Page 25 of Hungry Like a Wolf (Vikings Rock #3)

It didn’t take long to burn the straw that was in it and fill it with fresh. He then strapped it down with blankets and furs and a feather pillow he’d brought and knew she liked. Quickly, he lit the fire in the pit house to rid it of any small creatures and bugs.

He went outside.

And stopped in his tracks.

If he thought the gods had blessed him with a perfect woman, now he knew they truly favored him. More than that, he’d been absolved from his previous crimes and corruptions. That had to be the case. Why else would they have sent this woman, this goddess to him?

She was naked in the stream beside a small fall of water over round, rusty-brown rocks. It bubbled and frothed around her upper thighs and right now, as he watched her, she had her head tipped to the sky, her long, wet hair flowing down her back and her pert breasts jutting upward.

His cock went from soft to hard in about three heartbeats.

“Freya, I will make offerings to you every day from now until my last for your generosity.”

He stepped forward, undoing his belt as he went. It fell to the ground behind him. He hopped on one foot, removed a boot, then the other. By the time he’d reached the shallow bank, he was naked and his blood ran on pure lust.

She turned and bent to reach the soap she’d left on a rock. Her ass stuck into the air now and her hair fell forward. He could just see the lips of her pussy, soft and inviting and all his.

Ravn didn’t even notice the mountain chill of the water as he waded in and it did nothing to dampen his arousal. “My love,” he said, pacing up behind her and clasping her waist. “You are a selkie, a siren, a sea nymph, ’haps all three.”

She gasped and went to turn, but he kept her tipped over the rock before him and stared at her pale, round ass.

“Like this,” he said, angling his erection at her entrance. “I am going to take you like this now. I have waited long enough.”

“Ravn,” she gasped, her voice laced with her longing—a sound he knew well now.

“You tempt me so by bending over in the water, naked, that I feel I have no control over my body. It needs you. I need you.” He pushed into her warm wetness, a direct contrast to the cool water. “Oh, in the name of Odin. Ja …”

She reached around and gripped his thigh as though to keep him there. “Ravn…aye, more…”

“You will get more.” He kept on going, his way eased by her arousal.

When he reached full depth, her sweet body tight around his, he raised his face to Valhalla and let out a long, deep groan.

It was a perfect moment of bliss and contentment and it was all wrapped up in a need to climax and hear her cry out in ecstasy.

He began to fuck her, each swing of his hips taking him deep inside her. He was breathing fast, and so was she. The water sloshed around them, the noise of the shallow falls at his side competing with the pulse in his ears.

Her pussy gripped him and he knew she was getting close. Each time his cock tip rubbed over her sweet spot, she let out a throaty grunt and her fingernails dug into his thigh.

His balls ached and his abdomen was tight with the need to come. “Oh…fuck…” he managed, desperate to wait until Carmel had orgasmed. “Are you…?”

“Aye…aye…” She released his thigh and placed her hand between her thighs. The shifting of her arm told him she was working her nub.

To see that in and of itself was so hot, it nearly had him releasing.

He bit on his bottom lip and closed his eyes. Fucked her harder, dragging her onto his cock as he thrust forward.

“Oh!” She cried out. “Ravn!” Her yell was high-pitched and sang into the woodland. Several birds took to the sky shrieking.

And then she held her breath, her pussy clamped around him for a few delicious seconds and then she was cumming around him. Squeeze and release, a gush of moisture, and her body was shaking and writhing, twisting and bucking back for more.

With a huge sense of relief, he allowed his own climax to claim him and in a rush of pleasure, he filled her with his seed, burying deep, claiming her as his own with each pulse of his orgasm.

“That is… That…” He could hardly string words together, the pleasure was so intense. She’d offered herself to him like this on their wedding night. He’d declined, but oh, it had been worth the wait.

She hung her head and stilled.

He ran his fingertips from the gutter of her buttocks up her spine and brushed her hair from her nape so it hung over her right shoulder. “Did you enjoy that?”

“You know I did.” She was breathless. “It’s so…so deep.”

“Maybe we have just made our son.”

“I feel like we might have.” She pushed forward and his cock slipped from her pussy.

“My love.” He reached for her and pulled her close. Her nipples were hard, little pebbles against his bare chest. “ Vi skal knulle hele dagen og hele natten mens vi er her .”

“And that means?” She touched his cheek and smiled.

“‘We are going to fuck all day and all night while we are here.’”

“Suits me.” She reached up and kissed him. “That really, really suits me.”

As her tongue tangled with his, a new heat rushed to his cock and he knew he’d be hard again within minutes. His new wife was too tempting and he had no intention of resisting.