Page 18 of Hungry Like a Wolf (Vikings Rock #3)

For a second, she was blinded by the wool and then she was in his arms. He pulled her close with one hand set over her ass and the other in the small of her back.

“You are mine to touch,” he said, “as I am yours to touch.”

Her hard nipples scraped against his chest.

“Hold me,” he said, squeezing her closer still. “You must learn me as I learn you.”

She bit on her bottom lip and stared into his eyes. Then she smoothed her hands from the rounds of his shoulders to his thick neck and then back down to his biceps. His flesh was warm and smooth and seemed to almost vibrate with the strength lurking beneath the surface.

He roamed his touch up her back, to her neck, then down to her ass again. He traced the shape of her waist and the flare of her hips.

Her breaths quickened and she ran her palms down his wide back to his ass. It was pleasingly taut and a sexy fuzz of hair covered each buttock.

Her breath hitched. Was this a sin? To enjoy a man’s body this way?

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his lips almost touching hers. “And I like your hands on me.”

“I’m glad.”

“Touch me here too.” He pulled back a fraction and took her right hand. He angled it between their bodies. “Touch my cock.”

She gulped. “But shouldn’t you just…”

“Shh, trust me, remember?”

She nodded and slipped lower into the warmth between their bodies. When she found his cock, she gasped at the size and steely hardness of it.

“Mmm.” He closed his eyes. “Now hold it firm. Learn me.”

For a moment, she hesitated, then, watching his rapt expression, she took it determinedly into her fist.

He groaned low and guttural.

She tightened her grip and ran her hand down to the base.

He groaned some more, a long expulsion of air.

“You like that?” she asked, hoping he did but not entirely sure.

“Fuck. Ja , I do.” He opened his eyes and looked downward. “Your little hands on me… Fuck…”

She stroked him some more. His body tensed and his cock twitched within her hold. “Ravn.”

“Carmel. So good…Mmm…” He cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. His warm tongue probed and there was a little more urgency in his kiss than there had been before.

A flutter of excitement caught in her belly and she pressed her legs together as heat went to her pussy. Instead of feeling weak and overcome, as she’d expected, right now, she felt as though she held the reins. She was the one controlling his pleasure.

She ran her thumb over the tip of his cock, through the deep slit there. The glossy surface was a little damp.

“I don’t want you to stop, but I think you should,” he murmured, canting his hips for her touch.

“Why?” She held him firmer.

“Because it is not time for me to spill my seed yet.” He suddenly caught her wrist, halting her movements. “And if you keep doing that, I will.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry.” He half-smiled. “You can play again later, as much as you want.”

Before she could reply, he scooped her up. Next thing she knew, he was laying her on the soft furs that covered the bed. Her head sank into a feather pillow and he settled at her side.

“You have perfect breasts,” he said, cupping the right one and squeezing it gently. “Look how they fit into my hand.”

She didn’t answer but watched him and concentrated on the sensation of him caressing her breasts. Sighing, she closed her eyes.

And then her nipple was encased in wet heat. Opening her eyes, she saw that he’d taken it into his mouth.

“Ravn.” She ran her hands onto his hair. “Oh, but… Oh, that feels…” She let out a moan that sounded more like a needy whimper. A need for more?

After a few minutes, he switched to the other breast. Her nipples were so hard and tingling, the weight of her breasts seeming to have increased.

An aroused state of being had taken over her.

Every patch of skin became more sensitive and between her legs, her pussy, there was a dragging, hot sensation that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.

“You are beautiful,” he murmured, kissing up her neck. “And you taste delicious.” His lips were damp as he smiled down at her.

“Are you going to…do it now?”

“We should see if you’re ready for me.”

She frowned. “I don’t know how.”

“It’s easy,” he said. “Touch yourself between your legs.”

“But…?”

“Just do it.” He raised his eyebrows as though challenging her to disobey.

“Touch myself?”

“ Ja .”

She swallowed and ran her hands over her flat belly to the patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs.

“Lower,” he said. “Touch your cunny, your entrance.”

She parted her legs, just a little, and delved lower.

“What do you feel?” he asked.

“My-Myself.”

“But not like usual, right?” He searched her eyes. “You’re hot and wet and you have a hunger down there you didn’t know you could experience.”

She nodded.

“Tell me how wet you are?”

“That is a shocking question.”

“It is one I need to know the answer to.”

She smoothed through her soft folds, prodded her entrance. She was sopping, like nothing she’d known before. Her eyes widened and her breaths quickened. “I am very wet.”

“Which tells me you want me,” he said with a grin. “That you are ready for my cock.”

“Oh, I don’t know about—”

He was over her, between her legs, his weight held on his elbows. “We are man and wife. This will happen.”

She stared up into his eyes. The depths glinted with longing.

“And I believe you are ready,” he said.

“But how do you know, Ravn?”

“Because your cunny is wet. It is a gift from the goddess Freya so that a man’s cock can glide into a woman’s body and it be pleasurable for both parties.”

“A gift from Freya?”

“ Ja .” He dropped a kiss to her lips and his cock tip nudged her entrance.

She tensed.

“No, relax. You must relax.”

“But I don’t know if I can fit you inside me.” She tensed and balled her hands into fists.

“You can. You will.” He pushed forward a little more, gaining purchase.

“Ravn.” She gripped his shoulders.

“Relax, give into it.” He frowned. “And tell me when you have.”

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder.”

She nodded and cupped his cheek. “I can do this.”

“I know you can.” He paused. “Are you ready?”

“Aye.”

“So tell me what you want.” There was a note of tension in his voice, as though holding back were suddenly taking a supreme effort.

“I want…”

“Say it.”

“I want you. I want your cock inside me.” And as she’d spoken, she’d realized it was what she wanted most in the world. To truly connect with her new husband—the only husband she would ever want or need. And it dawned on her: three years wouldn’t be enough time with him.