Page 20 of Hungry Like a Wolf (Vikings Rock #3)

T he kiss Ravn fed her was different. It was still full of passion, but also reverence and commitment. It was as though he never wanted to do anything other than lie with her, hold her, share his body with her.

She ran her hands over the warm expanse of flesh of his shoulders then traced the gutter of his spine.

He trembled beneath her touch and another surge of woman-power came over her.

It was warm and settled in her belly. It flooded her veins and filled her heart.

This big Viking warrior was as much under her command as she was his.

They fit together despite their difference in size—despite her being in foreign lands and him being a powerful ruler.

“I am going to kiss you all over,” he murmured against her lips. “And you will love it.”

“I like you kissing me here.” She reached for his face and pulled him in for another kiss.

He gave it, but after a moment pulled back. “I want to know every inch of your body with my mouth.”

The grin he gave her was so sinfully devilish and full of wicked intent that her heart skipped a beat and her belly tightened. “But…”

“Shh, just relax and enjoy.” His hair brushed her chin as he ducked to kiss the hollow of her throat and down her sternum.

She raised her arms and arched her back. It felt so right to be with him like this. Why had she dreaded it? She would do her best to relax into it.

The warmth of his lips spread to her left breast. He kissed the rise and then to her nipple.

The hot, wet sensation of him taking it into her mouth again had her toes curling and her heart rate picking up.

She felt his teeth and his tongue on her erect bud.

It hardened further and she moaned and closed her eyes.

His big, hair-coated body over hers thrilled her and she pressed up to meet him.

He moved to her other breast and cupped her with his hand, still teasing her nipple with his thumb.

If he wanted to kiss her all over like this, she didn’t mind.

After a few moments, he went lower, to her navel, his chest skimming over her thighs as he moved.

“Ravn.” She rested her hands on his head. “I love your kisses.”

He didn’t reply but went lower, parting her thighs wide as he went.

“Oh.” She lifted upward, her legs tensing, and rested her weight on her elbows. “What are… What are you doing?”

“I want to kiss you here.” He set his lips over her pubic hair.

“But…” She squirmed. “I…”

“You what?”

“I… I bled, after…after…”

“After you lost your virginity?”

“Aye.” She swallowed. There hadn’t been much blood, just a few spots, and she’d washed herself clean.

“That does not matter to me,” he said, running his hand from her ankle to her hip and back again as he smiled up at her. “You were a virgin on our wedding night. It is to be expected.”

Before she could answer, he kissed her mound again, then pushed her legs wider, opening her pussy before him.

A tremble of self-consciousness besieged her. The room was lit softly with tallow candles, but still, to bare herself like this to a man, even her husband, was totally foreign.

“You are so pretty,” he murmured, holding her a little firmer, as though sensing her need to squirm.

Her stomach clenched as he held her eye contact, then he poked out his tongue and licked over her sensitive bud.

She gasped and gripped the furs beneath her.

“Keep still,” he murmured. “Trust me…again.”

“But do you…?”

“ Ja , I want to do this. I want to taste you, feel you come beneath my tongue. It is my greatest desire.”

The lust dripping from his voice had her pussy clenching.

And then, as if he sensed that, he pushed one long finger into her.

“Oh!”

“Shh, enjoy. I know I will.”

He closed his eyes and buried his face between her legs, the heated wetness of his tongue laving at her as he gently pumped in and out of her pussy.

She flopped back, one forearm over her eyes as she gave herself up to him. His technique was gentle yet still firm, and he seemed to know all the places inside and out that had pressure building in her pelvis.

His tongue worked her with enthusiasm, as though he wouldn’t stop until she was gasping in delight.

And that was when she felt it, the first spark of the pleasure she’d felt earlier when he’d taken her for the first time.

It was deep in her womb and spread to her nub.

It held the promise of a great wave of release that would result in toe-curling satisfaction.

She groaned and held him within the length of her legs and tilted her hips for more. All embarrassment left her as she concentrated on the building up of that delicious pressure.

He added another finger, gently stretching her, but it also seemed to touch a place inside her that was greedy for more.

“Oh… Oh, please… That’s it. Just there…”

He upped the pace and rubbed her with more firmness.

Soon, she was gasping his name, crying out with the need to hit the high that would have her crashing into release. She thrashed beneath him, taking everything he was giving her.

