Authors: Anne Marsh
He was so damned big. She couldn’t stop him.
And yet he held himself in check.
Every cell in her body responded, wept with sensual welcome. His tongue found a sensitive spot on the side of her clit that had her gasping, her fingers tugging at his hair. He was immovable. He’d found what she liked and nothing would stop him from giving it to her.
“Soft and wet.” His rough praise rolled over her. “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you in that cage.” His tongue moved lower, finding the entrance to her body, and pressed in. Raw pleasure streaked through her, and she groaned.
He drew back, watching her face. “I wanted to get
inside
you.”
“Whatever you want,” she panted as one large finger tested her entrance.
Oh, gods
.
“I’m not a small man,” he warned and tucked his finger against her, forcing just the tip of himself inside the tight flesh. She clenched around him, and he kissed the sensitive fold. Just right. Just enough. Bright, white-hot pleasure.
She screamed his name, arching into Var’s hold.
“Yes, just like that,” Var’s husky voice crooned in her ear. “I’ve got you, baby. Let him make you feel good.”
Vikar wasn’t done with her. His mouth licked a wicked, wicked path, naughtiness she’d never imagined as he dragged his tongue through the thick folds and his finger pushed deeper inside her. Forcing her to take him, to melt around him.
“I’m going to kiss you next,” Var warned, and there was no missing the heated press of his erection against her back. “You’re going to scream for both of us, Pure. Take orders from both of us. No mercy.”
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She hid it well, but his Pure was nervous. He could smell her fear and uncertainty, a cold scent to her skin that didn’t belong. But she was heating up. He’d coax her to come undone. Like a particularly tricky stretch of water. Guide her where he needed her to go with a light hand.
Tonight he gave orders and she took them.
“Take me in your mouth.”
She came right to her knees. No hesitation. And maybe he should have hesitated, because when she palmed him, he about came in her hand. Her palms were warm, and she wrapped him up one finger at a time, as if measuring the length of him. He was no small man, but damned if she didn’t make him feel large as Ymir, the ice giant.
“Now.” No hiding the rough need in his voice, but she’d offered herself. And he wanted
this
, so badly his hands shook with his need. Her own hands slid up, curling her palms around the tip of his cock, and her head went down. And down.
On occasion, his lovers had offered him this service, but none so enthusiastically. She gave him her eyes, holding nothing back from him. No, she watched him as she took him deep, his wet, hard length pushing through the soft ring of her lips. Her tongue stroked him once, twice, as, gods, the sweet suction threatened to send him right over the edge.
He jerked, and she groaned before sliding her mouth over his greedy member once more. Gods, yes. He fucked her mouth like he wanted to fuck her, and there was nothing
nice
about how she made him feel. He was a rutting barbarian bastard, but she’d chosen him and chosen this.
Var’s hands pressed her thighs apart.
She resisted, for just a moment. “Open up,” Vikar demanded. “Now, Pure.”
She gasped around him, but the hard swat Var planted on her ass had her sinking down further on his finger. Riding him. Taking him.
His stubborn, fierce Pure needed to be mastered. And Vikar was just the Viking to do it.
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Just like that, Var’s touch sent her over the edge.
“Yes.” The word ripped from her as the unexpected orgasm rippled through her. Vikar pulled his cock free from her mouth, and she reached for him even as she arched in Var’s arms.
So much, so fast.
Would they mount her now? Would they push her down, spread her legs wider? That one wicked finger took her and pleasured her, and she
knew
these men would be larger. Rougher. Vikar’s cock didn’t fit in her mouth, so how was she supposed to take him all the way into her body?
Nerves. She wasn’t supposed to feel
nerves
. She was an ice maiden. Cold. Calm. Logical. Oh, gods, there was nothing cold about the way her Vikings made her feel.
But he kissed her and he touched—and Var did as well—and all those fears slipped away in the heat they roused in her. Var licked the soft curve of her breast, curling his tongue around her nipple and sucking the delicate flesh in a long, hot assault on her senses. Hands found her stomach and breasts, her thighs, explored on and in her, and she rode their fingers as they stroked her, pumped her. Not hurting her, but inexorable. Forcing her to ride out the pleasure with them.
