Page 35 of The Viking in the Vault (Galactic Librarians #2)

RAGNAR

S he is divine.

My mate—my fenvarra, my perfect Elena. I have worshiped at her altar for hours, and yet, I have no desire to stop. My hunger for her is endless, insatiable, primal. She has surrendered completely to my touch, my mouth, my hands…to me.

Elena no longer speaks. She doesn’t need to.

Her body talks for her: back arching, hips rolling, limbs shuddering as she grinds down against my mouth. Her fingers curl around my antlers to brace herself, searching for control she no longer possesses.

She is wild, unrestrained, undone.

I did this to her.

And that knowledge only makes me harder, hungrier.

She gasps, her thighs tightening around my head, and I groan as I devour her—tongue pressing deep, lips closing around the swollen bundle of nerves at her center, licking, sucking, feasting. Above me, she whimpers, a high, breathless sound of surrender, and I feel her fall apart again.

I’ve lost count of the number of times she has come…sobbing my name, her ability to speak collapsing into nothing but helpless babbling.

Gods, I could stay here forever.

But she has asked me to fill her, to fuck her, and I intend on fucking her well before the next day dawns.

She is trembling above me, her body soft and pliant, her breath coming in shallow gasps as I press slow, soothing kisses to her inner thighs. My hands slide up, caressing her skin, guiding her.

She is ready.

“Come here, fenvarra,” I murmur against her skin, wrapping my arms around her waist. She lets out a shuddering breath, and I barely see her hair sway above me as she nods, still gripping my antlers for support.

Gently, I slide my hands down to her hips and lift, finding her weightless in my arms as I pull her downwards.

Her hands press against my chest and she sighs—a deep, blissful sound of surrender—when she feels my cock press at her entrance.

It reminds me of how I’ve ached for her, how I have struggled through doing my duty to her even as I reveled in it.

Her wet core brushes against me, clenching, kissing at the head of my cock, and we groan together.

Gods of Kanin…preserve me.

My breath shudders out of me as I cup her cheek, guiding her lips to mine. I kiss her slow, tender, deep, because this moment is everything.

“I am here,” I whisper against her lips. “I am yours, Elena.”

She rests her forehead against mine, reaching up to tangle her fingers in my hair as she slides her cunt along my length. “Are you going to fuck me now?” she breathes.

I hum low in my throat. “Do you still wish for this?”

She nods, opening her deep brown eyes to meet mine. “Yes. Please .”

I grip her hips, steadying her, reveling in her.

And then, slowly, carefully, I guide her entrance to my cock…and I slide her down my length.

Elena’s breath hitches as she takes me in, inch by inch, swallowing every ridge with a gasp. The feeling of her wrapping around me almost undoes me, and I grit my teeth as I watch the rapture play out across her face.

Gods, I will never deserve this. I was blessed to find this female.

She lets out a broken, breathless moan, tilting her head back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. I groan, my control fraying, teeth clenched as sheer need floods through me.

“Ragnar…”

“Does it hurt?” I ask, giving her time even when I want to roll her over, to plow her, to give into the heat.

“Feels…you feel so good,” she whispers.

I slide a hand up her spine, coaxing her closer, pressing my lips to her throat. “To be buried inside you is something divine, Elena.”

She moans, fingers gripping my shoulders, and she somehow pushes herself down even more, takes me deeper.

I’m left speechless, a ragged groan tearing from my throat as she takes all of me, her walls fluttering, adjusting, clenching tight around me in a way that makes galaxies spin behind my eyelids.

I do not move.

I don’t dare move, for fear of losing control.

“Go slow,” I growl into her ear. “Feel me, mate.”

She nods, her hands tracing circles around my tattoos, and then—with aching slowness—she moves.

Yrsa help me .

I groan as she rocks her hips, lifting just enough before sinking back down, her body gripping me like a vice. She clenches around me when I’m deep inside her again, and she raises herself up so she can see me, her breasts grazing my chest.

“I love how you feel inside me,” she gasps.

A violent shudder rocks through me at her words, and I thrust upward unintentionally. Elena does not react with pain; she hisses out a breath, then makes the most delicious sound I’ve ever heard pass her lips.

She has no idea what she’s doing to me—how close I am to snapping, to breaking, to unleashing every inch of control and taking her the way I have wanted to since the moment I found her in these very tunnels.

I grip her hips, trying to still her, but she moves again…and as if she is reading my mind, she looks down at me and smiles. “Don’t hold back,” she whispers.

I shake my head. “But…I could hurt you.”

