asked for death or pleasure. “Freely offered.”
He bit me, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to make me gasp. A splash of shock like cold water. The mark throbbed above my pulse.
He lifted me against him, his fingers digging into my buttocks and upper thighs, and rubbed me against him, up and down. Little sparks tingled between us. I clutched his shoulders, gazing into his golden eyes. His long, thick cock, trapped between us, rubbed between my slick folds. I wrapped my legs around his waist, rocking my hips against him as he held me aloft. His muscles were iron under my hands.
He smiled when I shuddered against him. I rode the white-hot edge of orgasm, my calves tugging him closer. Before my climax was spent, he lay me down, drew apart my legs and surged between them. His cock breached my entrance, stretching me, almost too big to fit. He growled and forced himself inside, shattering my first climax and sending me higher. I writhed, half trying to impale myself, half trying to get away.
He held my hips and waited. When I calmed, he rocked back and forth slowly, each stroke going deeper. I stared down at the cock thicker than my forearm disappearing inside me.
Large hands lifted my bottom, tilting my hips, ensuring his cock dragged over a secret spot above my entrance. I clawed at his forearms, desperate for him to stop, to never stop, to break me apart. He did not slow or waver. Nor did he speed his thrusts, even when I screamed curses at him. He laughed in my face.
Climax after climax took me. Only when I relaxed backwards, limp and sated, did he bend over me, brace on one arm, and pound me into the bed. His final thrusts made me bounce. I expected him to root deep and shout his triumph, but he pulled out at the last, and spilled all over. Thick white seed covered my breasts and belly.
At least I won’t bear a child.
Looking down at the mess he made, he seemed pleased. I rolled my eyes.
With a grunt, he took my wrist and directed me to rub the pearly essence into my skin. I sighed and complied.
He strutted to the hearth to get the mead. His cock still stood out from his body, straight and proud. But he let me drink a goodly amount of mead, and wash my hands clean, though he wouldn’t let me wash my body.
I sat in his lap and played with his long, tawny locks of hair.
“You smell like the sea,” I whispered.
He grunted and palmed my breast.
I wrinkled my nose at my sticky state. “And I smell like you.”
Another grunt. This one sounded almost like “good.”
Then, with a gentle but firm grip, he guided my face between his legs.
He took me three more times, once standing by the hearth, my leg propped up in his hold. Once bent over the bed. Then with me on all fours, his length spearing me from behind. My back was covered with his seed just like my front by the time he let us simply lie together and rest.
I was glad I hadn’t been a virgin. Besides the pesky issue of blood, I wouldn’t have known how to handle such a warrior. I was still swimming beyond my depth. Lost in the Sea Wolf’s territory.
The Sea Wolf settled behind me. It was his turn to play with my hair, use it to tickle my ear. I was too tired to do more than half-smile.
The fire had almost died when he leaned close to whisper something. “Ægir.”
It took me a moment to understand. “Ægir?” I repeated the unfamiliar word.
He grunted assent.
“Your name?”
“Mmm.”
“Ægir,” I murmured. “Very well.” I rolled to my side, smiling fully when he curled around me. I’d taken his mark and his scent, and he gave me his name.
It was a start.
The morning sun spilled across Ægir’s sprawled form, turned his hair into a glowing crown. I extricated myself from his hold and tiptoed to the water bucket. I needed to wash, badly. Ægir might not appreciate me clean as much as he did when I was covered in his seed, but I preferred to be less sticky. And if he wanted to spend the morning pleasuring me and spilling his seed over me again... well, I would not protest. Much. I was stiff but not as sore as I’d imagined I would be.
A smile hovered over my lips as I bent