45. Two
Two
Kayleigh
I smile down at Makenna, who is now six months old and is very upset that her daddy isn’t here to snuggle with after she wakes up from her nap.
“I know you want Daddy; he will be here soon,” I coo to her, but all I earn is a dirty look from her. “I know. I’m chopped liver and no one will ever be as important as your daddy.”
“But you are the most important person in my world,” I hear my husband say as he approaches me from behind. I look over my shoulder and see he is wearing different clothes than he had on earlier and his hair is damp.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. Now I just need to hunt down that fucker’s father. Then all your demons will be ended.”
“I love you.”
“Dadada,” Makenna says and stretches her arms for Erik. He takes her up from my arms, cradling her to his chest.
He bends down, kissing her forehead. “Hi, baby. Did you miss me? I missed you. Daddy was taking care of bad people who have hurt your mommy.”
“Erik.”
“What? She needs to know as long as there is air in my lungs, I will always do what I can to keep you both safe.”
“We are, but let her enjoy being a little girl before we have to expose her to the ugliness of the world.”
“I hope she never has to see it.”
“We both know that is unlikely to happen.” I sigh and run my hands through my hair.
“What is it, seamrag bhea?”
“I’m worried about Mama.”
“I know you are, but whatever the news is, I will be by your side.”
“I know, but between that and what the men following Ellie told us, I can’t help but be worried about the trip back to Ireland tomorrow.”
“I know you are. Because you love and care so much.”
“They are my family. What if it is bad news? How will we survive?”
“You will, but let’s hope it’s not bad news. Why don’t you go relax? I left you something on the bed.”
“What is it?”
“You won’t know unless you go find out.” I try to give him puppy dog eyes, but he just raises his eyebrow, and I sigh in defeat, knowing his stubborn ass won’t budge. I give them each a kiss before walking into the bedroom.
I see workout gear laying on the bed with a note. “It’s been a while since I have had a good chase. You have twenty minutes. Ready or not, I’m going to hunt you down, and when I get my hands on you, I’m going to strip you down, wrap your legs around my shoulders, and eat you until I am satisfied. Then I will fill you with my cock. I will ravish you to the point that you forget your name and will remember for the rest of the week how I fucked you and you will ache for me.”
Fuck. I clench my thighs together. It’s like he has read my mind. I need Erik to fuck me, and I mean animalistically ravish me. The tearing of my clothes, the growling, the clawing at me because he wants me as close as possible.
No getting distracted , I reprimand myself. I grab my clothes and see he only gave me a jacket and leggings. I chuckle as I strip and quickly get changed.
As I walk through the house, guards nod at me and greet me, “Mrs. Duncan.”
It’s still weird being called that, but I also get a rush of pride knowing I’m Erik’s better half. When I finally make it to the edge of the forest, I pick up my pace from a jog to a run. I need to get into the thick of the forest for a better chance at being able to hide.
Branches pull at my jacket as I push past them. I know where I want to hide. It’s an old burrow that animals have used in the past but has long since been abandoned. The entrance is covered by an overgrown bush, and, thankfully, it is late spring and not winter, so the leaves and foliage will help me stay hidden.
Wonder what would happen if Erik couldn’t find me?
I know exactly how that would go. The man would lose his ever-loving mind. Have every soldier out here searching every inch of this forest. I would never let it get to that point, but I also know how he would be afterward, and I would be so sore. Just the idea of how hard he will fuck me and how many orgasms he would bring me… he better find me fast because these leggings are going to be ruined.
I can already feel my thighs are damp.
I get to the burrow and push some of the branches aside to scoot inside before pulling the branches back. I sit down and look for Erik trough the foliage.
I have no idea how long I wait, but I hear his footsteps as he steps on a branch. My eyes bounce around the area looking for him.
“Where, oh where, is my seamrag bhea?”he taunts. I put a hand over my mouth and force myself to calm my erratic breathing.
Where is he? I strain trying to find any indicator of where he is. Maybe I should get up and run further into the forest, but that will give me away. Although I also feel like a sitting duck here.
Fuck it. I move the branches aside and stand up. I look around and don’t see him, so I take off heading deeper into the forest, but I only make it maybe forty steps before arms wrap around my waist.
“AHH!” I scream.
“You’re mine now, seamrag bhea,” Erik huskily whispers in my ear.
“Just because you caught me doesn’t make me yours,” I sass him, purposely wiggling my ass against his cock that is resting against me. He groans before he spins us around, holding my hands above my head and my back against a tree.
“So, you being my queen, my wife, the mother of our daughter, and the other half of my soul is what then?”
“Me being nice to you,” I sass him even though I want to melt under his words.
“Being nice to me?” he scoffs before adding, “I will show you being nice.”
