Page 20 of Bats Out of Hell (Vikings Rock #1)

H aakon studied his wife’s flushed face. She’d never been more irresistible with her wide, desire-filled pupils and her lips still damp from his kiss.

“Tell me you want me,” he murmured. “As a woman truly wants a man, not out of any sense of duty.”

She hesitated and he could have kicked himself for asking the question. His cock was aching for her, his heart thudding with impatience. “Kenna, my love.” He frowned.

“I want you,” she said quietly, “but…but be gentle with me. And the ring on your… I—”

“If I hurt you, I would leave these lands with my head hanging in shame.” He pulled her closer and kissed her, relieved when she slipped her tongue into his mouth and searched for his. The last thing he wanted was for her to be scared or hurt by him. He only wanted to make her feel good. So good. The best she’d ever felt.

She moaned softly and the sound went straight to his cock, filling it further when it was already so hard.

He wanted to touch her everywhere but didn’t know where to start, so he slid his hands onto her slender shoulders and then down her lean back. Her skin was like a polished pebble and so warm and alive. She was delicate yet strong and her scent, lavender and the freshness of a spring morning, filled his nose.

His balls tightened and his cock demanded attention. “Kenna,” he managed against her lips. “Sit on me. Take me.”

“I…I don’t know how.” She pulled back and her eyes flashed with uncertainty. “And what if the ring comes off inside me?”

“It won’t. I promise. And it’s easy. Sit like this.” He lifted her by her waist and positioned her pussy over his cock. “Are you wet for me?”

“I…I don’t know.” She pressed her lips together anxiously. “Is that important?”

He smiled at her. “It helps.”

Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue over her sweet, little, pale nipple. It hardened instantly and she gripped his shoulders tighter.

She liked that. Good.

Switching to her other breast, he stroked down her flat belly and to her pubic hair. It was soft and warm and he slipped through it until he found her pussy.

“Oh!” she gasped, her eyes widening.

“Let me touch you,” he said. “I will make this work for us.”

She nodded and nibbled on her bottom lip.

Oh, in the name of all the gods, she was wet and hot and her soft, plump lips were the stuff his fantasies had been made of since the day he’d met her. “Kenna,” he managed. “We will be perfect together.”

He slipped into her entrance, her moisture coating his finger as he drove knuckle deep. Her tightness gripped him and her muscles fluttered around him.

Her lips parted and her head fell back a little as though lost to sensation.

“You are ready for a man,” he said onto her jawline. “Ready for me.”

She nodded and rose a little higher, as though suddenly unsure of his finger being inside her.

“Trust me,” he said, his free hand spanning one side of her waist. “I will make it good for you.” He slipped from her but kept his fingers on her pussy, exploring, searching, looking for the spot that would have her gasping.

There, he’d found it. Her sweet nub.

“You like that?” he murmured, kissing down her neck.

“Oh…oh…yes… I…”

“Shh, just feel.” He rubbed it firmer in a small, circular motion.

After a few moments, she canted her hips, searching for more, and clasped her hands behind his neck. He could smell her arousal now and a drip of pre-cum had leaked from his slit.

“Oh, dear Lord,” she gasped. “What are you doing…? I…”

“I’m getting you ready for me,” he said. “Now it will not hurt. Your body is craving it, craving me.”

“Aye. Aye.” She nodded. “Haakon…I…”

He circled her waist and lifted her slight weight, once again so she was over his cock. “Now you can take me.” In the name of all the gods, if she didn’t, he would die of frustration, of pent-up energy and desire. He’d explode, he was sure of it.

“I just sit?”

“ Ja , just sit.” He gripped his cock, holding it steady for her. “Now.”

Her damp entrance touched his cock tip and he groaned with longing as his ring pulled slightly on his slit—the longing was like a real, wild beast inside of him, clawing for penetration. “Relax, and take me,” he managed, then he found her mouth; perhaps a kiss would help with his urge to throw her to the bed and bury hard and fast and take them both to breath-stealing orgasms.

Sinking onto him, she groaned low and guttural as his cock stretched her entrance.

Her gripping pussy almost had him cumming, but he fought it back and sat as still as he could while she took him another inch.

Then another inch.

Her heat surrounded him. Nothing else in the world existed. King Athol, Ravn, Odin himself could have marched into the room and Haakon would have ignored them.

“I don’t know if—” She broke the kiss and pulled back, her fingers pincers on his shoulders.

“You can. We will fit perfectly together.” He urged her down some more and her pussy took him.

