Viking’s Claim (Kilts & Kisses 4)

“I want you to come, little bird,” I growl deeply into her lips. “I want your little cunt to come for my fingers, I want your honey dripping down my fingers and making a mess of your thighs. I want any man who even comes near you to smell it on you and know you’re mine.”

My fingers roll faster, rubbing her hard-little bud faster and faster as her knees shake and her body trembles.

“Tor—”

“Come on my fingers, little bird. Come for me right now.”

I rub her hard, pressing her into the tree, and suddenly, she’s coming for me. I grunt, feeling her tight little cunt tighten on my fingers as her honey drips down my hand. She cries out, clinging to me tightly as her whole body trembles. My fingers keep moving, pushing and teasing her right through, until she’s gasping for air. And then and only then do I take my fingers away.

I kiss her fiercely and hungrily, growling at how eagerly she kisses me back while my fingers stroke through her lips. I pull away, sliding my hand from between her legs. And with my gaze holding hers firmly, I bring my fingers to my lips. Her eyes go wide, her mouth opening and the flush spreads over her cheeks as she watches me. I wrap my lips around my fingers, grunting at the sweet honey taste of her as I lick my fingers clean.

“You taste sweet, little one,” I growl before I lean in. She moans as my lips crush to hers, and when my hand slips back between her pretty thighs, she gasps into my kiss as I stroke her cunt again. I pull away, bringing my hand up again, but this time, I bring my finger to her lips.

Rhona goes red, her eyes wide as she hesitates for a moment. But then, just when I think she won’t, her eyes lock onto mine, her mouth opens, and she leans forward. Her soft, pouty lips wrap around my fingers, making my cock lurch as she softly suckles at my finger.

“Good girl,” I purr, moving in and kissing her around my finger, the both of us tasting her. My hands move to cup her face as I kiss her deeply, pressing her to the tree as she moans into my mouth. Slowly, I pull away, my eyes blazing, my body aching for more, and my cock thick and hard for her.

I scoop her into my arms, eyes locked on hers as I stride back through the woods, back to the camp.

…Back to show her more.

Chapter 6

Tor

I ignore the stares, the smirks, and knowing looks from my men as I storm back into the camp, Rhona in my arms. Let them wonder. Let them gossip like old women. Let them be envious. I pay them and the rest of the world no mind as stride right for my tent again. I kick aside the flaps of the door and tumble in with her, and then, we’re alone.

Rhona gasps as I toss her down across my fur-covered bed, and my eyes drink her in all sprawled out across it. Eyes wild, hair tousled, a flush on her cheeks.

…Her nipples straining to points beneath her dress.

I stalk onto the bed after her, eyeing her hungrily, wanting so much more of what I had a taste of back I the woods.

“Maybe I ought to tie you up, so you don’t run off again,” I growl. There’s a grin on my face, but when I see her bite her lip at my words—her face flushing pink and a spark of something wild in her eyes, my joking turns to hunger.

“Well, well,” I purr, crawling over her. “A haughty little lord’s daughter like yourself, and I think you just might like it if I tied you up.”

Rhona moans, chewing on her lip, her chest heaving as she eyes me right back.

“You’re making things up.”

“And you’re trying your hardest not to beg me to wrap a rope around your wrists.”

She blushes red, stammering as she looks away, and I growl hungrily, making a tsking sound.

“Now what would those proper lords think? What would all of those fancy ladies with their finery think of you getting all wet at the thought of a filthy savage like me tying you up to ravage and have my way with.”

And damn if Rhona doesn’t moan. She moans, and my cock swells to stone in my breeches, straining at the leather ties keeping them shut.

“I—”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

Rhona moans, panting as her body writhes beneath me on the bed, and I know I’m done holding back.

“How about we find out,” I growl.

“Find out what?” her voice quivers, her nipples so hard under that gown, and I can only imagine how fucking wet her little cunt is.

“Find out how eager your sweet pussy is for me to tie you down and have.”