“What? Erik!” I screech when he rips the crotch of my leggings and pulls it apart.
“You better hold onto that branch, seamrag bhea.”
I barely have a chance to grab it before he moves my legs from around his hips to resting on his shoulders. Erik doesn’t waste a single moment and dives his face in between my legs. I moan as his tongue gets to working my clit. The way he works me up, I have no idea what magical bullshit his tongue is, but fuck, he better not lose his skills as he gets older. His tongue alone is a reason to keep him around.
He chuckles when I get needy and push my hips closer to him. He brings one of his hands around and pinches my clit.
“Erik…yessss,” I moan as he continues his sweet torture on me.
“Sounds like my seamrag bhea is needy. Is your sweet pussy needy for my cock?”
“Yes, fuck. I’m so horny.”
He lowers my legs with a smirk. “Since you’re not mine, guess you won’t get satisfied.”
“You motherfucker,” I growl at him. He tries to step away, but I squeeze my legs tight.
“Well, I can’t pleasure a woman who isn’t mine.” He teases me, grinding his cock against me, making me whine and whimper for him.
“Fucking fine. Yes, I’m yours. Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” He grins before pulling his cock out of his pants. He grabs the massive thing and pushes at my entrance as he sinks inside me. We both groan at the sensation. I have never felt so full, not even with toys.
“I swear, you get tighter every time,” he groans as he pulls out and pushes back in, my back arching as I seek more friction.
“Mhm. Erik,” I moan as he continues to use that dangerous cock to build me up.
“Keep squeezing my cock like that, and I won’t last.”
“It’s okay. I know you’re an old man.”
“Old man?” he asks, arching his eyebrow at me. Oh fuck. I shouldn’t have done that. Abort mission, abort. “I mean—”
“Oh, I know what you mean.” He smirks before he pulls me away from the tree and has me kneel on his jacket he has tossed on the ground. He gets behind me with a tight grip on my hips and thrusts every inch of him inside me.
“Fuck,” I scream.
“I will show you what this old man can do,” he snarls as he wraps his hand around my throat. Fuck, I think I just had a mini orgasm.
“You love to test me, don’t you? You like it when I have to discipline my bratty wife.”
“No—” I start to deny it, but he cuts me off.
“Don’t lie. I can feel it. Your tight pussy is trying to milk my cock,” he growls, letting go of my throat only to rip my jacket down my body.
“You…you could have just unzipped it.”
“It was in my way; nothing will ever stop me from enjoying my wife.” I shake my head while I moan. This man is really an over-the-top Viking, but he knows how to play my body. Erik keeps up his brutal pace, and I’m sure everyone within a twenty-mile radius knows exactly what he is doing to me with the way each moan falls out, one after another.
I try to hold off on my orgasm, attempting to prove him wrong, but I lose that battle when he reaches around and pinches my clit. My orgasm rolls through my body and I fall forward like I just ran a damn marathon.
Erik pulls me back up on my knees, wrapping his hand around my throat he leans over me and whispers, “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“Erik,” I whimper.
“You can’t beg your way out of this one. You said I was an old man. Well this old man is going to show you exactly what he can do. Maybe next time your bratty ass won’t say something that will get you in trouble. But I hope you do.” I can feel the smirk on his face.
Fucking asshole. He knows damn well I won’t stop being a brat, as he calls it. I will keep calling him out on his shit and keeping him on his toes.
Erik’s hand plays with my nipples while he occupies his sinful mouth with my neck. I lean my head to the side, especially when he gets behind my ear. He gives that spot extra attention while his hand is tweaking and teasing my nipples. I grind back against him. This man makes me so greedy for him. I fight my need to fall down in a puddle when his other hand starts thrumming my clit.
“Oh fuck, Erik…please,” I beg.
He doesn’t answer except to ramp up the speed of his fingers on my clit.
“Be a good girl and milk your husbands’ cock,” he growls. I can’t help but whimper and let go. Erik’s hand tightens on my throat and he empties himself inside me. I let myself slump onto his jacket; he falls next to me without letting me go.
After a few minutes, he lifts his head up with a smirk on his face. “Time for round two.”
“What?” I gasp; no way is my body ready to go again.
“You better hold on, seamrag bhea. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
And he does. He had him ride him and had me backed against a tree with my ankles by my head; he gave me so many orgasms I stopped counting… Hell, I stopped thinking after the sixth one.
Erik dresses me in his jacket and carries me, only wearing very seductive gray sweatpants, into the house. I crash for hours attempting to recuperate. I think I have learned my lesson, but then again, I might have to do it again from time to time. A girl definitely can’t complain about being royally fucked like that, and I definitely felt it for days.