She whimpered, but it wasn’t a sound of pain—it was a sound of deep pleasure. Her head fell back and he cradled her skull, licking his way up her neck.

“Aye, aye, that is it…” she said, her voice strained as she seemed to suddenly give way to him. Taking him. Her ass cheeks landing on his thighs.

He moaned and clutched her to him, her breasts squashing against his chest. Finally. After all this time, he’d claimed his wife.

He let her adjust to his invasion then gripped her hips. “Move, like this,” he whispered.

For a moment, she faltered, then with a little persuasion, she began to rock on him.

He closed his eyes and hissed in a breath. His sweet wife was going to be his undoing. He was at her mercy.

And then she found it. The exact movement she needed so her little nub crushed onto his body, stimulating it the way he’d been with his fingers.

“Oh! Haakon.” She stared at him wide-eyed and repeated the movement. “I…I…”

“You understand now,” he said. “How to find your pleasure.”

She swallowed and nodded.

He cupped her right breast, tugging her nipple through a gap in his fingers. “And I promise not to find mine until you do.” Oh, how he hoped he’d be able to keep that promise.

“It feels good,” she said, rolling on and over him.

His cock was being massaged as she moved. The tug of her body on the ring stimulated him further.

“It feels really good,” she gasped.

“It always will.” He curled his toes and bent his knees, willing his body to obey. He was so close. His cock as hard as it ever got.

She moaned and buried her head in the groove of his neck and shoulder. She was riding him hard now, working her nub on him, her pussy full of him.

He clasped her ass, absorbing the thrusting of her small body on his.

“It’s so much… It’s…” Her fingernails dug into the flesh on his upper arms.

“Take your pleasure,” he almost growled. “Now.”

“Oh, oh, it’s here.” She flung back her head, her hip movements almost violent, and let out a wail of pleasure.

He joined her, crying out as his release blasted up his cock and he erupted inside of her.

Still, she went on, her pussy pulsing around his shaft and her body slick with sweat against his.

Everything about her was incredible. He’d never held such a creature in his arms, or been inside such a beautiful and giving woman.

Then she slumped against him, shaking, trembling, her pussy quivering and her breaths coming like small storms onto his hot skin.

“My love,” he said, stroking her hair. “You are truly my wife now.”

“Aye,” she said, keeping her head buried in his neck. “I am.”

“And I hope you are pleased with your husband’s cock.”

“Aye, I am.” She giggled and lifted her head, looking into his eyes. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me be in control.”

“You control my heart.” He tipped his head and smiled. “You have turned it from a heavy, black stone into red flesh and blood that beats only for you.”

*

Kenna studied Haakon’s flaring nostrils, his lips shiny from their kisses. Perspiration sat on his forehead and over his top lip and his eyes glinted with satisfaction… No, it was more than that. It was male pride, she was sure of it.

“As mine beats only for you,” she whispered, adjusting the leather strap his boar fang hung on.

“Do you mean that?”

“Aye, husband, I do.”

“You have made me the happiest man in all of Lothlend.” His eyes flashed with pleasure.

“You will be happier when you defeat King Athol.”

“King who?” He laughed. “No one else exists for me, not tonight, not here. It is just you and me.”

“And the owl.” She nodded upward.

Haakon chuckled. “Oh, ja , him. He seems to like that spot and at least we know we’ll not be bothered with mice.”

His cock moved inside her, as though it had a life of its own.

“I don’t want to move,” he said. “Having you sitting on me, naked… That’s where I want to stay.”

The wind pressed extra hard against the side of the building and more thunder rumbled in the distance.

She slipped from him. The sweat on her back was cooling and she had to suppress a shiver.

He moaned in complaint but then reached for the furs and pulled them upward, over them both.

Kenna curled up on her side and Haakon scooped in behind her, his big body as warm as any fire.

Her pussy felt swollen and wet and her body heavy. The hunger that had been clawing at her had been satisfied and she sighed contentedly.

“Sleep,” he murmured as he kissed her ear. “And know you are safe in my arms, my beautiful queen.”

She sighed and seemed to sag into his embrace all the more and fall deeper into the bed. Sleep was encroaching fast, the sudden weariness like nothing she’d felt before.

Her thoughts began to scatter, mixing into a jumbled blur, and then she was dreaming. Soft, gentle dreams that were full of the images and sensations she’d just learned.

When Kenna woke the storm had passed. She knew this before she’d even opened her eyes, the stillness almost as loud as the thunder.

