Page 4 of Seduced by the Viking (Bound and Betrothed #5)

CHAPTER 3

A fire of lust burned between Grethe’s legs, insisting she continue to enjoy his mouth. He groaned, opening to receive her tongue and prolong their union.

She hadn’t expected to crave the stranger nor to wish for another coupling so soon. Yet, staring into his eyes, she had the strongest urge to ride him again.

That would show Sven!

She shifted, untangling herself from the prison of his limbs.

I’ll take what I want, riding him to the peak—which is more than Sven ever accomplished!

She imagined it was her old love bound before her as she pulled at her sleeves. Rolling down her bodice, she swore it was Sven’s eyes she saw widen.

“Here! Show me what you can do to please me.”

“Gladly.” Despite his damaged fingers, he brought his free hand to cradle one breast before pinching the bud hard between thumb and forefinger.

The noise that left her mouth was guttural.

His breath was warm against her skin as he took her nipple between his lips and tugged hard, drawing it deep.

By the gods!

The sensation ratcheted her desire.

“Suckle me!” Grethe hardly recognized the hoarse command as her own, but her hips jolted forward as she instructed him. “Worship my breasts!”

She’d never dared speak so to Sven, but she imagined him now, tied up and forced to please her—as the newcomer was doing.

Ha! What fun it would be to make Sven satisfy her that way!

Or, better, to compel Sven to witness as she mounted the stranger over and over, taking everything she longed for. She’d revel in Sven’s powerlessness, knowing he’d never enjoy what she was giving willingly to this stranger, knowing he never would!

The thoughts amplified her arousal, demanding she move over him until her hips rocked at their own pace.

Without hesitation, she hoisted her skirts to find his staff and, clasping his organ, maneuvered it into position. Her labia were wet, enabling him to slide effortlessly between her folds. With his attention firmly on her bosom, she grazed the place that brought pleasure at the apex of her thighs, chasing the tumult she knew was possible.

Coming up for air, he replaced one suckled breast with the other, and Grethe dove back into the fantasy of Sven’s rightful humiliation.

Oh, yes! This was far superior to the first frenzied bout of rutting.

What would she say to Sven as she ground upon the stranger’s staff?

She’d tell him that he’d never have the pleasure. Make him writhe with frustration as he listened to her noises of copulation. Make him regret that loss, as the rasping giant’s face contorted with ecstasy, shooting his seed full inside her!

Grethe dropped back her head. Limited she might be in her knowledge of the ways of men, but she’d toyed with her body enough to know how to achieve her satisfaction. If she kept up this pace, that’s what would happen. Both she and the man between her thighs would soon be shouting in triumph.

It’s what Sven deserves.

For him to witness my delight while he receives none!

With her eyes closed, she envisioned him held captive, obliged to watch her coupling.

The nub between her legs tingled as she ground down upon the stranger’s hard length.

Sven should be here. He should be made to suffer! He should be ? —

The image was splintered by the wave that crashed over her, eclipsing all thought of Sven. Overcome by the weight of sudden pleasure, her body tensed as she shuddered to her climax.

Only distantly was she aware of the stranger’s grunting satisfaction. However, when she opened her eyes once more, she was met by his conceited expression.

“You have quite the appetite!” There was no hiding his smug smile.

Her euphoria was immediately dampened, replaced by irritation.

“And now I’m done with you.” It had been a mistake, making herself vulnerable by letting him see her engulfed by passion. Better to remain guarded and in control.

Yet when the promise of pleasure beckoned, I so easily yielded!

She’d intended to relish his torment, commanding him as she took what he had to offer. Inadvertently, she’d come across as far too willing. The fool would think she was available to rut whenever it pleased him. He’d be insufferable!

“You’ve had your fun.” He gestured to his withering staff. “Now, untie me. I have places to be.”

Hadn’t she already settled this matter? Clearly, the oaf hadn’t been listening.

“Too bad.” She yanked her sleeves back into place, covering her breasts, then rose to stand above him. Mindful of how he’d grabbed her before, she stepped to the side. “You’re mine, given to me when your ship wrecked upon our shore. ”

A crease split his brow. “Shipwreck?”

“Aye.” A cruel desire to inflict pain upon him stirred inside her.

The man with the inked body was not Sven, but he was the closest she’d get to revenge upon any man. She wanted him to hurt, for him to know even a fraction of the pain she’d endured after Sven had forsaken her.

“Only a handful of you were found, now shared among us. As for the rest of your crew, there was no sign. No doubt, swept off by the sea, they’re long since drowned.”

“You’re wrong.” His frown deepened. “We’re to sail today. I need to get to the harbor. Cease this nonsense and let me go.”

She paused at his apparent bewilderment. Did he truly not know what had happened, or did the brute only feign ignorance?

I wouldn’t be surprised.

Grethe struggled to have faith in anything that came from a man’s mouth anymore. It was another legacy Sven had left her.

“You’re going nowhere.” Whatever remorse arose in her at his confusion abated just as quickly.

Men were tricky creatures. She’d do well not to dwell on his feelings.

“You’ll stay where I want until I’m finished with you.” She folded her arms across her chest, pleased by the way he slumped. “Keep me happy, and I’ll consider finding this jarl for you.” Grethe had little inclination to do so, but a compliant captive would make things go easier.

He rubbed his temple. “I don’t understand. We were to sail this day, and yet now you say…” His voice trailed away, his brows knitting in obvious turmoil.

“It’s as I’ve told you.” She huffed, lowering her hands to her hips. “You’d do well to listen. Now, rest there.” She pointed to where he was sprawled, as though he had a choice. “I’ll see what can be done to feed you.”

“I…” Once more, his words halted, but she’d no patience to stay and soothe him. He’d have to come to terms with his lot, just as she had done.

Turning on her heel, she stalked away. She’d enjoyed the rutting more than was right, but it was almost more satisfying leaving him on his backside in the dirt, reeling from her revelation of his true circumstances.

She took one final glance behind her. Slumped on the ground, the stranger looked forlorn. Grethe barely bit down the smile that rose to her lips.

Good.

He was just as she wanted him.