“That’s once.” Rough promise filled Vikar’s voice. One orgasm wasn’t enough. She panted for air, their nest of covers too hot, her skin slick with sweat. Two tongues tasted and pleasured, and all she could do was hang on for the dark ride, her sex wet and needing.
Vikar moved down her belly, smoothing over the soft curve. His fingers parted her, holding her open for his kiss. She cried out, fingers clenching on his shoulders. She wanted to touch him, to give him this pleasure too, but holding on was all she could do now. And
feel
. Odin, how he made her feel. Pleasure whipped through her as he kissed her and kissed her, his fingers dancing knowingly over her soaked folds as his tongue explored.
Behind her, Var shifted, sliding lower. His hands cupped her ass, massaging her.
“More kisses,” Var rumbled from behind her. “That’s all, baby.”
His hands gently parted her cheeks, and she recognized instinctively what he intended. Her muscles clenched in anticipation, nerves.
Wicked
.
A rough cheek pressed against the curve of her ass, waiting for her to relax or to tense with anticipation, she didn’t know. Vikar’s mouth didn’t give her any respite. Her climax was coming, her body clenching in anticipation.
Var’s tongue dipped slowly into the crease between her buttocks. Soft and sure. Darkly sexy. His tongue dipped lower and found the second, hidden hole. Circled and dipped in. Carnal heat tore through her and she whimpered.
Too much, so good.
“You ready for us now, baby?”
“Gods, yes.” The words tore from her throat in a harsh, needy whimper. “Take me now.”
Vikar rolled, bringing her gently down on top of him. His cock stretched her, pushing deep. The loss of her virginity was a tight pinch and then gone. Maybe, if she was lucky, he hadn’t even noticed. He certainly hadn’t stopped moving, and the almost feral sounds coming from his throat were hardly questions. He was as lost in this pleasure as she was.
He lifted her up, his cock pulling out of her, almost to her opening. Her fingers carved red crescents in the sun-bronzed skin of his shoulders as he pushed back in. Thick. Filling her. So, so good. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She was
free
. Free to enjoy this, enjoy him.
Enjoy them both.
His hands guided her hips, working her pussy back down onto his cock. That felt good. Not good enough, though. She wanted him touching her clit too. She wanted to move, to take him like he was taking her. His face tensed beneath her as he lifted her, the powerful muscles in his arms flexing. Gods, he could do this all night.
Except she’d come. The pleasure was too intense to last that long. He’d made her come once for him already.
“Twice,” he rasped, and she recognized that erotic promise. Just as she recognized that breathless, impossible feeling building in her pussy, the sensation transforming her into someone boneless and mad and greedy.
No
. She wouldn’t be beat in this battle they fought.
“Once,” she growled right back at him. “For you.”
Lifting herself over him, she slid her body off his hard length, freeing herself from his possession until just the tip of him rested inside her creamy slit. Then she pushed down, taking him deep and hard. Riding him. His big body jerked, that part of him buried inside her surging upward as a husky groan tore from his throat. Her berserker liked that.
This lovemaking had the same rhythm as battle. Her body took his like a sword slamming into a sheath. He drove into her, and the tight fit sent more of those exquisite sensations boiling through her.
Yes
.
He cursed, wrapping his arms around her, taking her to her side. Holding her, positioning her for his pleasure. And hers. Each thick thrust of cock hit sensitized nerve endings, pressed against her clit.
More
. She could feel him fighting to drive himself in, pull out. Her body was tight, but he conquered her inch by heated inch. Mastered her.
Var moved behind her. That made her nervous all over again, but his big hands just traced a sensuous path down her back and over her ass, deliberately parting her cheeks. The pleasure was so good, the delicious heat of exposure and the answering pull in her pussy.
One finger stroked the small puckered hole, spreading some kind of lotion. The thick finger spearing her wasn’t coy. He pressed, her muscles yielding to his determined assault. Caressed wickedly. There was no time to worry or over-think the unfamiliar sensation. He popped through the tight ring.
