Chapter 4 Viking
CHAPTER 4
VIKING
Viking dropped onto the couch and thought about Elena’s surprise. His girl had disappeared into the bathroom with that bag of hers. He hoped she’d hurry up, ’cause he was taking her out for her birthday dinner tonight.
He looked around his tiny apartment. While it was tidy and clean, everything was dated. This was no place to live with his girl. He had an inkling what her surprise would be, and part of him dreaded it. While he’d expected her to share the good news about her college applications, he wasn’t prepared to let her go yet.
Don’t be a selfish prick.
He rubbed away the upcoming headache when he thought about her leaving. He’d find a way to manage. Becoming a vet was her dream. He wasn’t going to screw that up for her by becoming her ball and chain.
Then she stepped out of the bathroom and his mouth went dry.
“Lena… baby…” Was she trying to kill him in that white teddy?
She walked up to him, pieces of white lace barely covering her curves. He could see the determination, mixed with a hint of insecurity, in her eyes. She tried to mask it, but he knew her better than he knew himself.
Elena was untouched. A virgin. He didn’t need her to tell him to know. It was the reason he held back whenever they ended up on his couch, kissing. Even though the slow burn was killing him, he’d promised himself that he would go slow.
Apparently, she was ready to roar and wasn’t gonna take no for an answer. Good, he was done being a Boy Scout.
***
ELENA
The change in Viking was instant. Gone was the patient man who had treated her like glass, replaced by a marauding Viking ready to plunder, which played right into one of her fantasies. He took her mouth in a scorching kiss, plunging his tongue deeply. She could feel the length of his erection between her legs and couldn’t help herself as she grinded on him.
He growled and pushed down the straps of her teddy. His lips were on a nipple in an instant. When his teeth grazed over it, giving it a little bite, she shivered in anticipation. Her back arched as he sucked a hard bud into his hot mouth, pulling it inside deep.
Heat washed over her skin and she rocked back and forth on his jeans-clad cock. Her hand went to his zipper, fumbling with his fly. Then his cock was out and pressing into her.
He grumbled something under his breath and his hands grabbed her butt cheeks, squeezing them hard.
She lost hold of his pants when he lifted up, carrying her to his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed, then took his shirt off, followed by his pants.
“Spread your hands above your head,” he instructed.
She did as he asked while her eyes roamed over his tight abs. His body was a piece of art. A rock-hard sculpture with a six-pack that covered his layer of muscles.
Finally naked, Viking slid back on the bed. His knees parted her thighs and fell into the space between them.
Her cheeks flushed when she felt his hardness press against her stomach. His hands went to her breasts, pushing them against each other. She’d always found them too big, but seeing him stare at them in awe, then kiss them until they turned pink, she reconsidered.
He pinched her nipples and she arched into the slight pain. The tips of his rough, calloused fingers ran across her belly. They slipped underneath her thong and pulled it down, oh so slowly. Though they had made out, a lot, she had never been fully naked with him before, and she felt a bit vulnerable. Before she could process that, he nuzzled the insides of her thighs, his stubbled jaw scraping her sensitive skin.
So, so good.
She couldn’t hold back a moan. He looked at her as if she was the most precious in his world, and whatever lingering insecurity she had fled out the window.
His hand went to her pussy and started to play with her, teasing. His fingers drew circles around her core, driving her mad. A need, this crazy pressure, built inside her as she grew wet.
“Please…” She grabbed hold of his shoulders, trying to pull him closer.
“Just getting started, baby,” he murmured. He sucked a nipple into his mouth while he pressed a finger inside her.
Her insides clenched around his finger, trying to suck him in. Her brain switched off, giving over all control to her body. She wanted him inside her, now. She wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him close for a kiss. He plundered her mouth as he thrust his tongue in forcefully. Whatever it was that held him back before, it was gone. Her Viking had shucked his chains and was finally claiming her.
“Spread your legs. Wider.”
He grabbed her knees, pushed them apart, and pressed down on her. She could feel his thick cock against her opening. Her heart fluttered as he slowly breached her.
It was taking forever. She bit his earlobe. “Just do it. I’m ready.”
Tension rolled off him in waves, but he didn’t speed up. “No, you’re not,” he all but growled. “You’re damn tight, baby. If I were to let go, I’d hurt you.”
She wiggled underneath him, as much as she could with his weight pressing her down. This slow burn was killing her.
His head snapped up and he grabbed her chin. The look in his eyes startled her and she froze. They were dark with desire, as if he was barely holding on.
“I’m in charge, Lena. Don’t ever forget that.” He pushed in deeper, to immediately pull back, as if to make a point. “I’m gonna make you come on my cock before the night’s over. Then I’m gonna do it all over again while you’re riding me, with me finger fucking you.”