It was there. The intensity so big, she couldn’t contain it. Like before she held her breath for a few blissful moments then wailed as ecstasy rushed from her nub and her pussy. It pulsed through her body, filled her veins with boiling passion, and wetness gushed from her.

Her new husband stayed with her, extending the moment with his deft actions. She sprang forward, eyes open, and the sight of his head between her legs, moving in time with his tongue, had another wave of dark pleasure gripping her.

“Oh…oh…Ravn!” She clutched his shoulders and pulled him upward.

He raised his head and looked at her. He was grinning, his mouth and chin shiny with her moisture.

“Oh…that was surely…a terrible sin.”

“No, my love, that was exactly how it should be. It is what the goddess Freya demands of her lovers. It is what every woman deserves from her man.

“It was… Oh…” She shook, a delicious tremble, and then she was in his arms as he seemed to hold her together. She sighed and melded into him.

He was breathing fast too, as though he’d been equally pleasured.

Resting her hand on his chest, she closed her eyes, her legs winding with his.

He dragged a fur over them and set his hand on her ass.

Outside, a dog barked and in the distance, an owl called.

They all seemed so far away. The entire village, Tillicoulty, her homeland—it was all so far away. Right now, there was only being in Ravn’s arms, in this bed, in their house.

He kissed the side of her head. “Sleep. You must be exhausted.”

“I am tired, but it is a happy tired.” She paused and circled his left nipple. “A tired that is full of satisfaction, as though I have won in battle, or climbed a mountain, set my spear in the center of a target over and over.”

“I’d say my spear hit target.” He chuckled.

She looked up at him. “You say the most shocking things to a Christian woman.”

He laughed. “I speak the truth.”

She giggled and settled her head back down in the crook of his shoulder.

Soon, her thoughts were drifting and sleep encroached.

An image of Thor’s big, stone face filled her mind.

It merged into a fluffy cloud shape with dark, stormy eyes and a cross for a mouth.

Soon, it dispersed and was blown away and in its place, her dreams were filled with the ocean and forest, birds, fish, and the arms of her husband around her.

*

Carmel slept on and on, a deep, restoring sleep that soothed away the weeks at sea and her nerves at lying with her husband. The warm, dark nothingness was a gentle healing balm.

When she woke, the light of the day pierced a few chinks in the wall with needles of sunshine. Haakon still slept at her side, his breathing steady and deep.

Gently, she stroked his chest, coiling her fingers in the hair there.

It was thick and wiry and filled his sternum.

He didn’t stir and she swirled a little lower, into the dip, before the start of his strong abdominal muscles and where the hair thinned slightly.

It then thickened just before his navel and she touched him here too.

“My love,” he murmured, his grip on her tightening. “You are awake.”

“As are you, King Ravn.”

“This king slept as though dead.” He chuckled softly. “You wore me out, sweet wife.”

“I am glad you are not dead.” She kissed his cheek. “I should hate that.”

“Oh, no, right now, this moment, I am very much alive.” He flicked the fur that covered his legs and reached up to his belly. “And here is the proof.”

She gasped. His dark cock was erect and jutting upward. The end was glossy and his slit a deep ruby red. The sight of his arousal so sudden and unexpected had her stomach tightening and a rush of anticipation gripped her.

He took his erection in his fist and stroked up to the tip, smoothing his thumb over the slit.

“You are so hard,” she said.

“It is what happens when I wake beside a beautiful woman.” He paused. “And all the harder when that woman is stroking my body.”

She made a mental note of that and swirled the denser hair nearer to his cock. “Does that mean you want to fuck again?”

“I cannot imagine a time that I will not want to fuck you,” he said, his voice gruffer than before. “But right now, I have another idea.”

“You do?” She looked up at him, trying to read his expression. She could glean nothing.

“ Ja , I wish you to return the favor.”

“‘Favor’?”

“ Ja , take me in your mouth.”

“Ravn…but…I…” Surely, she’d misheard him. What was he talking about?

“There is no but . I wish for your mouth to be around my cock, as though your mouth were your cunny.”

“You want me to…” Her eyes widened at the very thought.

“Suck me, ja , fuck me with your sweet mouth and tighten your lips around me. Take me deep. No teeth, though. I’m not a fan.”

“Ravn…that must…”

“Do not say it is a sin when it’s pure bliss for a man.”

“‘Bliss’?”

“ Ja .” He squeezed her ass as he seemed so fond of doing. “Your mouth around my cock, warm and wet and adoring, will bring me such pleasure.”

“I did not know.”