Page 21 of Hungry Like a Wolf (Vikings Rock #3)

“I have much to teach you.” He grinned, that wicked, exciting tilt of his lips that did funny things to her insides.

She gulped and wondered briefly if her husband was the greatest sinner of all or if every man asked this of their wives. She pulled in a deep breath. “So you had better teach me this too.”

“I am sure it will come naturally.” He applied gentle pressure to her shoulder, as though urging her down his body the way he’d slid down hers the night before. “Do what feels right and you will soon know if it is.”

She came face to face with his cock and he released it as though offering it to her to play with.

Play, aye, that is perhaps what I should do.

She took it in her hand and mimicked his previous movement, stroking it from root to tip.

He groaned and let his head flop back, his abdominal muscles tightened.

“You’re hot,” she said. “Your cock is hot.”

“And you’re making me hotter.”

The bliss-soaked rumble in his tone gave her a smidgen of confidence and she held his cock still, poked out her tongue, and swept it over the tip.

“Ah, Carmel… ja …more.” He rested his palm over her head. “More of your mouth.”

His cock pulsed and the masculine scent of him filled her nose. Heat from his body poured onto hers and her pussy quivered with anticipation.

“Please.”

Again, that sense of feminine power came over her. Ravn needed her in a real basic, primitive way right now and she felt ten times taller, a hundred times stronger for it.

But she would give him what he was practically begging for.

She opened her mouth and took the shiny, domed head of his cock between her lips.

He groaned, long and guttural. His body seemed to vibrate as though energy were battling to release.

Taking him a little deeper, his slightly salt flavor slid onto her tongue. She liked it—a lot—and wrapped her tongue around his thick shaft as if enfolding it in a blanket.

His fingers tightened in her hair and his thighs shook.

She guessed she was doing it right.

With her right hand, she caressed his leg, sweeping upward to his balls. Gently, she tickled over them with her fingernails.

“Oh, in the name of Odin,” he muttered. “Carmel…”

That was his way of telling her he liked what she was doing. So she took him further into her mouth, until her cheeks puffed, and she cupped his balls so she could gently stroke over the sparser hairs at the base of them.

“Mmm… ja …fuck…” he moaned. “I like that.”

She guessed he liked it a lot. So she pulled back, until his cock tip was sitting on her lips, then sank onto him again, feeding him into her mouth with her free hand.

His cock twitched and he lifted his hips slightly as if wanting to thrust into her.

“As though your mouth were your cunny.”

His words came back to her, as did a memory of the night before. Him gently sliding in and out of her pussy in a steady rhythm. Was that what he wanted now? She didn’t know, but she’d give it a go.

Bobbing up and down, she took him to the back of her throat and then almost released him, keeping her lips a tight band around his vein-rippled shaft.

Soon, he was moaning long and low. He drew up his legs and dug his heels into the furs. His hand on her head followed her movements and he gripped his other hand into a fist.

A slick of salt-laced liquid coated her tongue and spread its flavor. When he hit the back of her throat this time, she swallowed her saliva. The action tugged on the tip of his cock.

“Ah, fuck.” He bucked his hips. “Carmel…”

He was close to spilling his seed, she knew that much. So she continued what she was doing. His balls receded into body and his cock stiffened to steel. He was gasping with each breath and his body as solid as rock beneath her.

“It’s coming…” He panted. “Get ready… It’s…coming.”

He held his breath and she upped the pace using her hand on his slick cock as well as her mouth.

Then suddenly, a great wave of release filled her mouth. His cock throbbed as she swallowed.

He cried out in his own language, the deep bellow echoing around the room and up to the rafters.

Her pussy clenched and her heart skipped along in excitement. What had she just done? It had felt amazing—it still did—to feel him getting such pleasure from her.

Another release flooded her mouth. He thrashed beneath her for a few seconds, but then his hands were around her upper arms and he pulled her up his body so she was lying flush over his.

“Carmel.” He was breathing fast as he pushed her hair over her ears and stared up into her eyes.

“Ravn.”

“That was… You are…”

“I am a quick learner?”

For a moment. he said nothing, but then he nodded and laughed. “ Ja . You are.”

“So I did it right?”

“You do not even need to ask that question. You know the answer in your heart.”

He pulled her down for a ravenous kiss and held her close, as though he’d never let her go and never want another.

Carmel had dreaded her wedding night all of her life. But in reality, it had been the opposite to the horrors in her imagination. There had been no pain, no humiliation, no battle of wills. Ravn had given her nothing but pleasure and beautiful memories.

She thanked God for her handsome, knowledgeable, and kind husband.