soft skin of her back.

  “I can’t help it. You’re so damn beautiful. I want you all the time.”

>   “I’m a little sore,” she whispers, lowering her eyes to the floor as if she is ashamed.

  I spin her around, worried that I hurt her. “Darling! Did I do something that—”

  “No! Nothing like that.” Her cheeks blush. “We’ve just had a lot of sex, and I’m sore. That’s all.”

  “I’m sorry, darling. I should have kept that in mind. I shouldn’t have been so rough.”

  Her fingers play with my chest hair. “I like it when you’re rough.”

  I throw my head back and groan. “Don’t talk like that. I want you right now.”

  “I can’t believe you still have that much stamina. Your balls must be—”

  “Looks like I’ve arrived at a bad time.”

  “Mother?” I say in surprise, wondering what she is doing in the castle and outside my room.

  My mother and I have been on the outs since the storm, and she insulted Wulf. It’s not that I haven’t forgiven her. I’m just wondering what she and I have in common now. I’m not too sure. It seems the older I get, the more she and I bump heads, and the further apart we get. I grab my shirt from the bed and cover myself, not liking that I’m so exposed in front of the woman that birthed me.

  “Goddess,” Sylvie whispers low enough for only me to hear, but I know why she is embarrassed. She was just talking about my balls when my mother interrupted us.

  And for a brief second I thought this day was going to be amazing. “Mother, can this wait? Sylvie and I—”

  “This is about you and… her.”

  I push Sylvie behind me and step forward, not liking how my mother just addressed the woman I love. My mother is a proud woman, but I will not tolerate her disrespecting Sylvie. “She has a name, Mother. If you came here to insult her, which means you will be insulting us, you can go.”

  Her dark hair is long and braided, the long thick rope falling over her shoulder. She seems a little older than I remember. More wrinkles decorate the sides of her eyes, and her frown lines are more pronounced.