Var’s voice was a harsh rumble in her ear. “You okay, baby?”
“She can take you.” Vikar’s thrusts pushed her back into Var’s arms, onto that invading finger. Opened. Taken.
Var’s finger matched Vikar’s rhythm, dark satisfaction pounding through her. This was wicked. This was what she’d wanted, what she’d needed.
Her Vikings weren’t done with her.
As she straddled Vikar’s hips, riding his cock, Var swung between Vikar’s legs. His cock was a heated weight against her back, sliding lower until he tucked the broad head against her small rear opening where he’d made her wet. So she could take him.
“Let me in.” The words were more hoarse plea than demand.
“Yes,” she whispered. She pushed back, he pushed in.
The sensation of two cocks pressing in and out was impossibly good. Dropping her head onto Vikar’s shoulder, she lost herself to the pleasure. There was nothing she could do but
feel
.
Two pairs of hands on her hips. Calloused. Skin roughened from sword work. The slow, lush glide of first one man and then the other. Holding her up. Holding on to her. Feelings and more feelings. No more ice. She couldn’t possibly get any hotter. Each deep stroke ruthlessly building the pleasure. Fucking her together. She wished she could see them both, see the two cocks moving in and out, driving her higher and higher until there was nowhere left to go.
She shattered, screaming, and they came with her, pumping themselves into her body. She convulsed around them, burying her face and her fingers in their arms, breathing in their scents and the words of praise as they tightened and lost themselves.
A hand rubbed her back as she began to tumble over the edge and into sleep. Another pulled her close against a hard, warm body.
She wasn’t sure who had plundered whom.
Chapter Four
Vikar’s eyes snapped open. He’d slept. That was unusual enough, but he was wrapped around Pure like white on rice. Skin to skin. After he’d had her last night, he’d cleaned her up and tucked her in next to him. Curled up beside him, she breathed in and out, each soft exhalation feathering against the forearm he had braced underneath her head. He wanted to touch her, learn her, but, fuck him, he had a job to do here. He’d get her to that California port she’d named. That was the deal. Fuck her, deliver her, and move on—which left him stuck between two wrongs, without an out clause.
Her lashes fluttered and she stretched sleepily, not opening her eyes. He knew when awareness hit her hard and she remembered where she was and with whom. She paused, just a moment, then finished stretching, eyes shut, tucking herself up against him. He loved the warm, sleepy weight of her. Sliding her hair to the side, he pressed his nose against her skin and planted a small chain of kisses on her.
“Vikar.” Her voice was heavy with sleep. He liked that his name was the first word out of her mouth in the morning. “What are you doing?”
He stared at the vulnerable skin of her neck. He should have been asking himself that same question. That was pack behavior. Possessive and affectionate. Surrounding himself with her, covering himself with her scent until the two of them
blended
. Whatever she was and wherever she’d really come from, his Pure wasn’t a Viking.
She was his temporary lover and his means to an end.
And yet, unexpectedly, he had the urge to tell her precisely what she was asking. Tell her how the heat licked through him until all he wanted to do was hold her, kiss. Lick every inch of her until she was hollering for him and he was putting himself deep inside her.
Urge
.
She’d urged him to make a bargain with her. She’d sworn she was no virgin, had coaxed and teased him into taking her with him.
Why?
What had she really wanted from him—and had she got it yet?
His eyes narrowed. Pure was keeping secrets.
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She was no longer immortal.
Pure pried her eyes open, swimming up through a fog of exhaustion. She drew in a deep breath and wondered how long she could pretend nothing had changed. It was still dark, and the sleeping bag was a welcome thickness beneath her. What she wanted to do was sink into all that plush and let sleep reclaim her, but there was someone lying next to her. She didn't think Vikar was asleep, either. One big hand petted her shoulder, dipping into the hollow.
Truthfully, she felt almost the same. Losing her immortality had left her sore, yes, and there was a warm ache between her thighs. The muscles of her ass protested too, like she’d clenched one time too many. She’d come out of battle less weary, however, and this time she’d
won
. The Valkyries were all maidens, and now that she’d rid herself of that condition, Odin no longer had a hold on her services.