Behind her, Haakon kept her warm and his breaths were steady. A smile spread on her lips as the memories of the night before came flooding back.

She truly was his wife now, his queen. After all that worry, her protests, the anxious wondering, she’d lain with him, and to her surprise, enjoyed every moment of it.

She hoped it wouldn’t be too long before they did it again.

His cock was nestled between her ass cheeks and she wriggled a little, feeling the hardness of the metal ring.

He moaned softly and his hold on her tightened.

And then she felt it, his cock growing. Almost magically, it stiffened against her, more and more, until it was totally solid.

“You woke me,” he murmured against her ear.

“I am sorry. I will—”

She started to move, but he gripped her tighter.

“It is not just me you woke, but also my cock. And he’s a demanding bugger in the morning.”

Her heart rate, which had been slow, suddenly tripled. “But I…? Now?”

“Don’t deny yourself this,” he said, kissing her neck and sliding one hand to her breast. “Morning sex is one of life’s greatest gifts.”

Her pussy fluttered and she was aware that it was still a little damp.

“Like this.” He used his legs to part hers and then his cock was there, probing at her, the ring cold and solid against her delicate flesh.

“Can we… I mean, does it work like this?”

“ Ja , and I think you’ll like it.”

As he’d spoken, he’d found her entrance and pushed in.

She gripped his forearms and arched her back. He was so hot and hard and she wanted a repeat of the night before.

“Mmm, ja , like that,” he said, sliding his touch from her breast to between her legs. “Open up and take me.”

He entered her deeper, pushing determinedly but still gently.

Her pussy let him in, and his cock ring rubbed over places that had her closing her eyes and groaning at the new deep, dense sensation.

When he hit full depth, he stilled.

She pushed back onto him, wanting to work her hips the way she had the night before.

“Let me,” he whispered as he found her nub. “I know what you need.”

She groaned as he applied the perfect pressure over and over, rubbing, stimulating. Creating that need for more and more until she burst.

He was breathing hard and fast, his hips thrusting, and he had her body locked tightly to his.

Kenna closed her eyes, lost to him and what he was doing to her. Last night, she’d been in control. Now it was his turn.

And she trusted him. Totally.

“My beautiful viqueen,” he murmured. “We will make such wonderful sons together.”

“And daughters,” she answered breathlessly. “Oh…don’t stop.”

Suddenly, he did just that. He pulled out and tipped her onto her back.

“Haakon!” She stared up at him. “What…?”

“Like this. I want to see your face.” He settled between her legs and cupped her cheeks.

His weight was heavy on her, not too much, but enough to know he was still in control.

His cock found her entrance and she drew up her knees, bucking her hips. Greedy to feel him there again.

“Ah, ja …” he said, staring into her eyes and sinking deep. “Take me like you need me. Like you really need me.”

“I do need you.” She clasped his head, over his ears, the newly shaved skin smooth on her fingertips. “I need you to give me pleasure.”

“That is the only thing that is going to happen.” His body rocked over hers, rolling on her small, hard nub that was demanding attention.

“Oh…like that.” She followed his movement, dancing beneath him for more. “Oh, Haakon, give it to me.”

He gave it, driving into her, almost pulling out, then giving it to her again. Her heart beat wildly, her skin tingled, and the pressure in her pelvis was building. She stared into his eyes, lost to them, lost to him. It was as if she could see right into his soul and she was sure he could see into hers.

And what she saw was a man who was strong and determined, skilled and passionate. He was also loyal and brave and she knew, in that moment, that he’d always be there for her.

And she wanted to always be there for him. Give him heirs. Grow old together.

“My love…are you nearly there?” His brow was shiny with perspiration and the boar fang had caught between their chests.

“Aye…oh…” She pulled him in for a kiss and as their mouths met, her pleasure burst wildly from her pussy, spreading around her body. Shaking her, stealing her breath, pouring through her veins.

He cried out, the sound filling her mouth. She caught it and dragged her nails down his back to his ass, pulling him deeper as she canted her hips upward.

His release was hot and potent and for a moment, his gentleness slipped and he rammed in hard.

This just sent more pleasure racing around her body. She clung to him tighter, fearing she’d shatter if he didn’t keep holding her together.

He broke the kiss. His eyes were glazed as he slowed and retook his weight on his arms.

“My love,” she whispered breathlessly. “I am sure we have made a son this morning.”

“It is my wish,” he said, touching his lips to the tip of her nose. “But if we haven’t, I will not complain, as we can keep trying.”