Viking’s Claim (Kilts & Kisses 4)

“Yes, little bird,” he chuckles deeply. “It is.”

“Well I’m so very glad that I’m able to amuse—”

“I am sorry, Rhona.” His words are deep and low, rumbling through the air as I feel him move in close to me from behind.

Damnit.

Instantly, the attitude and the indignant spitefulness I’ve been building up inside of me begins to melt away. Quickly, I gather it back up, determined to be mad at this man for leaving me like he did.

“Anyone could have walked in!” I snap.

“No, they couldn’t have. And they wouldn’t have. They know this is my tent.”

My scowl deepens. “And if they had?”

“They would not have.”

I grind my teeth. He’s avoiding the question.

“Well, if they had,” I mutter, “they would have walked in on me without a stitch of clothing on, tied up on your damn bed like a… like a….” I shake my head, anger fuming through me.

“Like a whore!”

There’s a second of silence after my outburst, and I shiver as I feel Tor’s warm, bare chest rise and fall against my back with his measured breaths.

“Have you tied many whores up in your bedroom, little bird?”

My scowl deepens.

“Have you?” I snap, immediately acutely aware that I don’t think I want to know the answer.

“No,” Tor growls.

“So just girls you didn’t pay at all?”

I can feel him scowl behind me.

“No, little bird. I have not.”

“No stolen highland ladies? All those farm girls you’ve kidnapped to ravage and have your filthy way with?”

Tor’s hand slides around my neck, making me gasp before he gently cups my jaw and turns me as he cranes his head around me, until we’re looking into each other’s eyes.

“No, Rhona,” he growls. “And I don’t steal ladies and farmer’s daughters away, not for… ravaging,” he grins wickedly. “Nor for anything else.”

“Lies.”

His hard smile flashes at me.

“Stories, everything you’ve heard.”

“You’re a Viking,” I spit. “Stealing women away to ravage is what you do.”

Slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, Tor shakes his head.

“It’s not what I do,” he growls lowly, his face hardening. “You want to know my sins, little bird? Fine. I’ve killed. Pillaged, stolen, plundered. I’ve burned down homes and castles, I’ve pirated merchant ships and wagon trains. I’ve made myself wealthy taking what isn’t mine. I’ve cut men in two—good men, some of them.”

His eyes narrow at me as he slowly shakes his head.

“But I do not, and never have, taken a woman for… that. You’ll find that despite the stories and legends about us, that none of my men do either. Other tribes perhaps do, but not mine. Not my people. If I were to learn of even my closest friend laying hands on an innocent woman in that way, I’d cut them down where they stand.”

I swallow, trying to be mad at him, but losing the battle. Damnit why does this particular Viking savage have to be so damn noble? It makes wanting to hate him very, very hard.

“And yet here I am,” I spit back. “Stripped naked by you, with your hands having been very much laid on me.”

There’s a spark of fire that blazes in his eyes for a moment as he studies me.

“So, what am I?” I hiss. “Your little plaything? Your little prize from your conquest?”

He smiles thinly, his eyes blazing.

“Is that what you wish to be?”

I glare at him, and slowly, Tor beings to grin—those white teeth and steely grey eyes flashing.

“Go on, lie to me, little bird,” he groans. “Tell me you haven’t thought about exactly that—of being my little toy to tease.”

His hand slides up my side, fingers brushing every rib until my skin prickles and my pulse skips. His hands slide over my breasts, cupping them firmly as his fingers roll over my nipples. I gasp, arching my back and whimpering in spite of myself as his hands burn over me.

“My little plaything, to taste.”

His mouth grazes the back of my neck, sliding around to find the sensitive spot between my collarbone and my ear. And when his teeth graze my skin, I gasp. His lips fasten tight, sucking at the tender spot as his tongue teases my skin, and I moan, wantonly pushing my body back against his. His rock-hard muscles burn hot against my skin, and when I feel something hard pressing against my ass, I whimper, knowing what it is.

“My little captive,” Tor growls heavily into my ear, making me shiver. “To fuck.”

His hand slides deep between my legs, and when his fingers slide over my slick heat, I cry out in pleasure. Tor chuckles, the sound rumbling through me.

“Just as I thought,” he purrs into my ear.

“Nice and wet for me.” He laughs deeply. “Tell me again that you’re mad at me for leaving you such as this,” he groans against my skin. “Tell me how angry you are. But your naughty little cunt tells me a different story, Rhona. Your eager little pussy tells me you’ve very much enjoyed being my tied little captive. Have you been aching for me to come back and touch your little cunt? Have you been desperate and aching for me? So wet that it drips down your pretty thighs?”