Who knew Viking was into dirty talk? He kept on talking, telling her what he was going to do to her. The more he talked, the slicker she grew.
“Vik…” she whimpered as he continued to suck on a nipple.
Then, in an unexpected snap of his hips, he pushed through, all the way in. Hot pain shot up her spine as his thick cock penetrated the tight ring of muscle. She winced.
“You good?”
She nodded, though the pain overruled the pleasure she’d felt before. He must have sensed that because he started kissing her again. He nuzzled her neck, cupped a breast, and dotted it with kisses. His tongue did wicked things with her nipples, lavishing them with attention, and sparks raced through her. All the while, his cock kept fucking her in shallow thrusts, keeping the flame inside her alive. When he felt her body relax once again, it was as if a switch turned on inside him.
Things got wild after that.
His cock smashed against her clit, over and over again, until stars exploded behind her eyes, and her back came off the bed. He pulled out of her and her hips bucked against him desperate for more, as if eager to retake him immediately.
Viking pushed her on her side. Then he dropped behind her, spooning her ass against his stomach. He lifted up her leg only to plunge inside her again. His other hand toyed with her clit, circling it, building up her pleasure until she arched her back as he pistoned in and out of her.
Then he flipped her onto her stomach. He planted his hands on her shoulders, holding her down as he set a punishing rhythm, pounding into her.
“Love seeing your ass like this,” he grunted, and gave her ass a smack. “Bouncing up and down when I’m drilling you. Fuck, you’re so wet.”
Wet, hot, desperate for his touch, all of the above. Her face was smashed into the pillow, which was a blessing in disguise, as it muffled her screams. With his weight holding her down, she was absolutely powerless as he fucked her into the mattress. Never had she felt so good, and thoroughly loved on before.
His arm slid under her stomach, angling her hips as he jackhammered into her.
“Oh god. Oh god.” Elena pounded her fists against the mattress. “Please don't stop.”
His thumb skimmed her clit. Then, two fingers pressed inside her, filling her even more. The heel of his palm pressed against her clit and she went off, bucking and screaming his name, her moan echoing in the room.
***
VIKING
Heaven was lying in bed with Elena. Skin to skin, her sweet ass perched against his stomach. He wished he could stay like this forever, but he had places to go, people to see. Life was a rat race he intended to win. The prize? Keeping Elena with him always.
He nuzzled her neck while brushing her hair with his fingers. It was the only time he ever felt real contentment, and at peace with himself. She was like his safe zone that kept the growing darkness inside him at bay.
His hand went to her stomach. He wanted to give her a kid. Tie her to him forever.
College.
A word that meant the world to her. A word that put fear inside him like no man ever could. It went against every instinct he had, but he knew, should she want to go to an out-of-state college, he had to let her go. To a place with lots of smart people like her. A place filled with educated men and frat boys who would try to get into her pants.
He cupped her cheek, holding her gaze. “You ever gonna love another man?”
“Never, Viking, never.”
“You ever cheat on me, baby, I’ll make you pay. I will hurt you every day for the rest of your life.”
He waited for her to explode—she had a bit of a temper—but all she did was kiss the palm of his hand.
“If I do, you can kill me. I’ll be dead inside anyway. No one else but you, Viking. You’re my first and will be my last.”
“Damn right.”
Then, in a surprise move, she grabbed him by the balls. He held his breath, trying not to cringe at the slight pain.
Eyes narrowed, she smiled. “Same goes for you. You ever touch another woman, I’ll take a bat to you.”
She gave a squeeze. Little witch. She was just beginning to understand what power she had over him.
Then, she got that contemplative look on her face again. An expression that went beyond her years. Soon, she would be his girl, lock, stock, and barrel. Two more months, and he’d have enough for a down payment on an apartment. He would make an honest woman out of her. Giving her the carat ring, flowery shit women loved at a wedding, with the biggest cake he could find.
“Let’s leave,” she said softly.
“Leave? Where to, baby?”
“Anywhere. Away from my brother. This neighborhood. San Francisco. Go somewhere where it’s just you and me. We can take Sy with us.”
He loved how she included his little brother in their future.
“Not before I can give you everything.”
She snuggled into him and sighed. “I already have everything.”
Right. She said that now, but what if he couldn’t provide for her? Give her the lifestyle she deserved? She’d end up resenting him, just like his mom. When his dad got discharged and came home, missing a leg, covered in scars, she had turned her back on him. He wasn’t gonna take that chance.
She turned to face him. “I’ve got you. Always. Remember? You promised.”
“Always,” he vowed. “You may not want more, but you’ll have it. One day you'll have it all, I promise, because my girl deserves the best of the best.” Starting with a wedding ring. A real one, with a shiny stone and everything. Elena deserved more than a cheap knockoff.
