Chapter 2 #2
I heard his growl, a deep rumble coming from the pit of his stomach. This was the sound of ownership, possession.
And I knew he was prepared to take me.
Capture me.
Use me.
He reached out, his fingers brushing across my lips, issuing a keening howl to the others.
Within seconds, I was tossed over his shoulder.
He moved swiftly, turning and running even in the deep snow.
I was thrown into a paralyzing state, unable to move or fight back.
I could just make out two of the others in my group but only for a few seconds, the blinding snow forcing everything in my world into a whirling white blur.
“Don’t,” I said weakly, but I knew he couldn’t hear and had no way of knowing if he even understood. The howling wind became a roar, echoing in my ears. I pummeled my fists against his back. It was no use. I was his prisoner.
I was aware of other beasts, moving in a formation together and even though I couldn’t see them, I could hear their bitter cries, howls and roars of angry monsters moving away from the battle they’d fought.
What seemed like only minutes passed but suddenly I could no longer feel the effects of the ravaging weather.
Dazed and confused, I tried to get my bearings, attempting to lift my head.
All I could see was stone and a roaring fire.
Suddenly, I was on the ground near the warmth.
I closed my eyes, the frigid chill making me sleepy.
Hands came from nowhere, touching my face and removing my hat. Then my jacket and shoes. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I was so tired, drained. When I blinked again, it was as if the fantasy had come true.
A face loomed over mine, fingers gently brushing across my cheek. The Viking. This had to be a wondrous dream. He rubbed my hands between his, blowing on them every few seconds. When he seemed satisfied, he finished undressing me.
Others surrounded me, gorgeous creatures with luminescent eyes.
I was naked, being caressed and fondled.
My face. My breasts. Hands moved between my legs, stroking my wetness, thrusting into my pussy.
The realization hit me and I fought back, slapping and kicking until I was able to scramble to my feet. “No!”
Two of them snarled, peering at me with luminescent eyes.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, trying to cover my nakedness. I was surrounded.
There was no answer, merely husky growls coming from every direction.
I could see their eyes, famished stares as they inched closer.
Every one of them was dressed in thick fur and I could tell covering massive, carved bodies.
I’d never seen such glorious men in my life, barbaric and almost perfect.
This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream, a beautiful, sensuous dream. “Who are you? What do you want?”
The Viking advanced, taking long strides in my direction. When he stood only inches from me, he curled his lip and lowered his head until our lips were almost touching. Spreading his fingers, he gingerly placed them on my face, adding just a touch of pressure.
The connection was intense, vibrant, and so alive. The others crowded closer yet keeping their distance. It was as if they knew they had to be invited. I was terrified beyond belief but the electricity soaring through us was so beautiful, as if we’d always been tethered together.
He pressed his lips against mine, using his tongue until both our mouths were open.
Until I yielded.
This was insane, but I darted my tongue inside, tasting his sweet essence.
He allowed me to have control for only a few seconds before shoving me against the stone, grabbing my hands into his and lifting my arms over my head.
The kiss became a passionate roar of two beasts consumed in hunger.
Shame rushed into every cell, a reminder that I should fight to get away, to run fast and hard.
Then why was every ounce of my being in desperate need? Why was I burning from the inside out, ignited by fuel oozing from this beast?
He kicked my legs apart, dragging my arms together until he was able to wrap his long, filthy fingers around both wrists. Our tongues entwined as he shoved his hand between my legs, fingering my pussy in a brutal fashion, stretching my cunt muscles.
Dirty creatures.
Filthy beasts.
Savage monsters.
I didn’t care.
I moaned into the kiss, arching my back as much as I was allowed as his fingers thrust deep and hard in rapid succession. I was so wet, seared to the core from his touch. Everything about his desire seemed voracious, as if he needed to quench his thirst, feast on every inch of my tender skin.
He swirled his thumb around my clit then his actions became rough and unyielding.
I was pitched into raw, blinding ecstasy, my pussy muscles clamping around the thick invasion.
I bucked and undulated, stunned as I was swept into a raging climax.
The dazzling sensations rocked my entire body.
I could no longer see or think clearly, my entire body trembling.