“You would never hurt me,” she replies, brushing her thumb over my lips. “I don’t want you to be careful. I don’t want you to be afraid. I am yours …and I want you to fuck me.”

And that…that undoes me.

A deep, guttural growl tears from my chest as I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me in a swift, effortless motion. She gasps her hands flying to my antlers, and then she tilts her head back and moans when I pull back and thrust back in again.

“You want all of me?” My voice is low, rough, shaking with need.

She looks up at me, pulls herself closer, gripping my antlers and wrapping her legs tight around me.

“ Yes ,” she breathes.

And so I give her all of me. Everything.

I pull back and rock my hips forward, burying myself inside my mate. She keens, arches—I do it again. Again, again…

Her body welcomes me with every stroke, gripping me, drawing me in, and I am certain that I fulfilled my promise—because I said I would make her come until her body pulled me in like I belong inside her, and she does.

Elena gasps, her fingers tightening around my antlers, and a shudder rolls through me, primal and sharp.

“Beautiful mate…” I groan, starting to thrust faster, harder. “You take me so well. Your cunt is perfect.”

“Ragnar…”

I groan, lowering my forehead to hers, our lips parting to inhale the other’s breath.

My pace turns frantic, desperate. I thrust deep, drag out, make her feel every inch…

before pulling back and giving her more.

She lets out a pleasured sob against my mouth, rolling her hips to take me even deeper, her legs locked around me.

“This is fated,” I rumble. “Divine… yes …”

She lets out a breathy, choked sound as I graze my teeth against her throat, one hand moving from my antlers to scrape her short fingernails down my back. She hangs on, hand like a claw against me, and I use the new position as an opportunity to slip my hand between us, finding her clit.

She’s getting close again; I can feel it.

My mate is about to come on my cock.

“Come for me,” I whisper against her lips. “Come for me now, Elena.”

She shatters.

Her body locks up, her walls clenching so tightly around me that my vision blurs, my control slipping.

I plow into her, deep, hard, rough, and she takes it, loves it .

Her cries echo through the pod, my name on her lips, and I don’t stop; I keep moving, fucking her through it, her arousal coating my cock as she takes all of me.

I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my days.

“Elena,” I rasp, beginning to lose my rhythm. I’ll come soon, fill her… “I need…”

She tilts her head up, presses her lips to mine, her hands cupping my face.

“I want it,” she whispers. “Give me everything.”

And I do.

With a final, broken moan, I spill myself inside her, and I promise myself I will give her everything—my body, my heart, my soul.

I collapse against her, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure crashes through me, drowning me in her. My mate. My fenvarra. My everything.

Elena trembles beneath me, her body still pulsing around my cock, milking every last drop of my release. I groan, pressing my forehead to hers, overwhelmed by the intensity of it.

Of us.

The heat lingers, a slow, molten pleasure that settles deep in my bones. I cradle her against me, pressing my lips to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. I never want to stop touching her.

I slip a hand beneath her back, rolling us to the side so she isn’t crushed beneath my weight, grabbing a pillow to rest my antlers comfortably.

Elena lets out a small, satisfied sound, her body pliant, boneless, completely spent.

I pull her against my chest, holding her close, my cock still nestled inside her, unwilling to part from her warmth just yet.

The silence between us is thick with sated exhaustion. I feel the rapid beat of her heart begin to slow, her fingers tracing mindless patterns across my skin.

I close my eyes, exhaling slowly.

She is mine.

And I am never letting her go.

After a long moment, she sighs, her breath a soft, contented whisper against my throat. “I think you broke me,” she mumbles.

A deep chuckle rumbles in my chest. “I did warn you.”

She shifts slightly, her body still wrapped around me, and I groan at the sensation of her tightening around my softened length. I am still hard enough to take her again, and the thought tempts me—gods, it tempts me—but I can feel her exhaustion.

I press a kiss to her brow, sliding my hands down her back, kneading gently at her muscles. “Sleep, fenvarra.”

Elena hums a little in response, but she doesn’t move to pull away. Instead, she snuggles closer, her breath warm against my chest, her fingers drifting idly through the hair at the base of my neck.

I feel her relax completely.

I have never known peace like this.

Holding her, feeling her melt into me, knowing that she is mine.

As the warmth of exhaustion tugs at me, I wrap my arms around her and press my lips to the top of her head.

“I love you,” I murmur, the words escaping before I can stop them.

Elena stills. A single heartbeat. Two. Three.

Then she tightens her hold on me, pressing a lazy, affectionate kiss to my chest.

“I love you too, Ragnar,” she whispers.

I close my eyes, letting it settle deep into my soul.

And then, with my mate in my arms, I finally rest.