Speaking of jewelry. He rummaged through the bedside table and got out a box. Seeing as they weren’t going out to eat, he might as well give her her present now.
“I got you something.”
She rose up, dropping the sheet and exposing her breasts. He had to stop himself from groping her.
She’s sore, asshole. It was her first time. Back the fuck off.
Her eyes shone when she took out the silver necklace with a lion pendant.
“Oh, it’s beautiful.” Her eyes were glazed when she looked up. “Now I have a permanent reminder of both my mom and you with me, always.”
Yeah, he knew what it was like to have a close bond with a parent, and have it torn away from you.
He shrugged. “It’s nothing, really.” One day, he was gonna give her the world.
“It’s everything,” she said softly, and turned around so he could put on the necklace. With a sigh, she snuggled back into him and pulled the sheets up to her nose. She was out cold the next minute.
Looking at his watch, he winced. Shit, he was supposed to meet Sy an hour ago. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to see his mother again, but he had to make a pit stop there anyway. Get his late grandmother’s ring. If Elena was leaving for college, it was gonna be with his ring on her finger. His dad had told him where he’d put it. He knew he would have a fight on his hands with his mom, if she knew what he was after, but fuck it. He wasn’t gonna let that stop him.
He put on some clothes, left a message for Elena he’d be back, and went home. No, not home. That place hadn’t been home ever since his father died and his mother brought in Frank.
The first sign something was up was when Sy didn’t open the door. Usually, his brother couldn’t wait to get out of that place and go off with him. Mostly to just hang out at the garage, or at the shooting range. His father had discovered Sy’s “sniper talent,” as he’d called it.
He’d asked Sy to live with him several times, but loyal as he was, he didn’t want to leave their mother. One day, Sy would see the loyalty was a one-way street. Until that time, all Viking could do was respect Sy’s decision. At eighteen, he could decide for himself.
He rang the bell again, but still nothing. The door staying closed was the second sign something was wrong. He knew there were people inside because the light was on and he could hear the TV. He knocked a few more times, and just as he was about to break in, his mother opened the door.
Her gaunt eyes looked terrified at seeing him. Sign three. Fuck. Without giving her time to say anything, he burst inside. To his right, Frank was lying on the couch, having a smoke. His oily skin was highlighted by the black eye he sported. His one good eye shot to the leather belt that was placed on the coffee table.
No Sy in sight. Dread filled Viking’s stomach.
“Where’s my brother?”
Frank made a derisive sound.
His mom grabbed his elbow. “Sy’s not here.”
The tremor in her voice gave away her lie. He barged past her and went to Sy’s room. It was empty. Then he heard someone in the bathroom across from it.
He threw open the door. His brother sat on the edge of the tub, stitching his upper arm. Judging by his scowl, he gave as good as he got. Viking had trained him himself, taking over from his dad, who believed any man worth his salt should be able to defend himself.
Seeing his brother, battered and bruised, had a ringing starting in his head, lighting every rage cell he had in his brain. He stormed back downstairs.
Frank jumped up from the couch, his feet sliding on the cheap linoleum coating the floor.
Viking pushed aside his mom and didn’t waste any time with words. He sucker punched him, and Frank went down. Hard. He stumbled back over the couch and took down a lamp with him.
His mother started screaming and ran to Frank to help him up.
“You piece of shit,” Frank snarled.
Every part of Viking was on fire. He felt wired, ready to go a round, to kill, feel bones crunch underneath him.
“Get up.” He hit his chest. “Get up, you asshole, and take on someone your own size.”
Frank shook his head and, the stupid fuck, actually made his way over to him, stumbling along.
“No!” His mom threw herself between him.
It pained him to see her this way, bloodshot eyes, hair a tangled mess, the drugs slowly eating away at her. Once, she had been the most beautiful woman he’d ever known.
“Step aside, Mom.”
“Move, woman.” Frank shoved her away. “It’s time someone taught your boy to show me some respect.”
“It wasn’t Frank’s fault!” His mother looked between them, her eyes desperate. “Sy lives here. He should help us out more. Frank was only right to ask him to help pay the bills.”
Just when he thought she couldn’t sink any lower, life showed him he was wrong. Frank had beat up his brother over money? Cash he should be bringing in himself to begin with?
He couldn’t hide his look of disgust. The time for words was over. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher’s knife. It was big and shiny and perfect.
When he walked back inside, Frank’s eyes widened.
“Which hand did you hit him with?”
Frank gulped. Even in his drug-infested mind, he finally seemed to get Viking was going to fuck him up.
“Doesn’t matter,” Viking answered. “You’re never gonna use either of them again.”
His mother started screaming as if the roof was on fire, but he didn’t care. All he saw were the bruises on his brother and he lost it, surrendering to the darkness inside. Nobody touched what was his and got away with it.
No one.