I would have fallen if his roughhewn hands weren’t holding me aloft.
When he finally released me, I stumbled, forced to cling onto the soft fur covering his body. My breathing was ragged, the climax still continuing. Stars floated in front of my eyes, the joy of the blip in time something I’d never experienced.
A languishing guttural sound filtered from the depths of his being as he took a second step back, breaking the connection entirely.
He placed his juice-covered fingers into his mouth, making husky sounds as he licked and sucked, taking his time to drag his tongue up and down every finger.
I’d never seen such a possessive look on a man’s face as he gazed at me, his eyes sweeping up and down before easing the fur away from his body.
“Oh, God,” I muttered as the glow of the fire cast a shimmer across his naked body.
He was absolutely perfect in proportion, chiseled biceps and carved pecs.
Thick veins ran down the length of his arms, pulsing in the same manner as his glorious huge cock.
His balls were swollen, hanging low between his legs and all I could think about was having them in my mouth, savoring their tangy flavor.
Hearing other sounds, I dared glance in the direction of the noise, my breath catching in my throat. They were all equally as gorgeous, although their skin was like burnished copper, their eyes glowing.
And they all hungered for me.
The Viking eased his hand to his shaft, stroking up and down. Even from where I was standing, I could see the bead of pre-cum leaking from his sensitive slit. I bit my lip, trying to keep from moaning.
From begging.
I was like a crazed animal, filled with lust.
No. I couldn’t do this. A moment of clarity rocketed into my brain, shame furrowing to the point I had difficulty swallowing.
I couldn’t hunger for these… beasts. I was a scientist. I was a professional.
I backed away, throwing out my hand and darting my eyes for the entrance to the cave.
“Get away from me. I don’t want this. Take me back.
Now! I am an important scientist. What you did is a crime. ”
Narrowing his eyes, the Viking remained in the same position, folding his arms and a look of amusement crossing his face.
“I gave you orders!” I was yelling at creatures who had no understanding of English. Several of the cavemen inched closer, husky growls permeating the dense space. I took several additional steps backward, calculating the time to get out of the cave. I had to try to escape.
Issuing a guttural noise in order to draw my attention, the Viking commanded my return, using a quick snap of his head.
“Not a chance, buster. I don’t belong to you.” My tone was filled with defiance, even arrogance.
The Viking took a single step closer, his growl more intense and the sweep of his head more virulent. When I didn’t respond, he threw his head back and roared.
I snatched one of the pelts from a pile, using that moment to dart out of the cave and into the storm.
Blinded by blowing snow, I took two steps forward, slipping and going down hard.
As I started to slide, I managed to see a few feet in front of me and to the edge of a cliff.
Oh, God. Oh, God! Before I could open my mouth to scream, massive hands grabbed my arms, pulling me to safety.
I was thrown against the Viking’s chest, panting from the terror.
He cupped my face, taking ragged, deep breaths, his rough thumb rubbing back and forth across my lips.
I could see a moment of concern in his eyes, but only for seconds.
Fire returned, shimmering in his irises as he issued another savage growl, tossing me once again over his shoulder and carrying me back inside.
And I knew by instinct what he was thinking.
I’d disobeyed him, almost getting myself killed in the process. The moment he eased me to the stone floor, ripping the pelt out of my hands, I shivered. No longer from shame, this time because of guilt. I was nothing more than a misbehaving girl.
He’d saved me.
He’d protected me.
This… roughhewn creature had become my hero.
I was shocked when he yanked me around, my face pressed up against the cool stone.
I had no idea what to expect and when his hand smacked hard against my bottom, I jumped, whimpering as a slice of pain entered my system.
I struggled to turn around, but his hand was firmly wrapped around my neck in a possessive manner.
He repeated the move, slapping his hand against one ass cheek then the other. Over and over again. He moved to my upper thighs, smacking, the sound echoing in the cave.
“Oh. God!” I yelped, the pain turning into anguish as he continued. Struggling, I refused to accept, doing everything I could to get away. Issuing a voracious growl, he fisted my hair, keeping me in place, spanking me like a bad little girl.
Like a woman he wanted to dominate.
To own.