Chapter 36
Chapter thirty-six
Kai
Hair and scars scatter across Vidar’s wide tattooed chest, and as my tentative but eager touch roams from his shoulders, down to his hard pecs, the growing need in the pit of my stomach flames hot.
“You have pierced nipples.” I hadn’t expected it, but fuck me, my mouth waters.
“I do,” he replies, low, seductive, and a little smug.
I swallow, unsure where to look first.
“Tell me what your tattoos mean…” I ask, desire stroking along my twitching prick. I bite into my bottom lip as I press on his chest to feel the powerful muscles under all his hot flesh and faded blue ink.
Vidar holds onto my waist, and with two steps, I’m pressed into the cold window surface.
“Before I was a chieftain, but after I became a warrior, I was a berserker.” His deep baritone thickens the tension around us, and I run my tongue along my bottom lip like I can taste it in the air.
Vidar’s molten gaze follows, his thumb coming up to trace the wetness on my lip. “I’d wear nothing but a bear skin into battle as I tore my enemies to pieces.”
Knees weak, I hold onto his shoulders, or else I’ll drop. “That should not be so hot.” And lean over to kiss the roaring bear between his well-defined pecs.
He chuckles, dark and dangerous.
“Would you like me to wear my bear skin one day, little prince?” Vidar’s fingers stroke down from my lips to my chin and the length of my exposed neck. “I’d chase you down and make you mine.” He growls the word, and every drop of blood leaves my lust-addled brain and pulses straight into my prick.
“Don’t tempt me, I still want to know about your tattoos.”
He makes a rumbling sound of pleasure. “How can I resist, when you’re always tempting me?”
I caress across his shoulders with both hands to trace a wolf on one side and the massive serpent on the other. “And these, Vidar, what are these?”
His name is heavy in my mouth, creating a wet ache that longs to be filled.
“Fenrir.” There’s a proud smirk in his voice as, with his other hand at my waist, Vidar runs it around to stroke the small of my back. “For chaos and strength.”
His fingers slip under my T-shirt to the arch of my spine, just above my crack. He pushes his hips into mine, his hard length pressing against my stomach, and we both let out a moan.
“Jormungandr.” Vidar hooks a finger up to my chin, tilting my face to meet his lips in a kiss that leaves me whining for more when he pulls back. “Eternity. Destiny. Facing a challenge and coming out the victor. Even if that victory is Valhalla.”
My curious touch and desperate need to learn every contour of my mate’s body take me down his powerful forearms to reach his thick fingers. “These are runes, right?”
He hums low, the vibrations a wave that shakes my bones and makes my balls ache, my cockhead wet.
“Tiwaz and Uruz on my sword arm, for victory and endurance. Isa is for—.”
“Strength again, right?” The pads of my fingers find rough scars across his knuckles, and I bring his fist up to brush my lips across each one.
Vidar’s drawn-out moan is wild, the sonorous timbre making me picture Vidar in a bear skin, sword in hand and bloody from battle. I should be scared, but thrill pumps through my veins like adrenaline.
Vidar takes my chin and pulls me in for a hot, demanding kiss. But I draw back, a teasing grin tugging my lips up.
“Isa…” Vidar nips my jaw, “Is for unyielding focus.” He smirks. “I did have to listen to my people after all, and sometimes it was very boring.”
Laughter bursts from me, which soon turns into a groan when his palm slips down to my ass and squeezes.
“Ingwaz, for fertility.”
“A sex rune?” I ask playfully, breathless. My hips grinding up to seek friction against the rock of muscle that is Vidar’s body.
Vidar chuckles as he moves back a hair’s breadth, a teasing denial. “To ensure I had strong sons.”
I can’t stop touching him. My fingers run across his, my hand stroking his pec, enjoying the way he shivers when I play with his pierced nipples.
“You are…” Vidar trails off, his gaze piercing into mine. Without warning, he pulls my T-shirt off and drops it on the floor. “Stunning.” His hand glides down my neck, stroking down my chest. “So stunning…”
My nipples harden, and this time when I seek friction, Vidar’s hips roll with mine.
“I do not deserve you, little prince.”
Then, graceful and powerful as a stalking wolf, Vidar goes to his knees.
“Oh, fuck me,” I rush out, nearly choking on my spit. And if I had any blood left in my brain, it was now completely empty with the view of Vidar kneeling for me.
“Trust me, I plan to.”
“I…I mean…” I can’t hold onto a single thought, and my hands automatically rest on his large shoulders. “You don’t have to—” All the air in my lungs leaves me on a single exhale when his long fingers grab the waistband of my sweats.
