Chapter 8 #2
“On second thought, maybe he can,” he muses, beginning to move inside me. His thrusts are much faster than Ivar’s. They move me on the mattress until his hands squeeze my hips. “You feel like Valhalla.”
“Fucker,” Sigurd growls, and I can hear the desperation in his voice.
“I hope that’s not another woman,” I mutter, unsure if I care considering how amazing it feels, unsure why I would even be jealous, because I didn’t ask for this.
“Heaven, mate. You feel like heaven,” he breathes out.
His movements get quicker until it’s just a blur of pleasure that cascades through me. My eyes tear up from sheer joy as I gasp my way toward an orgasm that builds so fast, I can’t even verbalize it until it rocks my core so hard I nearly jerk out of his grip.
“Oh, my god!” I scream, every muscle tightening for a moment then unraveling with a powerful release.
“You’re our mate. I know it in my bones,” Erik says, his thrusts slamming into me smoothly.
I can’t agree or disagree because I’m trapped in euphoria. As soon as the first orgasm peaks, I come again. Then I come once more, and it feels like they’re as blurry as his movements. Or maybe everything is short circuiting in my brain, and all I can feel is pleasure.
“Yes, mate. Oh, yes, I can’t wait to fill you with my seed,” he says, his length moving inside me while I come on it.
“Do it,” I cry out. “Please!”
I don’t even recognize my own voice for a moment, but then I realize what I said.
It’s enough to send Erik over the edge. He grunts and groans with pleasure, then his head rolls back as he howls.
An actual howl, like a wolf would make. Then I feel his release.
Hot, thick, and sticky as he erupts inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, then I come again, my spasms of pleasure draining his balls.
I’ve lost count of my orgasms. Small ones. Big ones. Really big ones. I know this isn’t natural. Not for a woman from Earth. I’m surprised I’m still conscious. Surprised I’m still breathing.
But when Erik pulls away, what’s waiting for me makes me lose my breath for a moment.
“Finally,” Sigurd snarls, moving toward the bed. “All fucking mine.”
He grabs my legs as he climbs onto the bed, and instead of crawling toward me, he yanks me toward him. The look in his eyes is wild. Dark brown, but there’s a flicker of amber up close, like something simmers beneath the surface even more dangerous than he is.
“Feels like I’ve been standing there forever with a hard dick waiting my turn,” he says, grabbing the base of his cock and falling into me as he lines it up.
“Hope you’re ready, mate, because I’ve been waiting a long fucking time for you, and you’re the answer to more prayers than you’ll ever know. ”
His heavy frame forces his cock into me as he leans down and kisses me.
I scream into his mouth, because I’m not ready for his size.
It stretches me with a burn and hurts more than it did when Ivar tore through my hymen.
But Sigurd doesn’t stop. He pulls back and drives his length into me harder, making me take every inch.
“Ah!” I scream, pulling away from his lips. He immediately grabs my chin and kisses me again, his tongue ravaging my mouth.
Then he starts to thrust. Hard and fast, my walls gripping him in a way that makes me feel every single one of his chaotically aligned ridges as they scrape against my walls. Tears blur my eyes, but he keeps kissing me. Keeps thrusting into me.
One of his scarred, callused hands grabs my hair and he yanks it hard enough for me to squeal as our lips part. I struggle to catch my breath, and he starts kissing my neck, biting my earlobes, and growling into my ear while he hammers his dick into me.
“You feel what you’re doing to me?” he asks.
My body finally begins to adjust to his size and his roughness.
I finally catch my breath. I can’t move with him because of how he has me pinned beneath his weight.
All I can do is take his cock, every single ridged inch plunging deep into my depths.
He seems like he’s more animal than man right now, but I’m starting to like it.
“Yes, oh god, yes,” I cry out.
“My brothers didn’t fuck you like a warrior woman, but I’m going to,” he says, not slowing down at all. “Because if you’re my mate, I know you can fucking handle it.”
I can’t deny that it’s pleasurable. The rougher he gets, the more my body seems to react. The thrusts start to build into a pressure that’s tight in my core. Tighter than it’s been I felt the first drip of arousal. The tightness doesn’t release. It just stays there, like it’s trapped beneath him.
“A good fucking, that’s what you really need, isn’t it?” Sigurd hisses, his thick cock invading my depths.
“Yes,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for, but I know I need it.
“That’s exactly what you’re going to get,” he says, keeping a tight grip on my hair, kissing and biting me as his rhythm stays brutally hard.
Sigurd makes good on every threat. They were never threats. They were promises that would unlock pleasure I didn’t know I could experience. He pounds me into the mattress. He keeps my hair tight in his fist. He leaves marks on my body from both his hand and his teeth.
And I still haven’t been able to come. Every bone-rattling thrust seems to both increase my pleasure and keep my orgasm right out of my reach. I’ve come so many times I may truly be spent. Sigurd certainly isn’t. His hips are moving like pistons, keeping me impaled on his enormous cock.
“You’re going to make me explode, Avery,” he promises.
I feel him throb inside me, then the throbs get more urgent. The amber in his eyes flourishes until I see a beastly snarl settle on his face. He leans down, kissing my neck, every flex of his hips making his cock pulse.
And when he explodes, he’s not the only one.
That’s certainly what it feels like in my core when the tightness finally releases into the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.
I don’t get multiple ones this time. I just get one really, really big one that almost tears me apart before the euphoria takes over.
I orgasm on his cock while he ejaculates, our bodies almost in perfect harmony as we climax together. I sink into the mattress, my body limp and weak. The last orgasm didn’t leave me craving more. It practically destroyed me.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to take her together tonight,” Sigurd says, his cock still buried in me. “I think I broke her.”
My eyelids flutter open. “No, you didn’t break me,” I mutter. “But I don’t think I’m moving off this bed for a really long time.”
“Let her rest,” Ivar murmurs. “We should discuss our plans.”
Erik says something, but I can’t make it out. I’m exhausted. Spent. There’s absolutely nothing left.
I pass out with Sigurd’s cock still twitching inside me.