Vidar looks up, a devilish spark in his eyes. “I don’t have to do what, Kai?”
Even if I could answer, my mouth has decided all it can do is hang open as Vidar slowly, torturously slowly, pulls down my sweats. Cool air hits my heated hips, the trail of brown hair leading to my groin and finally over my prick that springs free.
“I guess this is proof you bleach your hair,” Vidar chuckles.
Chest rising and falling rapidly, I gasp out the only intelligible words I can manage, “Holy shit.”
With one final tug, my sweats are at my ankles, and I nearly fall over myself kicking them away, as Vidar, who I only ever imagined would do this in my dreams, comes face to face with my hard shaft, a bead of white at my red cockhead.
“Actually, who am I to stop someone wanting to suck me off?” I joke, even though it comes out strangled and a little too high.
“Someone?” Vidar cocks an eyebrow, wrapping his large hand around me.
“You, oh God! Only you, Vidar.”
“Exactly,” he says, with so much warrior pride and possession that even before he licks the white bead dripping down my cockhead, I’m barely coherent. “You taste good, little prince.”
The noise that leaves me is a choked, wet mess of syllables.
My prick is stroked in one long, glorious slide. More pre-cum spilling out of me as cries of pleasure leave my open mouth.
“What did you say again, Kai? About me stopping?” His rough, calloused hand makes me aware of his every movement against my smooth skin. His other hand gripping onto my hip.
“Pretty sure I said if you stop, I’ll die?”
He laughs, blowing air across my sensitive length, and I tremble under his care. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“Oh fuck!” I moan, head thrown back. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
“So demanding.” His laughter is dark as he continues stroking, his other hand going to my ass, massaging me.
I slap a hand on the window, needing something to hold. Only to desperately cling to the curtains. Rocking my hips into him, I wheeze when he takes special care to swipe the pre-cum around my head with his thumb and spread the thick liquid back down my length.
My ass is slapped, and my hips buck up.
“I told you, didn’t I, Kai?”
My gaze drops to Vidar on his knees, pleasure twisting hot in my gut. The sight alone nearly makes me come, warmth spilling from my slit in a slow, unbearable pulse.
“You deserve to be worshipped.”
Hot wet heat engulfs my cockhead, and my screaming moan is loud enough to rattle the fucking windows.
Vidar sucks me, his tongue lapping up my pre-cum like he’s hungry. Groaning at the taste and the rumble of it sends sharp tremors across my cockhead. The pleasure is as overwhelming as the act is unexpected.
He moulds my ass, his longer fingers slipping between my crack and stroking down.
All I can do is push up my hips in offering for my warrior.
When sure fingers brush against my trembling rim, I scream. Lust waving through my body all the way to my curling toes. Grabbing hold of his hair, I bow over his head, howling as he greedily sucks me in deeper.
I try not to thrust my hips; I don't want him to gag. But Vidar doesn’t seem to give a shit and sucks me down.
He takes hold of my balls. Using the spit to tug and roll them gently, while playing with my spasming hole.
“Oh my fucking GOD!” I cry out, wrecked with tears in my eyes. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck me, baby, I’m gonna cum!”
I yank Vidar’s hair. Yet he doesn’t stop. A starved, determined need in his gaze as he continues to bob, soaking me in the most perfect sucking heat. His lips stretched around my prick, his nose buried in the brown curls at my groin.
It’s all too much.
Too damn much!
My chest constricts, my fingers aching from gripping his hair. My toes twist into the carpet and then…oh God.
And then…
“Vidar!” His name is a half-broken thing I toss towards the ceiling as cum shoots out of me.
Heat floods my system as I flood his mouth. Head thrown back as gibberish cries break free from my wet, parted lips. Pleasure that I’ve never known engulfs me up to my fluttering eyelashes.
A connection clicks into place, something we didn’t share the first time we did this back in the club. Something I thought I’d need a soul for. Yet as I float back to Earth, sucking in air and falling into Vidar’s lap, if flares bright with the freedom to love without fear.
“I love you, Vidar,” I rasp, a tear rolling down my cheek from the relief of my orgasm. But more so, knowing that while I might be temporarily soulless, I can still love.
“I love you too, Kai.”
And be loved in return.
My soulmate cups my scarred cheek and brings his mouth to mine in a lazy kiss. I sigh, smiling into his lips that taste like me and his brand of masculine, and loop loose arms around his neck.
“I’m going to make love to you tonight, little prince,” he says between kisses.
“I dunno,” I reply, dropping my head back on the window. “You might’ve sucked the life outta me.”
He gently smacks my ass, and I yelp, my prick, though spent, twitching.
“I think we can find some life in you yet.”